Page 117 of Who's Playing You
“Not everything can be solved with sex, you know.”
“Oh, I don’t know. I think we’ve done well so far,” I replied.
Meanwhile, I was doing fucking somersaults in my head because she wasfucking pregnant!
A couple weeks back, Scottie had kind of gotten her period. It was more spotting than anything. Having done all my research on pregnancy, it was common to get spotting in the first month or two of pregnancy. But when she got that “period” she took it as she actually got her period.
For me, however, the fact that it was spotty, coupled with other factors like her breasts having gotten a little bigger and a lot more tender since then, as well as her feeling exhausted, and then she yelled at me last night over the smell of what I wasmaking for dinner… on the complete opposite side of the house from her.
I could feel it in my bones that this was our sign.
“What’s got you all smiley-smiley?”
Not wanting to tell her just yet, I played it off, “Being around you. You make me happy.”
“You think we’re about to have sex, don’t you?”
“Ms. Anderson! Are you propositioning me?” I pretended to be shocked.
She snort-laughed, but then she turned serious. “You know what, actually I am. I do have a proposition for you in fact, and this is something I’ve tried to bring up but you always distract me.”
“Distract you?”
“Yes.”
“How do I distract you?”
“With your oral skills and with your pierced cock. You dickmatize me.”
“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”
“You know full-well that it is nothing but the best thing. However, in the months we’ve been together you have yet to let me…” She let that linger as she eyed my now-very hard cock that was being held back by my athletic shorts.
“Let you….?”
“Reciprocate.”
“Mmm.”
“Yes,mmm. I want to give you a damn blowjob, okay?” She let out on a little harumph. “You’re like the first guy on Earth who doesn’t expect it on the first sexual encounter. You’re like a freekin’ unicorn.”
“Sorry, honey,” I said and chuckled. “I didn’t mean to deprive you. But by all means,” I said and gestured to my ready-to-go cock, “go at it.”
She quickly eyed me.
“Don’t tease me. I’m literally begging you to let me give you head, you’re finally going to let me do it? You’re not going to distract me with your smooth tongue and talk me into letting you do unspeakable things to me instead?”
“I mean, I’d love to do thattoo. And I’m sure that you’ll be a horny little slut for me after you’ve had your mouth stuffed with my dick, wanting my cock to fill up your next hole too,” I said in a huskier voice because I was getting really turned on.
The truth was, yes - I hadn’t let Scottie go down on me because I was too desperate forher. Watching her unravel, watching her when I brought her pleasure, it did something to me. Don’t even mention when I had her cum on my lips while I did all of these things to her.
So even though, yes, every guy loves getting sucked like a damn lollipop, I was almost afraid that it wouldn’t nearly be as good as when I was in control of Scottie’s pleasure. Because to me, when I was fully in control of her pleasure, it made my own pleasure and release so much better.
Having her all but beg me now to suck my cock, who was I to deny her? Besides, after having a few months of experimentation with Scottie, confirming that my refractory period was all but non-existent and knowing that she turned into a little cum-slut for me, I now felt confident that letting her suck me off wouldn’t take anything away from the experience.
In fact, now that I was finally ready, I was curious to see if this could enhance the overall sexual experience for us.
With that she slid down to her knees on the floor in front of me. The little minx gave me the most satisfied and seductive look as her beautiful fingers trailed up my thighs, and in one swift - and aggressive - move, opened my thighs. She didn’t waste time positioning herself right between them.
