Page 66 of Bad Reputation
“What about you? Don’t you want to come?” he asks, even as he unbuckles his trousers and I slip completely out of the dress.
“I want you to feel good first… and then I want us to come together,” I say.
When he unzips and shows me his cock, I bite my lip. I know I’ve seen it all before, but his cock is so perfect, so thick and long, so perfectly pink. That ache that throbbing deep inside of me doesn’t have a chance of stopping.
I reach for him, but he stops me.
“How about a little dessert?” he asks, and pulls a can of whipped cream up from its hiding place on the floor.
“Yesss,” I say, my excitement growing by the moment.
He spread the cool sticky slickness across my breasts—and along his shaft. He straddles my chest and takes my hands in his.
“Press your tits together,” he encourages me. “They’re already so fucking hot, you know that?”
I blush, eagerly pressing my breasts together. As soon as I do, he slides his cock between my breasts, the tip reaching to my mouth. I lick and suck at him like a starving creature. The heat of his length between my breasts and the sweetness of the cream blended with his own taste in a way that is intoxicating.
He keeps one hand loosely on my head and caresses my cheek while he watches me take him deeper and deeper into my mouth. He rises up, brushes my hands away from my breasts, leans down and kisses me. He laps up every last bit of the cream, from my lips to my swollen nipples.
“Every part of you tastes so good,” he whispers. I want to tell him the same, but my jaw aches and my lips are numb from sucking on just the couple of inches he gave me.
Standing up, he stretches briefly.
I laugh. “What are you doing?”
“I want to fuck you properly,” he says. “I gotta stay flexible, you know?”
His grin is infectious. I grin right back at him, crooking a finger. “Come here.”
Jameson climbs on the bed, looming over me.
When he penetrates me, I am shockingly tight. It feels so fucking good. I feel every single inch of him as he thrusts his long, proud cock inside my body.
“Are you okay?” he asks me.
“Yes, yes,” I breathe into his ear. “Please… I want you to fuck me.Please, Jameson.”
He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. He takes his time, sliding in and out of my pussy oh so slowly.
When he teases me, lingering with barely his tip inside me, I struggle and demand that he go deep. Every time he slides against my g-spot, I scratch at his back and call out his name.
“Jameson, yes! Oh, please don’t stop.”
I am so wet it is almost unbelievable. He kisses me, slowing even though I just told him not to.
“Not so fast. I want you to slow it all down. Get on top,” he tells me. “I want to watch you.”
I bite my lip, and he switches our positions. On his back, he watches me straddle him. My hair has come undone and hangs in knotted waves over my breasts. He reaches up, pushes the hair aside, and pulls my nipples. I look down and grasp his cock to bring him to my opening.
He moves his hands to my hips.
“Slowly,” he tells me. “Remember what I said.”
I let my weight fall onto him, but he holds me up. I blush again. He seems to want to watch me take his cock into my pussy.
“Please,” I whisper when he is halfway in. He pulls me down, hard, onto him. I throw my head back and call out.
My nails dig into his chest and he clutches my ass as I ride him. It’s perfect, the two of us moving as one, our breathing harsh. My breasts bounce wildly. Every part of his skin feels like silk underneath my fingertips. My wetness is so intense it drips down between his thighs.