Page 77 of Rebound

I lift her up, spin her around, and push her into a sitting position on the bed. After pulling her legs apart, I stand between them. My shorts have now gotten uncomfortably tight.

“Is it heavy?” she asks, biting her lip coyly. She makes eye contact with me and quickly looks away.

“You’re about to find out, ain’t ya?” I say.

“Your tool belt,” she clarifies. “Is it heavy?”

“So heavy. It’s almost like it’s full and needs a release.”

“Oh. Let me help you with that, Mr. Cable Guy.” She reaches for the tool belt and takes it off. She tosses it to the floor and it lands with a loud thud. She reaches around me and grabs my ass. She’s almost as rough with me as I was with her. “Does cable box maintenance get you a tight ass like this?”

“Yeah. It’s due to all the thrusting I do.” I step away from her and do a series of exaggerated thrusts. She puts both hands to her cheeks and looks at me in awe. I know we’re only acting, but the way she’s looking at me turns me on like never before. At this moment, I regret every encounter before her. Everyone who did not create Jasmine. I ask myself how I could have been so dumb as to think all the nameless, faceless women before her mattered, or how those liaisons were ever a good idea.

“Oh, my,” she says, totally in awe. “That’s quite the package you have in your shorts.”

I walk and stand in front of her with my crotch directly in her face. “That’s the special tool I’ll need for your box, but first, I must prepare the box for it.” I point at my waist, and she pulls the shorts down. They’re so tight, I have to help her, and it takes much too long for me to be free of the damn things. Once they are rolled down my legs, I kick them to the side, determined to never wear them again.

I drop to my knees and lift the robe all the way up, revealing her pussy but her legs are closed. At least they are until I pull them apart.

“I have to lubricate the box first.” I swipe my tongue from her clit to her hole.

“Oh, shit,” she hisses while she holds onto my head for balance. “I had no idea this was how you fix a cable box.” Her words come out muffled and husky.

“Oh, yes, ma’am,” I say with my head still between her legs. “Let me do my job, okay, little lady?” I lick her again and slide a finger inside her wetness. She moans like a shameless slut, and I love it.

“No one has ever fixed my box this way.”

“Oh, no, ma’am. Only I possess the necessary tool to maintain your box. No one else.” I leave her pussy long enough to softly bite her inner thigh.

“Oh, yes, sir.”

“No one else. Say it.” To emphasize my point, I bite her inner thigh again.

“Only you,” she agrees. Satisfied with her answer, I return to her pussy and eat her as if she’s my last meal. She opens her legs wider for me, and her sounds of pleasure only get louder with each kiss and suck.

She holds my head tight as she comes moments later, convulsing as her juices coat my face. There’s no shame when I look at her. In fact, she leans forward and kisses me deeply and hungrily. I lift her off the bed, and she stands before me on wobbly feet. I take the skimpy robe off her and tweak her nipples once she’s naked before me.

I point at my hard dick, which is now pointing in her direction. She drops to her knees and takes me down her throat without any warning. She gags, and I love that so much that I shove myself deeper inside her mouth. She gags again. I pull all the way out and admire her wet lips.

“Open that greedy mouth, you greedy little thing,” I whisper, and she obeys. She takes control and wraps one hand around the base while she slurps my dick in and out of her mouth. She drives me to the brink of insanity, but as good as her mouth feels, I need to be inside her pussy now, not her mouth.

I pull out, lift her to her feet, and toss her onto the bed before she can register what’s happening. She has her legs spread open by the time I dive on top of her and take her in a savage kiss.

“It’s time for me to put my tool in your box, ma’am,” I say against her mouth. “I hope your box is big enough because this tool is huge.” I flip us over and land on my back with her on top of me. “You have to slide down it.”

She looks at my dick, which is now pointing north. She picks it up and stands it straight. I lift her up, and she slides down while I sink inside of her, inch by inch, until I’m fully ensconced. I could die right now a happy man. I’d die by orgasm, and I know my daughter would be loved and taken care of.

“Now what, sir?” she asks in a high and shrill voice.

I thrust up inside and slap her ass. She slows down and grinds as she bounces up and down on my dick. I cover her breast with my hand and tweak her nipple. She moans, and I grab her hips.

I know I don’t have much time until I come, so when she bounces up, I lift her off me and put her on her back. I settle between her legs and lift one up over her head. That’s another thing about her. She’s so damn flexible, and I love it. I slide back inside and start fucking her fast and rough. She moans and calls out my name when she comes again. Her second orgasm brings forth mine, and I start to come, but I pull out of her.

“Open your mouth,” I say. She obeys, but most of my orgasm ends up on her left cheek and chin rather than her mouth. She sticks her tongue out and licks what she can before scooping the rest with her fingers and hungrily sucking them clean.

“Mmhmm,” she moans.

“And that, little lady, is the dirty Whorekowski.”

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