Page 56 of Something Real with the Sea Monster
“Mmm.” She stops talking to go back to sucking on my cock, only stopping when I can’t take anymore.
When I stop her, she grabs a condom from the nightstand and rolls it over my cock. She’s worked me up so much I’m still about to blow, even through the rubber.
When she throws her leg over my hips and slides her pussy down over my cock with her ass facing toward me, I have to let out a long slow breath and concentrate on being somewhere else for a minute. The way her rounded ass bounces in my lap as she moves and the snug slide of her wet pussy brings me right to the edge again.
I grab her hips and try to wrest back some control, slowing her movements, lifting my hips to fuck up into her pussy. Eventually she allows me to take over the action, and I roll us until she’s under me, slipping a hand between us to play with her clit as I fuck her.
I watch her carefully, adjusting until I have the angle just right, waiting until her eyelids flutter closed and her mouth opens in a silent scream.
Right there. I press a little harder and pump into her over and over.
She grabs my arms. Her nails dig into my flesh, and I just keep going. I keep fucking her through the orgasm until her pussy tightens and releases around my cock, until her body shudders and she looks back at me again.
I slow.
“Oh my god,” she breathes.
“I’m going to learn exactly what it takes to do that to you in every possible angle, at every possible time of day.”
Her pussy squeezes me again. I drop my head until our noses touch.
“And I’m going to spend every day for the rest of our lives making sure you feel this good. You got that?”
“Oh, Jack. This was supposed to be about you.”
“Your pleasure is my pleasure.” I’m still thrusting into her, but slowly now, holding on. “Now are you going to keep fighting it, or are you going to let me make you come some more?”
TWENTY EIGHT
Tegan
When Jack finally gives in after five orgasms of mine and cums inside me, it feels like a relief. I kinda wish he would stop being so fucking perfect. It’s starting to make me feel a bit insecure.
Don’t get me wrong, he’s amazing, but I’m not exactly the world’s most perfect person, and I’m sure one of these days he’ll wake up and realize that and have regrets.
I feel bad that I fell asleep on him last night. I was trying to make it up to him this morning. Guess I’ll have to keep trying.
Maybe what he needs is a good night out. Something fun with lots of people, some great music, good cocktails.
Yes.
I start messaging people as soon as Jack gets in the shower, and pretty soon a plan is coming together.
Isla: there’s a new bar open on King St. We could start there, maybe hit up Glasshouse after
Brent: Nah, Glasshouse is dead these days. Go Eclipse
Saskia: I second Eclipse. The new DJ there is hot
Leo: Agree. I went to Glasshouse last weekend. Dead as
That decided, I invite a few more people, and Saskia and Isla agree to do the same. I’m excited. I’m standing at my wardrobe already picking out an outfit when Jack emerges from the bathroom.
“Geez, water pressure sucks here.”
“Doesn’t it? Old pipes. Hey, you wanna come out tonight and meet my friends?”
He walks over and slides his hands over my hips, pressing a kiss to the back of my neck. “I’d like to meet your friends. Where are we going?”
