Page 601 of Summer Heat
Just like in every phone call we’ve had this week, the maddening man simply takes in a deep, shuddering breath and zips himself back up without joining me in post-orgasm land.
The stubborn ass.
I’d been so sure I’d be the one to give him a drive-by this time.
“I told you at the start of this week,” he says, as if reading my mind. “I’m not coming again until I’m there with you. Which will be in roughly…” He checks his watch. “Thirty-eight hours.”
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TUESDAY
(Time: Exactly thirty-eight hours later.)
Jason isn’t simply eating my pussy, he’s downright feasting on it.
And after two crazy intense orgasms in a row, he’s effectively turned my legs to Jell-O. I’m ready to collapse. But instead of taking pity on my poor, exhausted pussy, he simply relocates me, laying me down flat on the ottoman like a virgin sacrifice, before spreading my legs wide and dipping his head back down to continue right where he left off.
“You have only yourself to blame, sweetheart,” he says simply before leisurely sucking my clit into his mouth.
Feeling my legs start to tremble in earnest as he increases the pressure and starts in on round three, I babble, I plead, I argue that there’s no way in the world I’ll be able to come again.
He ignores me.
Some long, torturous minutes later, a flood of wetness gushes out of me.
Accompanied shortly after by a low, deep groan from him.
It’s only then that I realize I’ve been gripping his cock and mindlessly stroking it while he’s been making me come with his mouth.
And just like that, all my zapped energy is back. I somehow manage to quell my embarrassment and shift onto my side so I can lick the head of his cock…while he’s still licking me.
His thighs harden to granite and his hips arch into me, sending his shaft sliding past my lips. Once, twice.
He quickly pulls himself out. “I won’t be able to control myself if you keep this up.”
“Good,” I reply shyly, running my tongue along his entire throbbing length.
“You don’t want me to lose control, baby. Not now.”
I gently squeeze the base of his cock and suck on the broad tip before answering, “It’s not about control. It’s about me wanting you to…”
I feel my face flush. But somehow, I manage to pull up my big girl panties and boldly go where I’ve never gone before. “I want you to…fuck my mouth…like you said you would…while you…while you…”
Gah, who am I kidding? I can’t finish that sentence out loud.
Jason spears his hand through my hair and locks his gaze on mine. “Are you telling me you want to give me head while I suck on your clit? Fuck your pussy with my tongue?”
Oh my god. Instead of answer in actual coherent words—an impossible expectation at this point—I slip my lips over his cock again and simply nod.
He groans and pushes himself deeper until he’s nudging my throat. Then he shifts his stance so he’s able to run his tongue over the lips of my pussy and lap at my clit while he shuttles his shaft in and out of my mouth.
I last almost three whole seconds before I find myself moaning uncontrollably around his hard cock. I can’t control it. Not with him thrusting his tongue and cock into me at the same time.
The combined assault quickly throws me over the edge.
My pussy convulses hard, and I feel my brain whiting out as a blinding orgasmic tidal wave crashes into me…before I promptly pass out.
