Hot Ticket
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“Jason.”
He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over the pebbled peak. She shuddered and buried her fingers in his hair. She managed to find a bruise on the back of his head, but the pain she unknowingly inflicted fueled his fire.
He eased her toward the sofa. When she tried to remove his shirt, he pulled away and shook his head. “This is for you,” he said, but in reality, he didn’t want her to see his body and the ugly black and blue marks.
“Jason?” she whispered uncertainly.
“It’s okay. I want to make you feel good.” He didn’t care about his own enjoyment. He wanted to show her how strongly he felt about her by pleasuring her body. He’d have to show her, because he knew he couldn’t say it. He caressed, kissed, and suckled every inch of her silky skin above the waist, paying close attention to her reactions, seeking the spots that brought her the most pleasure. When she tugged at his shirt, he moved out of her reach and removed her jeans and sandals. Her body grew stiff with anxiety, so he left her panties in place, giving her time to grow accustomed to his touch. He found kissing the insides of her legs made her moan and writhe in delight. He caressed the backs of her knees while he suckled the flesh of her inner thighs.
“Jason, please.”
Please what? Was she ready for him to remove her panties? He covered her mound with his mouth and blew a hot breath through her last scrap of clothing.
“Ah God,” she gasped and grabbed his right wrist, squeezing the studded bracelet in a solid grip.
He almost lost control when the pain she inflicted on his burns registered. He grabbed her wrist and forced her to release her hold on him before he made a mess in his jeans.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m so hot and achy I can’t stand it.”
Her black lace panties joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. Jason knew the names of her female parts, knew what they did, how they looked from pictures. Nothing had prepared him for her scent, however. He inhaled deeply, his eyes drifting closed. His c**k protested its neglect, his balls ached. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and breathe her essence, but he didn’t think she was quite ready for that, so he stroked the slick, swollen flesh of her inner folds with two fingertips. The texture of her exposed flesh fascinated him. It was smoother than regular skin. Slippery. Hot. He watched her swell and redden and moisten beneath his persistent touch. Her hips rocked, and she called to him in her excitement. He sought her clit, having heard that a woman’s greatest pleasure was centered in that tiny spot. He found it hard to believe until his fingers brushed the small, swollen bit of flesh, and Kara cried out in delight. Her back arched off the sofa.
“Oh yes, Jason. Right there.”
He hesitated and then lowered his head to suck her clit into his mouth. She screamed, startling him as her body convulsed unexpectedly. Had she had an orgasm? He wasn’t sure, but he loved knowing that he was drawing this response from her body. That he could give her pleasure. That he could do this for her. He didn’t have money or his own car or anything else to offer, but he could bring her pleasure. He flicked her clit with his tongue while he sucked it. Her motions grew exaggerated, needy. His fingers stroked the slick, hot flesh of her inner lips.
“Oh God. Put your fingers inside me, Jason. Please don’t tease me anymore.”
She thought he was teasing her? He shifted his hand and slowly inserted one finger into her tight, little pu**y. She was so small inside. How would her body accommodate his cock? He wasn’t one of those guys teased in the locker room. He needed to open her so he would fit inside. He rotated his finger in a wide circle, stretching her until he could slide a second finger inside.
Her breath caught. “Put it in, Jason. I’m ready. Put it in now.”
It? He went still and leaned back slightly, releasing her clit from his mouth.
He swallowed hard. “Now?”
“Yes, yes. Now.”
His trembling hand moved to his fly. He wanted her. Wanted to shove his throbbing c**k into that hot pu**y, but what if he embarrassed himself? What if he came as soon as he put it in?
“Hurry, Jason.”
He released his fly, and his c**k sprang free. He was overexcited, and he knew it. She fumbled under the sofa pillow and pulled out a condom.
“Put this on first.”
He pushed his pants down his thighs and fumbled to get the condom in place.
“Oh God, you’re huge,” Kara said as she watched him. “Go slow, okay?”
“Okay.”
As soon as he had the condom in place, he climbed on top of her and settled between her thighs. He used his hand to guide the head of his c**k into her body.
Oh God, it felt so good. He sank deeper. Her body struggled to accept him. He pushed forward. She sucked a pained breath through her teeth.
“Wait,” she gasped. “It hurts.”
How could it hurt? He’d never felt anything so wonderful in his life. He pushed deeper. Her flesh resisted him.
“Ow.”
He was trying to go as slow as he could, but her snug little cunt was pure bliss, and all rational thought left his mind. Unable to control the urge to bury himself deeply, he surged forward. Her flesh tore, finally yielding to his, and she cried out in pain. He gave her no time to recover, but pulled back and thrust into her body again.
“Not so hard,” she complained.
He couldn’t think, could only feel. His urgency building, he f**ked her harder. Harder. Faster. Oh God, harder. Take it, Kara. He scarcely comprehended that she was crying. He just needed to possess her. That’s all. He didn’t mean to cause her pain. She hit him in the shoulder with her fist.
“Jason, you’re hurting me. Stop doing it so hard.”
But her second blow only excited him more. “Hit me again, Kara. Hurt me.”
“What?”
“Hit me.” He looked down, finding her cheeks damp with tears. He pounded his c**k into her body. “Please, Kara, hurt me. I need… pain.”
By the look on her face, he knew he’d said something wrong, something weird, but he wanted her to hurt him, needed her to do it. This much pleasure couldn’t be right. He wasn’t used to pleasure. Pain he understood.
“You sick bastard, get off me.”
Her elbow hit him in his fractured ribs, and his body convulsed as he came unexpectedly. He stopped moving, his body pumping his seed into her, pooling at the tip of the condom. He reveled in the pain radiating through his side almost as much as the pleasure spasms gripping the base of his cock.
