Page 16 of Praise Me: Lumberjack
Meanwhile, my palms skim around the thick circle of his waist, meeting at the bulge atop his thighs, my right hand stroking him through the denim.
“Do you think those boys could ever make me as happy as this does?”
“I don’t want to think about you dating anyone,” he rasps.
“Me either,” I whisper, flicking open the button of his fly. “If by some chance people couldn’t recognize the perfection of you, I would tune them right out, because they obviously have no taste.” Carefully, I lower his zipper, and his broad back starts to heave with the shallowing of his breath. “My Daddy does things to me they can only dream about,” I whisper, slipping my hand into his open fly to fist his sex, pumping it twice while he groans like a big, hungry bear, then bringing the fullness of him out into the open.
Leaving it resting in the denim V, while I saunter around back in front of him.
“Anyway, I don’t want to form relationships with people simply because they’re good for my acting career.” My steps falter as his turgid erection comes into view, sticking straight out in front of him, his balls tucked up juicy and tight beneath the stalk of pulsing flesh. “Um…I want to be taken seriously. I want to be known for my acting, not simply for being famous. My manager refuses to understand that. Hence him wanting to show my nipples to the world.”
Penn bares his teeth with a dangerous growl.
“I know, right?” I say, pleased when he allows me to guide him over to the chest positioned at the end of his bed, urging him without words to sit down on top of it. Holy moly, even withhim sitting down, I have to tilt my head back slightly to maintain eye contact. “When I get back to LA, I’m auditioning for the lead role in theMusetrilogy. I’d be playing an assassin. A very grown-up role, compared to my last one. That’s why everyone is so frantic to present me as a sex symbol. Not that it excuses their methods.” I wet my lips while searching his expression. “Do you think I’ll ever be taken seriously in Hollywood, Penn? Or am I just going to be that girl fromHey Bettymy entire life?”
Picking up on the plaintiveness in my voice, he takes hold of the sides of my face, impressing a stern look on me. “I don’t think you’ll be taken seriously, baby. Iknow.There is nothing you can’t do. There is a reserve of strength inside of you, waiting to be used. Follow your path and no one else’s…and nothing can stop you from getting where you want to go.”
“Thank you,” I whisper, blinking moisture away rapidly. Involuntarily curling my fingers in the sides of his jeans, my intentions taking clearer shape inside of me. “Could you lift your hips for a sec?
“Sure,” he says without thinking, but when I pull down his jeans, as well as his boxers, tossing them away, he swallows heavily, his erection jutting up from his lap, mottled and painful looking. “What are you doing?” he asks hoarsely, his upper lip already shiny with sweat.
“Just talking,” I say innocently, before I peel off my tank top—watching his hips jerk, a little spurt of white spraying from the tip of his sex. “Well. Talkingtopless,” I amend, batting my eyelashes.
The rumble in his chest speaks of desperation, along with his eyes. “Ask me for anything, Jenna. Right now.” His irises are nearly black as he zeros in on my breasts, veins straining all over his herculean body. “God almighty. Standing there with your hot tits out in a skirt so short, I’d hardly need to lift it to take youfrom the back.Damn.” His chest shudders up and down. “I need to do something to deserve this king’s treatment.”
I settle my hands on his shoulders and lean close, dragging my tongue sideways between his sculpted lips. “I can ask you for anything?”
“Anything, baby.”
I settle my open lips against his ear. “May I please suck your cock so hard that my little girl mouth is sore in the morning?”
“Oh Jesus!Jenna,”he growls through his teeth—and he proceeds to masturbate, his fist rifling up and down that beefy, darkening trunk, knuckles white from the pressure he’s applying. “I can barely think about you sucking on it without coming, baby. No.”
“But you said I could have anything,” I murmur, pouting, doodling invisible circles into his chest hair. “I want to give my first blow job. Are you worried I won’t be good at it?”
Rivulets of sweat pour down the sides of his face, his fist still stroking in a furious rhythm. “God, no, I’m not worried…about that…” he pants. “I’m worried once you put my cock in that pretty mouth, I’ll be walking around with wood the rest of my life.” He looks conflicted. “Go down and give it a kiss and watch me blow every which way.”
“I want tosuck,” I whine.
His curse is ragged. “Two sucks. That’s it.”
I jump up and down with excitement, and he looks near-death watching my breasts bounce, his hand jacking faster, his big feet shifting on the floor, a lump bobbing in his throat, as if something is coming. Instinctively, I hurry to my knees, taking over the job of milking him, though it takes my two hands, instead of one.
“Oh, my goodness, Daddy, it looks so much bigger from down here.”
His groans brokenly, his mighty thighs starting to quake, his hands searching for purchase, one gripping the edge of the trunk, the other fist capturing my long hair, wrapping the strands tight around his knuckles. “Two sucks. Two. Then get out of the way, baby.”
I slowly plump my lips against his engorged head, kissing and nuzzling. “Why?”
“I’m going to come like a motherfucker,” he says through his teeth. “Oh baby, I’m going to come so much, you could drown if it’s still in your mouth.”
I’ve never given a lot of thought to a man’s spend before, but I’m definitely thinking about it now—in terms of Penn, only. How stimulated he must be for his body to release a flood of pleasure. How I’m the onegivinghim that stimulation. And when I think about it that way, come is really hot, isn’t it? I want to experience it up close and personally.
So I stretch my lips around his monstrous arousal and start to work my mouth in an up and down massage, pleasure sensors lighting me up like a pinball machine. I moan and scoot my knees closer, the flesh between my legs getting swollen and achy, almost right away, from the raw, salty taste of Penn’s cock. The ridges and textures and how he prays to God in that guttural, shaky voice while I force his inches as deep as I can stand, using my resulting tears as lubricant to give him a tight hand job at the same time, my cheeks hollow with eager sucking.
My Daddy tastes so good, I say to him with my glazed eyes, my mouth full to capacity. Hurting my lips in the best way.
“Lord oh lord oh lord.” His mountainous torso is shaking up and down, his words coming out slurred. “Get it out of your mouth before you choke to death.”
