Page 15 of Her Jealous Ex-FWB
With his hand, his tapped his cock against my lips. He smelled like a mix of clean skin and male musk.
I opened my mouth wider, but to my surprise, he didn’t push his length in. I stared up at him, waiting.
“Don’t you want me to suck it?” I asked.
His jaw tightened, and he shook his head. “No.”
“No?”
“No. I want you to beg to suck it. If you’re convincing enough, I might just let you.”
Let me?
I huffed in indignation. “Don’t play games Jordan. Just let me give you head.”Then we can get to the good stuff. Then we can finally fuck, like I’ve been dreaming about.
“But you love it when I play games.” He rubbed the velvet-smooth tip of the cock around my lips, like he was applying lip gloss. With the pre-cum drooling from the slit, he sort of was, in a twisted sort of way. “I want to hear you beg for it. It’s not hard.”
“Let me suck your cock,” I said, in a deadpan tone.
He chuckled softly. “Not like that. I want to hear how much you’ve been craving it.” His eyes lit up at my expression. “Don’t lie to me, baby. I know you’re a good little cocksucker.”
I swallowed. Fine. He wanted to hear me beg for whatever reason?
I could do that.
“I want to suck your cock,” I said softly. “I want it, alright? I want to make you feel good. I want to hear you groan.” At that point, I leaned forward and let my tongue flicker against the tip.
Jordan hissed and pulled his cock away, and I stifled the impatience rising up in me.
“Did you ever suck that other guy’s cock?” he asked.
“Never,” I said.
“Did you want to?”
“No,” I admitted. “I don’t want to suck any man’s cock. Only yours.”
Jordan’s expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes. Something warm, yet stony at the same time. “Say that again.”
“I’ve never wanted to give head to anyone else,” I blurted out. “I only want to suck your cock. I’m — I’m addicted to it, okay? These past few months I’ve been having withdrawals. Just let me taste it, okay, Jordan? Let me taste your pre-cum. Please. Please, please, please —”
Jordan shoved his erection into my mouth, and I accepted it willingly, savouring the familiar taste, the familiar feel of it against my tongue, the way it was hot and pulsing between my lips.
“Fuck,” he hissed, grabbing the headboard to steady himself. He tightened his hands, and I could see the veins standing out on his arms. “God, I missed your mouth. I almost forgot how talented you are.”
I slurped on his length like I was starving. I knew I was making a mess — I could feel spit sliding out from the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my chin. When Jordan looked at me, though, he only looked more aroused.
“My nasty slut,” he said. “Seeing you slobber over my cock is so fucking hot.”
I moaned involuntarily. I’d forgotten how much his praise affected me. Now, Jordan sucked in a breath — I could see his abs tense. My moan must’ve vibrated around him.
“I need to move,” he said. “You’ll let me thrust into your pretty mouth, won’t you, Ella?”
I nodded — or, at least, I tried my best to nod with my lips were stretched around a thick cock.
“Good girl,” he said, and jerked his hips.
He set a punishing pace, but I could handle it. We’d hooked up so many times and I’d slowly learned how to relax my throat and take him in. As he slid in and out, his length glistening with my saliva, he held onto the headboard, and let out occasional soft groans.
