Page 21 of Mister Prick

As she howled her satisfaction out into the afternoon’s silence, I pulled her ass against my face firm, forcing my tongue deeper into her. The click click sound of her repositioning her heels on the asphalt gave warning of her spreading her legs a little wider. With her wider stance, my face went deeper yet, bringing with it a new measure of satisfaction.

For me, bringing a woman to climax by licking her pussy was better than having an orgasm.

She continued to wail as she had repeated orgasms, each one a few seconds from the other. When her knees gave out, I stopped, and lifted her into the back of the SUV.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I can’t…I can’t stand up,” she stammered. “My legs went all wonky.”

“That’s what I wanted.”

She looked at me like she had no idea who I was. “Where did you come from?”’

“Huh?

“Jesus, Mister. You’re like a dream come true. I just. Holy crap. You can lick a pussy, can’t you?”

Standing behind the car with my jeans around my knees, I wiped my mouth on the back of my hand. “I like it.”

Curled into a ball in the cargo area of the SUV, she looked me over. “Take off your shirt.”

I did as she asked.

She stretched herself lengthwise, and rolled onto her back. With her head hanging out of the back of the vehicle, she looked up and me and smiled. “My turn,” She licked her lips. “Fuck my mouth. Hard.”

I exhaled heavily. “Seriously?”

“Just. If I tap your leg, let me take a breath,” she said with a laugh. “Other than that, I’m good to go.”

“Just remember,” I said as I guided my cock into her mouth. “You asked for it.”

She wrapped her lips around the shaft, and then winked.

Seeing that level of attitude from a woman wasn’t something I was used to, and I liked it. Her confidence, playful nature, and ability to be herself in my presence was reassuring. Jess was different, there was no doubt about it. She’d already proven it when we encountered Marty, and she was further reassuring me with each passing moment.

I began to slowly work my shaft in and out of her mouth. It felt heavenly having her lips wrapped around my cock, and whatever she was doing with her tongue was driving me crazy. After a few strokes, my breathing became labored, warning me that the end was near.

I don’t know if she realized I was on the verge of climax, or if she simply got bored with the predictable movement of my hips, but she stretched her arms out, grabbed my ass in her hands, and pulled my hips against her face. I gasped at the sight of my entire length disappearing into her throat.

“Holy shit.” I gazed down at her cock-filled mouth. “That feels so fucking good.”

She held my cock deep in her throat for several seconds, and then tapped her hand against my leg playfully.

I pulled myself from her mouth and gazed down at her in amazement.

She sucked a breath and grinned. “Again.”

Then, she repeated the magnificent act.

I arched my back.

My scrotum tightened. My jaw clenched. Two years of tension, sexual frustration, and work-related agony balled up inside of me, expanded, and then exploded.

While the cum drained from the tip of my throbbing cock, her eyes smiled.

Mentally weakened by an orgasm that wasn’t self-induced, I smiled in return. “You’re fucking amazing.”

At that moment, I knew very little. One thing that was crystal clear, however, was that I needed to find a way to include Jess in my life without jeopardizing who I created and what I built.

Finding a way to do so, however, would require a miracle.