Page 62 of Trust Me

I chuckle at that. “No, it’s not. I’m a bit bigger than most.”

“It’s beautiful,” she breathes.

It’s the first time my cock has been referred to as beautiful, but I’ll take it. I’ll take whatever she gives me.

“And it wants to be sucked. You ready to be my little slut?” I thread my fingers through her silky curls.

“Yes.” She sits up straighter on her knees, her hand slowly pumping me.

“Don’t be afraid to grip me harder,” I encourage her, and she responds by doing so, giving me a tighter squeeze as her hand rubs up and down my cock.

“Such a good listener for a brat,” I tease. “Stick your tongue out.”

She does, looking up at me with those mocha eyes I want to drown in. So trusting, so innocent. I put the tip on her tongue and tap my cock against it a few times as pre-cum drips from the tip.

“Taste me,” I tell her, my voice husky.

Jasmine licks the crown of my cock, swallowing my cum, the sight making me nearly lose it.

“Mmm,” she hums, wrapping her lips back around my cock without me telling her to. She sucks the crown, making a popping sound with her lips.

“You like that, huh?” I coo, caressing her cheek as she sucks me in again, humming her approval around my cock. “Spit on my cock, get it wet.”

She does, wrapping her fist around me to spread it, then places her lips back around me.

“Keep doing that. Hollow your cheeks and take me in deeper. Suck and lick me as you go,” I instruct her, gathering her wet strands away from her face.

She does as I say, taking me in deeper, hollowing her cheeks as she pulls back, sucking me so fucking good.

“For what you can’t fit, use your hand to pump me,” I croak, loving the feeling of her tongue tracing the length of my cock, back and forth.

She wraps her hand around my shaft, pumping me as she takes me deeper this time, my cock hitting the back of her throat already, and I’m not even halfway in.

I let her do this for a bit, getting used to the feeling, her pushing me in a bit deeper each time. My toes curl, my spine tingling as I try my best to fight off coming already.

She pulls back, panting. “Are you okay? Why are your eyes closed? Am I awful?”

I open my eyes to see her looking at me in confusion, with a tinge of hurt. “You’re fucking amazing, easily the best blow job I’ve ever had. My eyes are closed because I’m trying not to come yet.” And it’s true. It’s the best because she’s so determined, into it, and sucking me the way I like it.

“Oh.” She laughs, more sure of herself now. “Why don’t you want to come yet?”

“Because I want to fuck your smart mouth first, the way I’ve been wanting to shut you up whenever you were being a brat,” I groan as she kisses the tip. She’s too fucking sweet.

“Then do it, roomie.” Her eyes glint with mischief, knowing her little stint of calling me her roomie is going to set me off.

I grip her hair tightly with both hands, forcing my cock into her mouth before she can say something else that’s going to piss me off. She gags, so I pull out slightly, but she nods at me to continue.

“Look at you choking on my cock. A needy little slut, aren’t you?” I thrust my hips forward erratically, my cock working in and out of her mouth. Tears are leaking from the corner of her eyes, and I’m about to stop until she moans around my cock, the vibration making me tense up with a near release.

Jasmine brings a hand up to her nipple, where she tweaks it with her fingers. I grunt at the sight, loving that she’s enjoying this as much as me. Not every girl is into it, but Jasmine seems to love it with the way she’s moaning and touching herself.

She pumps me while sucking and licking my cock like it’s the best damn thing she’s ever had between her lips.

“You’re doing so good,” I tell her, biting down on my lip. “I’m going to come in your mouth, and I want you to take it.”

Jasmine hums, her eyes flicking up to mine as she bobs her head up and down my cock.

“I want it, please,” she demands quickly, then wraps her lips back around my cock.

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