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“Harder. It’s alright to squeeze it.” My words are a whisper as she grips me tighter and makes a full-length stroke.
Shit, it feels amazing.
I’m wondering why her doing things willingly turns me on more than me taking it. My cock pulses with the thought of her agreeing to ride me until we both find our orgasm together.
Crucinda gets on her knees and crawls in between my knees.
Holy fuck.
I wouldn’t in a million years believe she would do this. Although she is shaking like a leaf, my pebble moves her head down to my tip and sticks her tongue against the oozing pre-cum flowing down my shaft.
“Fuck, that’s my good girl. Don’t stop.” My words encourage her to keep going. It’s a special moment seeing her lost in the pleasure.
Twelve
What am I doing?This isn’t like me. The need to please him drives me to be good, and if I’m really honest with myself, I want him.
I’ve masturbated before. Orgasms aren’t foreign to me. Yes, it’s taken many years for me to be comfortable with needing to touch myself. But what Jason did was mind-blowing. Nothing has ever felt like this.
Sucking his cock into my mouth makes me feel powerful. It’s my choice to give him pleasure. Or at least that’s how it feels. No one is taking it from me, and that’s an exhilarating feeling.
His hand combs through my hair, and I stiffen. “Don’t stop Crucinda. I need to touch you.”
Oh, well, I can handle that. The thought of him becoming harsh again eggs me on, and I lower my mouth further along his dick. His moans are fuel for me to keep going.
My hand strokes him in a hard grip as I move my mouth up and down his length. His legs shake, and the grip on my hair tightens as I remove my hand and swallow his cock down my throat.
“Goddamn. Do that again, sweet pebble.”
I don’t think he meant to call me sweet or to use pebble in a tone that was so endearing. But I’ll take it.
“Crucinda, come sit on my cock.”
My mouth freezes on him, and my eyes pop open to look up at him, startled.
Dick inside of me has always equated to pain. It never fails. I can’t see this being any different, and I clam up. My brain wants to act like he didn’t just give me the most earth-shattering orgasm, and my body pulsates down there, wanting to feel him. I’m conflicted, and Jason seems to understand.
He runs his hand through my hair. “You’ll be on top and have full control over how fast we go. Unless you want me to take over.”
Releasing his dick from my mouth, I bite my lower lip. “Was I doing it wrong?” That’s the only explanation. He wants inside of me because I must be horrible at giving him a blow job.
Apprehension has me shrinking back into myself.
“No. Your mouth is great, but I want your pussy. I refuse to waste a perfectly good load of cum down your throat.”
He strokes my face and looks at me like he truly wants me. Those eyes of his don’t hold the glint of cruelty they normally do in them. Nodding, I straddle his hips and take his cock into my hand. My heartbeat quickens, and I feel like I’m a second away from a panic attack. Keeping my face down, I try not to think about how this could go. Or that he really does mean he wants to be in my pussy.
“Crucinda, look at me.”
His command has me turning my face to him. “There’s nothing to fear. Remember, this is a reward, and no pain can happen.”
His words reassure me, but I’ve never been on top.
How could I when everyone has always taken it?
Taking a deep breath, I guide his cock to my opening and move my hips downward.
“That’s my good pebble. All the way down, now.” As his words move along with me, my pussy clenches around his head.
