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He feels sogood in my hand, like warm, velvety steel that’s slick from my jizz. But it’s the heated look in his eyes that holds my attention. I know he’d probably rather I get on my knees and suck him off, but I prefer handies. It feels more intimate to stand in front of him and stroke his cock while he plays with my tits. That’s not to say I’ll never do that for him, just not this time. Our first time.
I mentally berate myself because I’m starting to sound like him, thinking about us as a forgone conclusion when we’re anything but. Maybe walking up to women and convincing them that they’re soul mates is how he gets laid. It’s clearly effective, given the fact that I’m currently giving him a handjob. Though, for a man as attractive as Eaton, I’d think there’d be an easier way to get female attention than spending the day running errands that included a visit with a grandfather.
“Fuck, Baby Cakes, that’s it. You’re making me feel so good.” His hand on my breast has my nether regions clenching, even though Eaton gave me the best orgasm of my life only minutes ago. “You still want me to cum on these fleshy mounds?”
“God, yes. I’ve never wanted anything more,” I say because it’s the truth.
My business was born from the rejection I felt over my kink. I didn’t think it was that odd since all the men in the romance novels I’ve been reading since I was sixteen seemed to love painting their women’s skin with their seed. It wasn’t until I asked my high school boyfriend to come on my face that I realized it wasn’t as common as I thought. He asked me who hurt me because surely that was the only explanation for wanting an act that degrading. The other reactions I received through the years never got better.
“Then get on your knees,” he demands, but because he’s a gentleman, he hands me a clean towel from a bin to rest under my knees.
I lower myself before him and instantly feel my juices spilling down my thighs. As he takes over the handjob, I can’t help but reach under my dress to flick my bean. His one-eyed monster looks me dead in the face, and I nearly come when a pearly drop of pre-cum appears on his tip. There’s no explanation as to why semen turns me on so much, but my god, does it ever.
“Can I taste it?” I ask.
“Fuck. Those words alone have me wanting to blow.” He stops pumping his crank long enough for me to swirl my tongue over the head. He tastes like a mix of my minty jizz and his own unique musky flavor. It’s the most seductive thing I’ve ever tasted, and I wish I could bottle his essence up to share with the other women in my online forums. I can’t wait to tell them about today. “Oh, shit. I’m coming.”
I sacrifice my own orgasm to tilt my head back and hold my tits up as his hand picks up speed. “That’s it, baby. I want a pretty pearl necklace.”
His breath catches, and his movements become erratic seconds before he lets out a string of curses and ropes of cum shoot from his tip onto my chin, chest, and breasts. I love how his white honey is warm and comforting as it hits my skin, then leaves a cooling sensation as it slides down.
“Goddamn,” he curses as he squeezes the last bit out and flicks it onto me.
I swipe a finger over my chin and greedily suck it off. The pre-cum I thought was the most delicious thing I’d ever had in my mouth just minutes before pales in comparison to his full-flavored jizz. I immediately get ideas about how to tweak my current recipe to make it more authentic.
Those thoughts vanish as I look down to find how beautifully my tits are painted in him. My right hand slips back under my dress as my left plays in his cum. I swirl it over each nipple before lifting each breast to lick it off, and then I rub some of it into my skin like lotion. More than anything, I want to scoop some up and use it to diddle myself. Not that I need it because things are slippery enough down there without it, but I refrain since Eaton might not be ready for our fluids to mix. I shouldn’t be ready for that either, but god, do I want that.
Tingles spread over my body as a second orgasm looms just on the horizon. It’s shocking that I’m not embarrassed in the least that Eaton’s lazily stroking his still half-hard cock as he watches me, but I’m not. He makes me feel safe and free to let my freak flag fly, something I’ve been looking for since I was a teenager. God, I hope he’s not messing with me because I’m starting to see his vision for our future.
“Come for me, Baby Cakes. Diddle that fiddle thinking about how it feels to rub my spunk into your skin,” he says, and I increase my efforts. “Fuck, you look so sexy covered in me. I can’t believe you’re mine. I’m the luckiest bastard to ever walk this earth.”
His loving words are almost as stimulating as his naughty ones, and soon, I’m breaking apart into a million pieces as another earth-shattering orgasm takes hold. I all but black-out, hearing my voice but completely unaware and not caring about what I’m saying.
“That’s my good girl,” Eaton coos as I come back down from orbit, my pussy spasming as I slow my ministrations. “After seeing that, I can die a happy man.”
As my vision comes back, I’m afraid things will be uncomfortable now that the moment has passed. But I should have known better because Eaton seems unfazed, as if he never experienced even a moment of discomfort, which puts me at ease. He pulls his pants up and adjusts himself before offering me a hand and helping me up. I intend to go straight to the sink and clean up, but Eaton intervenes.
“What?” I ask.
He brings my hand to his mouth and hungrily sucks my arousal off each of my fingers. I orgasmed thirty seconds ago, but against all laws of nature, feeling his tongue swirl around to lick my flavor off nearly has me peaking again.
“Get yourself cleaned up, and let’s finish bottling your jizz.” He gives my ass a hard slap, snapping me out of my lustful trance.
After spendingan hour sanitizing literally everything, we get back to the reason we’re here in the first place, I Can’t Believe It’s Not Jizz.
“Is this batch ruined?” Eaton asks, stirring the pot.
“Afraid so.”
“Shit, Baby Cakes, I’m sorry.”
I smile shyly over at him. “It was worth it.”
“I agree.” He holds my gaze for a long moment before clapping his hands. “How can I help?”
