Page 5 of Jaz
She was his fantasy, his goddamn dream, and then he was coming. He pulled out as the streams of ejaculate started up his cock. All over the back of her already destroyed panties, all over the underside of her denim skirt, he came.
His grunts of pleasure were incoherent, and the blood pounding in his ears was loud, drowning out all else. She was gonna kill him with lust. And he couldn’t think of a better way to go.
“Did you mean it?”
Her voice sounded very far away, given the buzzing in his brain. “Huh?”
She giggled. “Did you mean it?”
He couldn’t think straight, much less string two words together, and she was giggling. Jaz took a deep breath then another and still a few more before he started to calm. “Did I mean what?”
“What you said about birthday spankings.”
He met her eyes in the mirror again, and for a moment couldn’t figure out what the look in hers was. Fear? Excitement? “Yes. Why?”
“No reason.”
“Liar.” He stepped back and tucked his cock back in his jeans. “Can you stand?” He offered his hand and she took it, holding tight, letting him pull her up. She started to wobble, but he caught her around the waist. He tugged her around to face him, holding her against his chest. It was the perfect opportunity to tilt her head up and plant a kiss on that lovely mouth. She hummed and smiled.
“Jaz?”
God but he loved hearing his name from her lips. “Hmmm?”
“I’m starving.”
