Page 12 of Jack of Hearts

Pick me, it says.

I ignore my stupid heart and focus on the bulge in the jeans right in front of my face.

“I’m just going to take the edge off so you can last as long as possible.” Then I look up at him and point a finger. “But no pressure.”

I pull open his jeans and whoa nelly, that’s some cock. I haven’t even seen it yet, at least not all of it, but the very tip is peeking up above his tight black boxer briefs. He smells earthy here, manly and so good that I’m already moaning when I drag his underwear down.

His dick bobs free and it’s perfect. Long and thick with veins that I’m pretty sure will be ribbed for my pleasure.

“Fuck, Lucy.” He’s got pre-cum leaking at the top and I lean forward and lick it off.

He jerks, but doesn’t thrust forward. His hands do fall to my hair and slide into my curls. I close my eyes, then take him into my mouth, sliding down the length of him as far as I can. I bring a hand up to his balls and cup them lightly.

He growls and it’s like that sound pulled a string attached to my clit. I moan against this dick as I bob my head up and down on him.

I pull back and let him fall from my mouth. He’s staring down at me with so much intensity in his face I nearly cum on the spot. “You’re so sexy,” I tell him. “I want you to fuck my mouth.”

His brow furrows.

“You won’t hurt me, I’ll pull away if it’s too much, but I want you to chase your climax, then I want you to come down my throat.”

“Goddamn, Pocket. You sure?”

“Positive. Put your hands back in my hair, hold my head and thrust into my mouth.”

His fingers scrape against my scalp and it feels amazing. Goosebumps spread across my body and my nipples go painfully hard. I reach up and tweak them.

“Take off your shirt. Let me see your tits while I do this.”

The commanding tone in his voice has me whipping my shirt off and tossing it somewhere behind me. I pull off my bra too and then I’m bare from the waist up.

He reaches down and flicks the hoop piercing through my right nipple. I whimper in response.

“Are you wet right now?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Fuck I want to touch your pussy.”

“Come in my mouth first and then you can do whatever you want to me.”

He closes his eyes for a brief second, then his hands are in my hair and he’s bumping his cock against my lips.

I open for him and cup my lips around my teeth and use my tongue to slide against him as he thrusts forward. I close my eyes and breathe through my nose because he’s long and thick and though I don’t tend to have a sensitive gag reflex, you never know.

“Lucy. Sweetheart, you’re a fucking miracle. You hear me?” His words come out harsh and nearly broken as he fucks my mouth. “So good. Goddamn, that’s good. Is your pussy going to feel this good? This hot and wet?”

Whoa. Dirty talking virgin? Yes, please.

I reach behind him and grab his ass while he pumps into my mouth.

“I’m not going to last. It’s too fucking good.” In and out he pushes himself into my mouth. I feel like I’m close to coming I’m so turned on. “Look at you, on your knees taking my dick like a good girl. Oh fuck. I’m coming.” He roars my name and his hot seed spurts down my throat.

My eyes are watering, but I don’t even care. That was the single hottest thing I’ve ever done. He rubs a thumb along my bottom lip, then pulls me to my feet.

“My turn,” he growls. Then he picks me up as if I weigh nothing and tosses me onto the bed. It’s not made, my sheets and quilt are still jumbled from this morning. I’ve never understood the point of making a bed I’m just going to get back in.

Then his mouth is on one nipple while his hand cups my other boob and I no longer care about beds, made or otherwise. His mouth and hands explore my boobs a bit longer until I’m nearly sobbing with the need for release.