Page 59 of Where We Promise

“You’re already drenched, Pen. So fucking ready to be fucked. I bet all I had to do was breathe on your clit and you’d come for me. Would you like that? For me to blow on your aching pussy?”

Her hips bucked once more, but I held firm.

“Jamie, please.”

“Let me fuck you with my fingers, Pen. You want to fuck my hand, then you need to come at least once for me then you can move, shift, and fuck as deep as you want. You can use me however you want, baby. Fuck, I’ll even let you climb onto my lap and use my cock if you want, but you’ll let me do this first. Just relax.”

I tilted my wrist, so I had a better angle to slip in three fingers. Her cunt was soaked, and I fucking loved it. I stared at the way her tan pussy lips spread wide for me, and that pink clit begged for me to tease it. My fingers slid in and out of her with ease, creating a sound of slick pleasure that filled the room. She was drenching the sheet underneath her, but I didn’t care. It was all I could do not to picture the way it would feel if she was this wet, sliding down on my aching cock.

With a hiss, I increased my movements, my fingers curling inside her while I used my other hand to massage her sensitive core.

“I’m going to lower myself to the bed and play with your clit, Penny. I want you to hold very still, do you understand me?”

Her breathing was labored as she made some sort of agonized groan.

“Jamie, I can’t. I’m so?—”

I gripped her ankles and spread them farther apart. I lowered my chest to the bed, until my face was level with her glistening center.

“You can and you will, Pen. Just let me play and I’ll give you the best orgasm of your life. Just keep breathing, okay?”

I lifted my head, catching her gaze, while my hands moved up to grip the backs of her thighs. “Tell me you’ll hold on like a good girl and let me play with your clit.”

“Stop talking and I might be able to. Jesus, Jameson.”

Smirking, I returned to lying flat on the bed, pushing her thighs back and then I started lightly blowing against her center while I released her leg and sunk my fingers back into her cunt.

I inched closer, releasing air and then ever so carefully licked her sensitive bud. I didn’t suck it or pull it into my mouth. I fucked her with my fingers and lapped at only her clit. I knew Pen was close, so I curled my fingers inside her and then flicked my tongue across her, once, twice and?—

“Jammiiieee.” Penelope erupted, squeezing my head with her thighs as she rode out her orgasm.

I moved my fingers faster, wringing every single ounce of pleasure from her. She was breathing hard, her thighs released my head, but practically fell in on one another as she seemed to lose the ability to keep them up.

I stared at her slit, watching as the white cum coated her puffy pussy lips then I leaned forward and licked up every single drop, groaning in pleasure as I finally tasted her.

So fucking good.

Penny rocked into my mouth, hissing above me, and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt we would a thousand percent be doing this again.

“Jamie...” Pen worked to catch her breath. “That was…the best thing…” She was still catching her breath when I lifted up and sat back on my palm. Then I used my soaked fingers from fucking her pussy to reach into my sweats to grip my cock. The mere knowledge that it was her on my fingers now wrapped around my granite length was enough to nearly make me come right there on the spot.

“I’m gonna go take care of this.” I slowly slid my hand up my shaft, and then gripped the base. Penelope was sitting up, pushing the straps of her shirt up while sliding off the edge of the bed.

“Let me…please, Jamie,” she was getting to the floor, and her hands were on my knees, slowly pushing them apart.

I shook my head. “That’s not what this was about…I’m taking care of you.”

Her pink tongue darted out, wetting her lips as her eyes trailed the tip of my cock and down the length of my shaft. She’d never seen it before…I hated that I wanted her to see it. Hated that I lowered my hand and tilted my hips in a way that would give her a better view.

“I want to,” she whispered, her fingers scrunching the fabric of my sweats. “Please, Jamie…we can take care of each other.”

She leaned forward, her eyes up, watching me as she leaned in and slowly enclosed her hand around the base to ensure I was okay with it. Her face came closer, her eyes still on me as those pretty lips opened and her mouth wrapped around the tip of me.

I hissed with pleasure and let her take control. Her hand came up to hold the base of my cock, and her mouth slid farther down the column of my shaft until she was so far down, her mouth nearly touched the top of her knuckle where she gripped me. Her eyes watered the smallest bit as she tried to take more of me, and then she came back up and released me with a pop.

“Fuck,” I bit out, watching as saliva dripped from her bottom lip. She looked hungry, like this was the one thing she’d been craving. Her mouth returned to me, and instead of going all the way down, she stopped halfway and began sucking, bobbing her head with a rhythm. Her tits swayed and bounced as she dipped her head, and then came back up. It was the best blow job I’d ever had in my entire fucking life.

I set my palms behind me on the bed, so I didn’t grab her hair or pull her closer. I wanted to. Fuck, I wanted to stand and fuck her throat, but when I lost control, I really lost control, and I didn’t want to scare her, or fuck her. Regardless I said she could ride my cock; it would simply be that. She’d ride, but I wouldn’t fuck her back.

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