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My mind cuts to Jo rolling my balls between her fingers like fucking dice.
“Shit, Killer, fuck that feels so good.”
My spine tingles and I go back to my training plans.
I think I’ll do some squat lifts and do whatever reps I thought about earlier.
And I'll do the weight pull thing where I sprint as fast as I can with a stack of plates trailing behind me.
I need to rebuild my explosive power.
And with one little phrase, I’m right back to how fucking close I am to unloading down Jo’s throat.
"Shit Jo, I'm gonna come." I mumble and she dips my cock into her mouth again. I want to eat the pussy that's taunting me so we can come together. I’m curling up and catching the scent of her, so close, when she slides off my cock and moves off of me.
"Oh, he looks angry." She says with a kiss to the tip and my dick twitches at her like it's about to headbutt her.
"How long are you going to make me wait Jo, I'm doing training schedules in my head so I don't fucking come yet."
"How long do you want to wait?"
"I don't. I can’t wait, baby. It's going to be fucking torture not being with you everyday. Please Josie, please make me feel good again."
"You're actually begging." She says with wide eyes and an evil grin.
But instead of making me wait she crawls between my legs and I get a front row seat to her sucking my cock. Her head bobs and her eyes stay trained on my face. Her heart shaped ass pops up behind her as her back arches to suck me off and this is another view I want imprinted into my brain.
I struggle to keep my eyes open as my release drags from my spine to my balls and out down her throat.
"Fuck Jo, fuck." I grumble as she sucks me clean. My chest heaves with breaths and I’m sweating so much we will need to change the sheets.
"You okay? Did I hurt you?" She asks as she kisses up my thigh and abdomen.
"You fucking annihilated me, Killer." I tell her as I throw my head back on the pillow. Her feline grin tells me she’s proud of her work. Andshe should be. I will gladly volunteer as tribute to her tortuous bedroom desires.
Jo slides up to rest her head on the pillow next to me. My muscles are limp and I feel weightless. She can’t keep her hands to herself and she slides one up my arm but when she reaches the point where her tits are pressed up against me she pulls her hand.
I watch as she rolls to her back and kneads her breasts before tugging on the dusky nipples that are begging for my mouth.
Energy renewed, I lift and hover over her.
“Anyone ever made you come just from playing with these?” I ask as I nuzzle them with my nose.
“What? No. That’s impossible.” She says, but I see the curiosity in her eyes.
“I’m up for the challenge.” I grin at her. “Now, hands up behind your head, Killer. And no touching.”
Chapter 35
Jo
“I’m running the play, got it?”
Iamnotusedto surrendering. Bryson’s command was firm but his gentle soul still shone through. Another way we’re perfect for each other. He embraces my callous heart and encourages it to open to him. He could have a career taming horses after hockey.
My body is stretched out under him as Bryson straddles my hips. His knees bracket my sides and the urge to buck him fills my chest. I’m feeling twitchy.
Gently, his fingers trail around my breasts. Each caress is slightly different, sometimes he’s close to my nipples, others he swings wide and tickles the skin along my abdomen.
