Chapter 59: Chapter 59
She caught my face with one hand, pulling me into another kiss. Between kisses she whispered, "You sound so desperate. Like you’ve been dying to fuck me all day."
"I have," I admitted, my voice rough. "The second I walked through that door, all I could think about was this."
Her smirk turned smug. "Of course. Who wouldn’t?" She shifted beneath me, pushing her hips upward to meet mine. The new angle made me hiss, my cock hitting deeper inside her.
"Fuck," I moaned, burying my face in her chest again. I sucked hard on her nipple, squeezing her breast roughly with my hand while my hips slammed forward.
"Easy," she chuckled breathlessly, though her moan betrayed her. "You’re so damn greedy with tits."
"Can’t help it," I muttered, dragging my tongue across her chest before kissing her lips again.
Her leg slid higher up my arm, foot pressing against my shoulder now, spreading herself wider for me. "Better," she whispered, eyes dark as they locked with mine. "Keep going."
I obeyed, thrusting harder. Sweat beaded on my forehead, dripping onto her skin. My lips found hers again, then her neck, then back to her chest, desperate to taste every inch of her.
She groaned, scratching her nails lightly across my shoulders. "You’re getting close, aren’t you?"
I gritted my teeth, hips faltering for a second. "Yeah."
"Thought so." Her grin was lazy, taunting. "You always make that little sound in your throat when you’re about to lose it."
"Shut up, I don’t do anything like that," I groaned, kissing her to silence her. She laughed into my mouth, making it worse.
Her pussy clenched tighter around me, her hips grinding upward, and I nearly lost it right there. I broke the kiss, forehead pressing against hers as I panted. "Jasmine..."
"Don’t cum inside," she murmured, eyes locked on mine. "I don’t feel like dealing with that mess tonight."
I nodded quickly, my thrusts turning sloppy. "Where do you want it?"
She smirked, dragging her tongue across her lips. "Stomach. Mark me up."
Her words sent a jolt through me. I groaned, pulling back until only the tip of my cock was inside before slamming back in, repeating it over and over, faster, harder, until I was trembling.
"Fuck, Jasmine," I gasped, teeth gritted.
She chuckled breathlessly, squeezing my shoulders. "Come on. Show me how bad you wanted this."
That was it. My hips slammed forward one last time before I yanked out, stroking my cock desperately with one hand. My body tensed, and then I spilled across her stomach in thick, hot spurts, groaning her name as I came undone.
Jasmine laughed softly, watching the mess spread across her skin. She dragged a finger through it lazily and smirked up at me. "Messy boy."
I collapsed against the couch beside her, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my back. "Worth it."
She chuckled, pulling her tank top back down half-heartedly. "Lazy sex. See? Not so bad, huh?"
I grinned, still catching my breath, eyes fixed on the streaks of cum shining on her stomach. "Not bad at all."
"Wanna continue?"
I glanced at the clock on the wall. Still had at least half an hour. Too bad I didn’t have any Sensual Oil—that would’ve made things a lot easier.
"No more lazy sex?" I muttered with a smirk.
"Depends on what you call lazy sex," they said, eyes glinting.
She pushed me down, guiding me to lie on my back on the couch. Then, she climbed on top of me, her hand firmly grasping the base of my cock as she knelt above me. Her pussy hovered just above the tip, teasing me, her wetness mingling with my precum.
"Still hard," she murmured, a smirk in her voice. "You’re insatiable."
"Only when you’re around," I replied.
She leaned forward, tits hanging deliciously in that loose tank top, nipples pressing against the thin fabric. "Then I guess I shouldn’t stop."
Her thighs tightened on either side of me as she crouched down, guiding me in. The head of my cock brushed her lips, slick and needy, and she gave this slow, deliberate sigh, like she was making me wait just to feel the tease. Then—finally—she sank down, swallowing me inch by inch, her heat clamping tight around my length.
"Goddamn..." I groaned, head rolling back against the couch cushion. "You feel insane."
Her mouth curved into that smug grin. "I know."
