Page 59 of Jesse

“Oh, you’re going to regret this,” he says, smirking like the bossy baby Boston brother he is.

“Mmmm-mmmm,” I hum, letting my vocal cords vibrate around his cock. We lock eyes again and if I didn’t have his monster dick practically down my throat, I’d smile.

But he gets the idea. Bring it, my look says.

He grips my hair, pulling on the one pigtail I have left, then forces my face all the way to his stomach.

I gag hard this time.

Fucking asshole.

But I refuse to give in and let him win. I will not. I take it like a champ. I open my mouth as wide as I can, let him push himself inside me as far as he wants, and I will myself to hold it together. Staring up at him. Daring him to try it again.

He doesn’t relent. Just holds me there. Doing his best to force me to give in.

But I don’t.

I breathe through my nose and narrow my eyes.

“Oh, fuck,” he says. Glaring down at me. “Fuck.”

Take that, you cocky asshole.

He eases up first and I suck in a huge breath as saliva spills out over my lips.

“Jesus Christ,” he says. And I’m pretty sure he’s impressed. I’m pretty sure he wasn’t expecting me to be so adept at this blow-job stuff.

But I don’t even take a moment to relish his surprise. I swipe the spit off my chin and slap it on his cock with both hands, then give him a two-fisted hand job as I ease my head forward once more.

I don't wait for him to make me do anything.

I take him deep. I take him deeper than I’ve ever done before.

I make myself gag this time. But I hold it in. Breathing through it.

He’s moaning things like, “Fuck.” And, “Jesus Christ.” And, “Emma, my God. My God!”

I come up for one quick breath and then dive back in, giving it my all. I bob my head back and forth, both hands still pumping, my lips, my mouth, my chin all slick with the wetness of my own saliva. His belt buckle jingles with the motion of my take-charge attitude. He bends his knees a little and his cock suddenly hits the back of my throat.

But I hold that gag in. I refuse to give him that kind of control.

I will win this little blow job battle, my friend. You just watch me.

I reach for the hem of my tank top and whip it over my head and suddenly my nipples bunch into tight peaks and pull my spectacular breasts up right along with them.

“Holy fuck,” he groans.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” I hum, still working him with my mouth. That’s right, motherfucker. Enjoy them while you can.

My hands are really getting into it now. I squeeze, and slide, and pump, and tug and—

“Fuck!” he yells.

I’m pretty sure Miles heard that yell all the way up in the front cabin, over the thrumming jet engines, with two closed pocket doors between us.

And I do not care.

I am about to win!