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—she pulls my cock out and gives it a nice, tight squeeze.

I close my eyes for a second, feeling a little unsteady and lost, wondering why this woman makes me feel this way, then forget about that when she begins jerking me off.

“Like that?” she coos. Pumping harder, squeezing tighter, and scooting forward so her breasts are pushing against my thighs.

Oh, but I see her evil plan. I’m on to her now. She thinks she’s gonna jerk me off and then say, Thanks, but no thanks.

I think not, you little tease.

“I will be fucking your pussy,” I say. Then realize I didn’t actually mean to say that.

“You sure about that?” she asks, easing her face forward, gearing up for her next move.

Mmm-hmm. Gonna take my mind off the endgame with a blow job, are ya? Get me all worked up, maybe let me come on your tits, then walk out and tell Miles to bring you some pancakes and a coffee?

I’m one step ahead of you, lady.

I push her head away and bend down. Two seconds later I’ve got her tight little cut-offs unbuttoned and unzipped and I’m dragging them down her legs. Two seconds after that I’m tossing them into the corner.

I grab her thighs, push them forward, and lick her pussy through her panties.

Take that, Emma.

She groans and pushes my head down. “Yes,” she mumbles. “Just like that.”

I pull back, suddenly realizing I just gave up a blow job to eat her out, and say, “Oh, no.”

“No what?” she innocently coos.

“You’re doing it again.”

“Less talking, more licking, Jesse. Chop, chop.”

I stand back up and run my fingers through my hair. “You’re totally doing it again. Forget it,” I say. “I’m not eating you out.”

She slips a hand between her legs and her fingers take up where I left off. “I offered you a blow job,” she reminds me. “You wanted to do this, Mr. Boston. So what’s the problem?”

“The problem is you’re going to get off and leave me hanging. Again.”

She stops playing with her pussy and instead leans back, propping herself up with her elbows. “Wow. You really give yourself a lot of credit, don’t you? You’re not even that good. I only came so fast last night because my vibrator broke two weeks ago and I haven’t had time to replace it.”

“Is that right?” Then I point at her. “And fuck you. I’m not gonna fall into that pathetic trap and try to prove you wrong.”

“Jesse?” she asks.

“What?”

“Do you want me to suck your cock or not? Because I’m totally willing.” She pauses for an answer, but I don’t know. I just don’t know what the right move is. “OK,” she says. “So you wanna keep licking me?”

“No.”

“So we’re done here?” she asks, rolling over on the bed to retrieve her shorts. She lies back on the bed, bends her knees, and pulls them back on. And the whole time I stare at her wet panties until her shorts obstruct my view. “Good. I’m hungry and I’m dying for some bacon.”

She stands up and heads towards the door behind me, but I slip in and block her.

“Now what?”

I shake my head.