Page 191 of Dirty Eoin

“What are you saying, Jaine?”

I know exactly what she’s saying, and my dick gets even harder at the thought.

“That I’m happy to be your captive audience.”

Naughty, evil woman.

I grind against her once more before lifting her off my lap and standing in the middle of the floor. Pulling down my zip, I free my cock.

She licks her lips. She clearly wants it in her mouth, but I know she won’t give me access to that hot little vacuum either as I fuck that as hard as I fuck her pussy. That’s how we both like it.

Hard. Fast. Deep. With plenty of saliva.

She yanks off her tank top to display her tits. They may be small, but they’re perfectly formed. My eyes graze over a slim torso that’s covered in an array of scars, each one looking like it’s been intricately carved onto her skin. She’s a work of fucking art.

She’s my work of art.

My gaze drifts to the recent scar on her shoulder. A permanent reminder of when she saved my ma’s life. It’s still red and angry-looking. As red and angry as my own recent scars.

I am her. She is me.

We’re the same.

Imperfectly perfect.

She stares at me, and my eyes bore into hers as I rub my pre-cum around the tip of my dick before stroking its full length. I haven’t removed my clothing intentionally, so her focus remains on my cock. I already know that she likes what lies underneath my clothes.

Her gaze drops.

“Is this what you wanted to see, Jaine?”

“Yes.”

I smirk as she replies without taking her eyes off my now slick length, her skin flushing and her nipples pebbling with arousal at the sight of me jerking off.

Her little pink tongue flicks out to lick her fingertips before she traces them around her already peaked tips.

I grunt my approval as my hand works faster. Knowing I’m getting close, she gets on the floor and crawls towards me before kneeling in front of me so close I can feel her breath tickle my balls.

“I want to fist your hair and fuck you hard in the mouth. Make you choke. Make you gag. Make you gasp for fucking air.”

“But you can’t.” She gives a smug smirk.

She’s right. I can’t, but the thought of it has my balls tightening, and with a low growl of pleasure, I release ropes of hot cum all over her perfect face and tits.

Panting, I stare down at her.

“You will receive my cum in any way I see fit to give it to you. In return, it is yours and yours alone. I give you my word, Jaine.”

I watch as she dips her finger into my release before sucking it into her mouth. My dick twitches at the sight.

If my lifestyle choices aren’t going to be the death of me, Jaine Jones fucking will.

I tuck my cock back inside my jeans as I watch her rub my cum into her skin, then I offer my hand, she takes it in hers, and I pull her off the floor.

She smells of me. I smell good on her. Maybe masturbation won’t be quite so bad after all.

Tucking her hair behind her ear, I smile down at her.

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