She sat up and rolled over, faced his cock and licked her lips.
The remains of her masculine conscience, her old self, Brandon, pleaded within her.
No! What are you doing?!
Would she really consider taking Mike into her mouth? Even for a second?
Don’t even think about it!
She balked. ‘You’re right.’ Some lines shouldn’t be crossed. ‘I won’t.’ A feeling of relief welled within her. She knew it was Brandon responding to her newfound self-control.
Good. Now stand up and walk away.
She lingered for a moment, admiring the molten precum flowing from the tip of Mike’s throbbing penis; knowing it could only erupt under the right circumstances. The cock pulsed hypnotically as she dwelled on what the right circumstances entailed.
She took a breath and languidly rolled over.
Oh fuck. What are you doing?
‘I’m getting on him.’
Well get off!
‘Don’t worry. I will.’
Thin fingers topped with long, painted nails grasped the air between her thighs, searching desperately for something. She could feel its warmth radiating nearby. It was close. She snatched the air behind her, finally catching it, wrapping her slender fingers around it.
No. . .
She adjusted it behind her, guiding it blindly. She could feel the spot in her shallows where it should go; she was already an expert. Pleased with her aim, she lowered herself, settling her entrance over his swollen cockhead. She smiled sheepishly and exhaled.
‘Cock.’ She sat in place, keeping a steady pressure on the head in the shallows of her pussy and released his cock.
Every piece was in place.
Please!
She pulled herself slightly from him and addressed her conscience. ‘You are right. I shouldn’t. . . and I won’t.’ The tease had gone long enough.
Calm poured over her as Brandon, her old self, relaxed within her, relieved it had all been a game she was playing on him; a mere test of his will.
‘See? You have been panicking over nothing. I have self-control’ She could feel her petals of labia gently coating the cockhead nestled in her gateway. ‘I could sit like this all day.’
Good. But please don’t. Stand up and walk away.
She smiled. ‘I will.”
The head of his cock lay in her shallows, the place where their bodies met, now slick with her juices. She went to lift her hips from him, and the cock slid delightfully against her labia; she felt weak in the knees. She moaned and quickly fell back into position.
I’m waiting. . .
Her eyebrows furrowed in concern. She tried again; or at least she thought she did. But she barely ascended before thinking better of it. When she fell back into place, she overcorrected, finding herself spread wider by the head of Mike’s cock, and rather than recoil, she dipped further, allowed the entire head to slip inside of her in the process.
‘Oh!’
She moaned in expectation. “Yes!”
What are you doing?
She lifted herself slightly, but his head filled her so well it tugged her pussy back with it. She bobbed her hips, enjoying the way it pulled at her; the feeling was mutual, her pussy had no interest in letting go.
What the fuck are you doing?
‘I’m sorry. It’s just. . . it’s starting to feel really good. . .’
Brandon could feel it to. Knowing he was dangerously close to slipping away, he spoke slowly and calmly within her, like a negotiator in a terrorist situation.
It’s okay. Just stand up. And walk away. You can do this.
She nodded to herself, took a breath and lifted herself from the cock. The head popped out of her.
“Oh. Fuck.”
Her nervous look immediately dissolved into a wanton expression. She froze, her brain locked in a pleasure loop of Mike’s cock slipping out of her on repeat. Her eyebrows arched in pleasure and she licked her lips.
‘I. . . I. . .”
You what?!
‘I’m sorry. . .’ She bit her lip and whimpered. ‘. . .I’m so sorry.’
She slowly and deliberately flicked her hips, taking the rest of the cock inside of her.
She sat, spread wide, every inch of him inside of her, her jaw open wide. Time stopped. This was true peace. True meditation. Every boundary within her: man and woman, young and old, was crossed. Every wall breached. Blown apart. Her female nature swooned; hungry for experience, knowledge, and power.
Excerpt taken from my book I Am Jake's Mom: Total Possession, book 2 in the IAJM series.