She settled, hips pressed flush to mine, my cock buried all the way inside her. Then she sat still, almost daring me to twitch, enjoying the way my chest rose and fell like I was already drowning. I put my hands on her waist, thumbs tracing over the band of her hotpants still bunched at her thighs. Her skin was warm, still damp from that shower earlier.
Her knees dug into the couch as she started bouncing—slow at first, steady rises and falls that made every inch of me ache in the best way. I watched, entranced, as her tits moved with each motion, the tank top doing nothing to hide the hard points of her nipples. I reached up, sliding both hands underneath, palming her bare breasts.
She let out a soft laugh when my thumbs brushed her nipples. "Couldn’t resist, huh?"
"Not a chance," I muttered, leaning up to catch one in my mouth. The taste of her skin, the faint tang of soap still clinging from the shower, made me hum against her. I sucked harder, lips wrapping tight as she kept moving on my cock, her hips making wet sounds every time she slammed down.
"Mm," she breathed, tugging a hand through my hair, not to stop me but to keep me there. "You’re learning."
"From the best teacher," I mumbled against her breast, switching to the other, dragging my tongue in circles around the nipple before sucking it in deep. She arched, pushing her chest forward, bouncing harder now.
Her ass slapped against my thighs in sharp little smacks, each one sending another jolt of pleasure through me. I grabbed her hips, fingers digging in, trying to match her rhythm even though she was the one in control.
"Fuck, Jasmine..." I hissed, teeth grazing her nipple.
She chuckled breathlessly, sweat already starting to bead along her collarbone. "Don’t go blowing too fast, lover boy. I’m not done with you yet."
I smirked up at her, though my face was flushed, sweat prickling my own neck. "You saying I don’t last long?"
"Mm... I’m saying you’re too eager," she teased, rolling her hips instead of bouncing, grinding herself down in slow circles that made my cock throb. "But I kinda like that."
Her words sent a hot rush straight to my gut. I couldn’t help it—I pushed up from the couch, wrapping an arm around her back, the other squeezing one of her tits as I kissed her hard. Our mouths crashed together, messy and desperate, tongues tangling as she rode me. She moaned into my mouth, not from surrender but from enjoying the control, her body grinding against me with steady confidence.
Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips down her jaw, to her neck, biting lightly, sucking at the soft skin just below her ear. Her breathing hitched, but she still smirked, whispering, "Thought you said you had to be at work by nine?"
"Yeah," I murmured against her throat, "but I’ll risk being late for this."
She laughed low in her chest, then pushed me back against the couch. Her palms pressed to my shoulders, holding me down as she picked up the pace again—rising higher, slamming back down, each thrust jarring through my spine. I groaned, hands sliding down her waist to grip her ass, kneading the soft flesh, helping lift her as she bounced.
"Fuck, Jasmine... you’re killing me."
"You’ll live." She winked, sweat dripping now, her tank top clinging to her body. Her tits kept spilling out with every motion, and I leaned forward again, taking them greedily into my mouth whenever I could, licking, sucking, biting just enough to hear her gasp.
Her wetness coated me completely, every plunge slicker than the last. My thighs were damp, her hotpants shoved down but still clinging stubbornly at her knees as she rode me like she owned me. I felt the couch creak beneath us, but I didn’t care—my whole world had shrunk to the heat of her pussy and the sound of her breathy moans above me.
"Harder," I muttered, bucking my hips up into her.
She gave me this sly grin. "Oh, now you’re giving orders?"
"Eh, maybe?" I admitted, teeth gritted as I thrust up to meet her. The wet slap of our bodies filled the room, louder than the faint noise of the TV still running in the background.
Her rhythm faltered only when I sucked one nipple into my mouth again, tugging it with my lips until she hissed. She slapped my chest lightly, playful, but her hips ground down harder in response.
I couldn’t hold back much longer. My stomach tightened, that telltale burn coiling low inside me. "Jasmine—fuck—I’m close."
She slowed just slightly, grinding deep instead of bouncing. "Then pull out. Don’t you dare mess up my stomach with your little accidents."
I grinned weakly, panting. "Yes, ma’am."