"Oh my God," I groan, my brain nearly shorting out both from the breathless sound of his voice and what he's saying. What he's asking. I swear I can feel myself getting hard again already and it takes what feels like forever for my brain to start working enough that I can actually answer.
It feels impossible to decide, I want both so much. I want him to come between my thighs, want to feel his cock twitch and pulse against me, want him to use me.
But I also want him in my mouth, I want to feel him come on my tongue and swallow it all down. I want both, I want everything and, in the end, the only way I can decide is by promising myself that what we don't do this time, we can do later. Next time. Because I want as many next times as Jack will give me.
Shuddering on another breath, I finally manage to push myself up a little, loosening the grip of my thighs as I try to turn over. "My mouth," I tell him, my cheeks impossibly warm as I meet his eyes. "Please-- Please, Jack. I want you to come in my mouth."
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It feels impossible to decide, I want both so much. I want him to come between my thighs, want to feel his cock twitch and pulse against me, want him to use me.
But I also want him in my mouth, I want to feel him come on my tongue and swallow it all down. I want both, I want everything and, in the end, the only way I can decide is by promising myself that what we don't do this time, we can do later. Next time. Because I want as many next times as Jack will give me.
Shuddering on another breath, I finally manage to push myself up a little, loosening the grip of my thighs as I try to turn over. "My mouth," I tell him, my cheeks impossibly warm as I meet his eyes. "Please-- Please, Jack. I want you to come in my mouth."