Page 102 of Play Along

I hesitate. An obvious hesitation because I’m not sure I’m ready to go there tonight. I’m not prepared. The only blow jobs I’ve ever given were all to the same man, who told me they weren’t very good. I don’t ever want to be told that again, and I know Isaiah will walk me through it if I ask him to, I just wasn’t expecting to have to ask him tonight.

My voice is small. “I can do that.”

He hesitates just as long as I did. “Next time.” Pushing his sweats down, he lets them drop to the floor. “Tonight, I want your hand around me.”

It’s the first time all night that I’m mad at myself for turning off the lights because I want to see him properly. In all his glory. I felt his cock in my hand. I literally dry humped the man. I knew he was big, I could feel it, but I didn’t realize he was this... blessed.

Thick but not in an ungodly way, and long, but proportionate to him. The man is 6’4”, big hands, big feet, and a big, pretty dick. Pretty as the rest of him. So pretty, in fact, that I have to remind myself I’m going to have to keep my expectations low after him.

“You like my cock, Ken?”

“I’m not answering that. Your ego is already big enough.”

“Mmm,” he hums. “Big was the first adjective on your mind, huh? Wonder why.”

I huff a laugh.

“Eyes are up here, Kennedy.”

I keep my attention locked on his stroking hand, on the head that’s red and leaking, on the angry veins running down his length.

“I, and I can’t begin to express this enough, don’t give a fuck where your eyes are at.”

“Oh, I get it,” he chuckles as he crawls onto the bed. “I’m just your sex doll now. Only here for your pleasure.”

“Exactly.”

He opens my legs, fitting his naked body to lay on top of me. “That sounds like my dream job, to be honest. If I knew the position was open, I would’ve applied for it years ago.” Placing a soft kiss on my smiling lips, he takes my hand and guides it to wrap around his shaft. “Now be a good little wife and make me come.”

He moves, slowly thrusting into my waiting hand just as he did earlier tonight, only this time there’s no clothing in the way to keep me from watching.

His body is flush to mine, so not only do I get to feel him throbbing in my hand, but his cock also grazes against my wet panties with every pass.

It feels incredible.

I’m still so sensitive and he’s so hard, and holy hell everything just feels so good.

“Fuck,” he breathes as I pump him in my fist. “I’m not going to last long.”

He laces his fingers through my free hand, pinning mine to the mattress as he circles the pad of his ring finger over my wedding band, the way he tends to do when holding my left.

With his other hand, he desperately grips the bars of his headboard above my head.

I stroke him to the tip, gathering his precum and using it to coat his shaft.

“Yes, Kennedy. You’re doing so good. Just like that.”

I continue that motion before switching it up and giving more attention to the head, the way he told me he liked it earlier, keeping my fist tight and my pumps short and shallow.

“Yes,” he pants. “Yes. Yes. Please. Please don’t stop.”

I don’t. I meet his pace as he rocks into me, using my hand to fuck himself.

He looks like he’s fucking me, with my legs open around him, his cock thrusting against my core. God, I just know he’ll be good at it.

His movements grow sloppy, his hips jerky as he nears his release, and he comes at the exact moment I run my thumb over his slit before dragging it down the protruding vein on the underside of his crown.

“Oh fuck,” he curses as he finds his release on my stomach, coating me in him.

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