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Jackson grinned at her reaction to the scoop of vanilla ice cream. Vanilla sex wasn’t his thing, but vanilla with sex—oh yeah!
He lapped at her entrance, loving the mix of the sweet and cold mixed with her hot, tangy arousal. He coated three of his fingers in the sticky sweetness and pumped them into her tight sheath. The cold against her overheated tissue would heighten the sensations, as would the small buttplug.
He couldn’t wait to shove his dick inside her.
Pity he had to wear a condom; it would have been a carnal sight if her juices, ice cream, and his cum would come dripping out of her cunt afterward. Maybe he could talk her into an IUD.
They both were clean, but Paula couldn’t tolerate the pill, so they used condoms to avoid pregnancy. Jackson lost his rhythm as he envisioned her round with his baby. Would she be prepared to take that risk? She was fairly old for getting pregnant. Fuck, they needed to talk about that, maybe they didn’t need that IUD, after all.
He toyed with her labia, ran his tongue around her clit, and pumped a lazy rhythm that was enough to keep her on the edge but not enough to push her over.
“Jackson,” Paula whined.
His minx was getting impatient.
He inhaled her scent, and lapped at her juices combined with the melting ice cream. She arched and bucked as much as the bindings allowed her. He liked how she gave over to her lust with abandon. She fit his needs in a woman in every way.
“Do you need to come, Melda?”
Paula only moaned.
Good, she was ready.
And honestly, so was he. By now, his dick was probably sporting indents from his zipper.
“Come for me!”
Jackson lowered his head, sucked her clit in his mouth, and concentrated on the task of getting her off.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Paula woke early Saturday morning and lay on her back for a few moments, taking stock of her body. Her breasts still felt swollen, and the soft comforter rubbed against her full globes, reminding her of Jackson’s big hands squeezing and fondling them. Her pussy ached from the many orgasms she’d had the night before. After he had brought her to climax over and over with his mouth, she had lost count of the number of times she’d come. When she was limp as a noodle and whimpering with every lash of his tongue over her sensitive clit, he’d sheathed himself in a condom and taken her roughly on the table. After that, he’d bathed her then washed and dried her hair before putting her to bed and pulling her into his arms.
Paula propped herself up on her elbows and looked him over in the dim morning light. He was always handsome, but relaxed in sleep he took her breath away. With his light hair, his beard stubble was barely visible, but still sexy.
Paula lifted the covers. His strong, muscular body was stretched out and relaxed, except—her gaze zeroed in on his impressive morning wood. She licked her lips and grinned.
Payback time!
Paula wriggled under the covers and parted her lips around his erection. She lowered her mouth over his dick and used suction on her way back up. Jackson groaned, and she smiled around a mouthful of cock. Paula wrapped her left hand around the base of his shaft and used her right to fondle his balls in time with the bobbing of her head.
Big hands fisted her hair, and she liked the erotic pull on the roots.
“I should punish you for touching your Master without permission”—his voice was gravelly with sleep—“but your mouth on me feels too good.” His last word ended on another groan, and he bucked his hips.
Paula fought her gag reflex and used the extra saliva to slide up and down.
“Oh, Melda. You feel so, so good. That’s it, suck me.”
She liked how verbal he was. She kept going at his cock while he murmured endearments and groaned encouragement. He tasted clean and salty, and his personal scent was more intense here than anywhere else on his body. She could go on for hours, but Jackson tugged her hair more forcefully.
The muscles in his upper legs tensed, and he groaned. “If you aren’t comfortable swallowing, you have to stop.”
Paula nodded before letting his dick go with a pop. She met his beautiful blue gaze as he held himself propped up on his elbows. “Yes, Sir. Let me swallow all you have to offer.”
She engulfed his pulsing member while maintaining eye contact. Jackson struggled visibly then plopped down on his pillow, fisting the sheets.
Paula sped up her movement and was rewarded with a jerk of his penis and a jet of come on her tongue.
