pattern. Jazz is a whimpering mess, begging for release. She tries taking matters into her own hands, but I shove her away and manacle her wrists with my fingers. With my other hand, I push two fingers inside of her, curving them, causing her to release a litany of curses. It’s a tight fit, even more so when I add a third finger, but she’s so aroused, I have no trouble pumping them in and out.
“Fuck, Kingston,” she pants as I circle my thumb over her clit. “Right there. God, don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning on it.”
When I lean forward, adding my tongue back into the mix, she shamelessly grinds her pussy against my face, screaming for more. Telling me how good it feels. Moaning my name over and over again, begging me to never stop. After I’ve made her come for the third time, I stand up and turn the shower on. We really are a fucking mess and need to get cleaned up.
Jazz and I step under the spray, allowing the warm water to wash away any traces of red. After soaping up and rinsing off, and okay, getting a little handsy in between, I’m about to turn the water off and move this party to a bed, but she implores me to stay with her big brown eyes. Who am I to deny her?
Jazz guides me to sit on the built-in bench in the corner of the shower. She then lowers herself to the tiled floor, crawling in between my thighs. My head falls back as she drags her tongue on the underside of my shaft, from root to tip. She hollows her cheeks and takes me into her mouth, sliding down inch by motherfucking inch, until I’m tapping the back of her throat.
I grab a fistful of her hair and release a strangled groan. “Fuck, Jazz. You keep that up, I’m going to embarrass myself.”
My dick grows impossibly harder as she smiles around my girth, working her hand in tandem with her mouth. At first, I allow her to run the show, but it's only a matter of moments before I can't hold back anymore. I gather her long hair to the side so I can watch as my hips thrust in and out of the veritable heaven that is her mouth.
Jazz takes it like a champ as I fuck her mouth, moaning and humming around me as if she's enjoying this almost as much as I am. Much faster than I'd like, I'm issuing the obligatory warning that I'm about to blow my load. Jazz increases the suction as I surge into her mouth, only releasing me after the last tremor subsides. I watch through hooded eyes as she sits back with a smile, wiping a rogue drop of cum from the corner of her mouth with an index finger. When she takes that same finger and sucks it into her mouth, moaning as she tastes me, I swear I've never seen anything hotter in my life.
“Christ, woman. What are you doing to me?”
Jazz climbs on my lap, straddling me as she wraps her hands behind my neck. “I could ask you the same thing.”
I take her face in my hands. “Does this mean you’re going to think about what I said earlier? Really consider it?”
She searches my eyes. “Yeah. I’ll think about it.”
“Then, that’s good enough for now.”
It has to be because losing this girl isn't a choice I'm willing to live with.
We dry off and quickly realize we don’t have any clean clothes in here. I don’t really have a choice, so I pull my soiled pants and shirt back on. I’m pretty sure I broke that fucker’s nose, and unfortunately for my favorite jeans, broken noses tend to bleed a lot. Jazz’s bedroom is right next door, so we make a plan to dash over there as quickly as possible so she can get to her closet. I freeze when I step out of the ensuite and find Bentley sitting on the edge of the guest bed.
I stop so suddenly, Jazz smacks into me from behind. “Ow! My nose. Why the hell did you stop?”
Hyperaware Jazz is only dressed in a towel, I try shielding her body, but she’s so tiny, she squirms around me, startling when she sees Bentley.
“Bentley!” Jazz clutches the towel to her chest. “What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be taking care of the, uh, problem with Lawson?”
Bentley’s eyes darken as he gets a good look at