He lowered his head and flicked his tongue over the pebbled peak. She shuddered and buried her fingers in his hair. She managed to find a bruise on the back of his head, but the pain she unknowingly inflicted fueled his fire.
He eased her toward the sofa. When she tried to remove his shirt, he pulled away and shook his head. “This is for you,” he said, but in reality, he didn’t want her to see his body and the ugly black and blue marks.
“Jason?” she whispered uncertainly.
“It’s okay. I want to make you feel good.” He didn’t care about his own enjoyment. He wanted to show her how strongly he felt about her by pleasuring her body. He’d have to show her, because he knew he couldn’t say it. He caressed, kissed, and suckled every inch of her silky skin above the waist, paying close attention to her reactions, seeking the spots that brought her the most pleasure. When she tugged at his shirt, he moved out of her reach and removed her jeans and sandals. Her body grew stiff with anxiety, so he left her panties in place, giving her time to grow accustomed to his touch. He found kissing the insides of her legs made her moan and writhe in delight. He caressed the backs of her knees while he suckled the flesh of her inner thighs.
“Jason, please.”
Please what? Was she ready for him to remove her panties? He covered her mound with his mouth and blew a hot breath through her last scrap of clothing.
“Ah God,” she gasped and grabbed his right wrist, squeezing the studded bracelet in a solid grip.
He almost lost control when the pain she inflicted on his burns registered. He grabbed her wrist and forced her to release her hold on him before he made a mess in his jeans.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes. I’m so hot and achy I can’t stand it.”
Her black lace panties joined the rest of her clothes on the floor. Jason knew the names of her female parts, knew what they did, how they looked from pictures. Nothing had prepared him for her scent, however. He inhaled deeply, his eyes drifting closed. His c**k protested its neglect, his balls ached. He wanted to bury his face between her legs and breathe her essence, but he didn’t think she was quite ready for that, so he stroked the slick, swollen flesh of her inner folds with two fingertips. The texture of her exposed flesh fascinated him. It was smoother than regular skin. Slippery. Hot. He watched her swell and redden and moisten beneath his persistent touch. Her hips rocked, and she called to him in her excitement. He sought her clit, having heard that a woman’s greatest pleasure was centered in that tiny spot. He found it hard to believe until his fingers brushed the small, swollen bit of flesh, and Kara cried out in delight. Her back arched off the sofa.
“Oh yes, Jason. Right there.”
He hesitated and then lowered his head to suck her clit into his mouth. She screamed, startling him as her body convulsed unexpectedly. Had she had an orgasm? He wasn’t sure, but he loved knowing that he was drawing this response from her body. That he could give her pleasure. That he could do this for her. He didn’t have money or his own car or anything else to offer, but he could bring her pleasure. He flicked her clit with his tongue while he sucked it. Her motions grew exaggerated, needy. His fingers stroked the slick, hot flesh of her inner lips.
“Oh God. Put your fingers inside me, Jason. Please don’t tease me anymore.”
She thought he was teasing her? He shifted his hand and slowly inserted one finger into her tight, little pu**y. She was so small inside. How would her body accommodate his cock? He wasn’t one of those guys teased in the locker room. He needed to open her so he would fit inside. He rotated his finger in a wide circle, stretching her until he could slide a second finger inside.
Her breath caught. “Put it in, Jason. I’m ready. Put it in now.”
It? He went still and leaned back slightly, releasing her clit from his mouth.
He swallowed hard. “Now?”
“Yes, yes. Now.”
His trembling hand moved to his fly. He wanted her. Wanted to shove his throbbing c**k into that hot pu**y, but what if he embarrassed himself? What if he came as soon as he put it in?
“Hurry, Jason.”
He released his fly, and his c**k sprang free. He was overexcited, and he knew it. She fumbled under the sofa pillow and pulled out a condom.
“Put this on first.”
He pushed his pants down his thighs and fumbled to get the condom in place.
“Oh God, you’re huge,” Kara said as she watched him. “Go slow, okay?”
“Okay.”
As soon as he had the condom in place, he climbed on top of her and settled between her thighs. He used his hand to guide the head of his c**k into her body.
Oh God, it felt so good. He sank deeper. Her body struggled to accept him. He pushed forward. She sucked a pained breath through her teeth.
“Wait,” she gasped. “It hurts.”
How could it hurt? He’d never felt anything so wonderful in his life. He pushed deeper. Her flesh resisted him.
“Ow.”
He was trying to go as slow as he could, but her snug little cunt was pure bliss, and all rational thought left his mind. Unable to control the urge to bury himself deeply, he surged forward. Her flesh tore, finally yielding to his, and she cried out in pain. He gave her no time to recover, but pulled back and thrust into her body again.
“Not so hard,” she complained.
He couldn’t think, could only feel. His urgency building, he f**ked her harder. Harder. Faster. Oh God, harder. Take it, Kara. He scarcely comprehended that she was crying. He just needed to possess her. That’s all. He didn’t mean to cause her pain. She hit him in the shoulder with her fist.
“Jason, you’re hurting me. Stop doing it so hard.”
But her second blow only excited him more. “Hit me again, Kara. Hurt me.”
“What?”
“Hit me.” He looked down, finding her cheeks damp with tears. He pounded his c**k into her body. “Please, Kara, hurt me. I need… pain.”
By the look on her face, he knew he’d said something wrong, something weird, but he wanted her to hurt him, needed her to do it. This much pleasure couldn’t be right. He wasn’t used to pleasure. Pain he understood.
“You sick bastard, get off me.”
Her elbow hit him in his fractured ribs, and his body convulsed as he came unexpectedly. He stopped moving, his body pumping his seed into her, pooling at the tip of the condom. He reveled in the pain radiating through his side almost as much as the pleasure spasms gripping the base of his cock.
