Page 87 of Keeper
“But I thought you didn’t come before your game. Isn’t that why you played so good?”
“I jerked off as soon as I woke up,” I said. “So yeah. Coming is officially allowed.”
“Oh, perfect.” She grinned. “So what are the rules? No sex—I get that—but can I jerk you off?”
I fought off the smile that spread across my eager cheeks. “Yeah, I think that’d be fine.”
“Mm. Hot.” Biting her lip, she pulled my waistband back, and my cock began to pulse with anticipation. “This game is kind of fun, Tanner.”
She reached a hand into my pants and wrapped her fingers around my thickening length. I turned rock-hard in her dainty grip.
She whispered in my ear while she stroked me. “Remember when you asked me what I thought of your dick pic?”
“Of course,” I said.
“Wanna know what Ireallythought?” she asked.
Each slow, deliberate tug at my throbbing cock pulled waves of pleasure right through me.
“Yeah,” I said. “Tell me.”
“It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen,” she whispered, pulling me deeper.
Hell yeah.I began to grunt and groan, thrusting myself into her tight fist faster, harder. I knew I wouldn’t last long—she’d had me worked up since the moment we met. A heavy pressure began to swell in my balls, but Ainsley pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me before I blew my load.
“Don’t get too excited,” she said. “You can’t come just yet. You still haven’t told me all the other rules of our little arrangement just yet.”
“It’s not that complicated,” I said, laughing softly. “What else do you want to know?”
Answering without a word, she laid a trail of reverent kisses over my collarbone. Her lips swept across my skin like the beating wings of a butterfly. She slid lower down my body. The points of her hard nipples dragged down my abdomen, putting every inch of my tingling skin on pins and needles.
“Oh my god,” I groaned, my chest heaving for air.
She slid lower still, raking her nails down my abs, dipping her tongue into the chiseled ridges of muscle. At last, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of my joggers and pulled them down my hips. Freed, my stiff cock swung up and slapped my hard stomach with a humidthwack.
“Mmmmm.” Ainsley glared at my manhood, her pupils dark and her eyes lustful. “Can I suck your dick?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Or would that be against the rules?”
“I want your mouth so bad,” I croaked, my voice scratchy. My throat was as dry as a bone. “Please.”
She grabbed my cock and pumped her fist up and down its length.
“You’re huge,” she said.
She stuck out her tongue and ran it up and down the sides of my shaft. She swirled her mouth over the head of my cock until my cock pulsed and leaped in the air, eager for her plump lips.
“Damn,” I grumbled.
At last, she wrapped her mouth around my glans and slid me into the sweet suction of her sultry cheeks.
“Oh god,” I muttered weakly as one inch after another disappeared down her throat. “Fuck, you’re good at that.”
Toogood at it—and after just a minute or two, I was already dangerously close to coming. The sloppy slurps and sucking sounds weren’t helping me stave off my climax, nor were her pleasured moans humming against my throbbing and sensitive length. I wanted to last, to impress her, to let her know that once wedidfuck, it’d be enjoyable for her and, well, Iwouldn’tblow my load like a one-pump chump.
But I was fighting a losing battle and she was quickly taking me to the point of no-return. Something had to be done.
“Wait,” I said, panicking and urgently gasping for air as I stopped her. “Wait—I can’t hold it much longer. I’m too worked up, I won’t last.”
She could read the shame in my face.
