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Permission Is the New Foreplay: Why Asking Turns Me On

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Ryker’s sultry voice dripped with seduction as she hovered over Jack’s rock hard body. “Can I taste you, baby?” she purred, her hot breath teasing his throbbing cock.

Jack moaned, hips bucking towards her. “Fuck yes, please Ryker. I need your mouth on me.”

She smirked, running a teasing finger along his thick shaft. “Mmm, I love how desperate you sound. How much you want it.” Ryker’s voice was pure sex, promising all sorts of naughty delights. “But I need to hear you say it. Ask me nicely to suck your big, hard cock.”

“Ryker…” Jack groaned, head falling back. “You drive me wild, teasing me like this. I’m yours, only yours. Please, I’m begging you – wrap those pretty lips around me and make me cum.”

“That’s my good boy,” she purred approvingly. Slowly, torturously, Ryker licked up his length, swirling her tongue around the swollen head. “You taste so good, Jack. I could get addicted to you.”

Jack gasped, fingers tangling in her hair. “God, your mouth feels incredible. Don’t stop, I’m so close already…”

Ryker hummed around him, sucking harder. She bobbed up and down, taking him deep. Her free hand cupped and massaged his heavy balls.

“Can I take you in my pussy now?” Ryker mumbled, not waiting for an answer. She slid up his body, rubbing her soaked folds along his aching cock. “I’m dripping for you, Jack. I need you so deep I can’t walk straight.”

“Yes, fuck yes Ryker! Take my cock, I’m yours,” Jack growled, gripping her hips. With one smooth thrust, he hilted himself inside her tight heat.

They both cried out at the sensation. Ryker rode him hard, last thread of control snapping. The wet slap of flesh on flesh filled the room as Jack pounded up into her, grunting with the force of his thrusts.

“Oh God, Jack! You’re so deep,” Ryker keened, fingernails raking down his chest. “Can I cum on your cock, baby? Wanna milk you dry.”

“Yesss,” Jack hissed through clenched teeth. “Cum for me Ryker. Soak my dick. I’m gonna fill this tight little pussy up.”

Ryker threw her head back with a silent scream as her orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy clamped down on Jack, rippling and squeezing his throbbing length.

“Fuck, I’m cumming!” Jack roared, slamming deep one last time. He pulsed and throbbed, spilling himself inside her fluttering walls.

They collapsed together, panting and covered in a sheen of sweat. Ryker smiled lazily as she felt Jack’s release start to drip out of her.

“Can I keep your cum in me?” she asked with a wink. “I want to feel you leaking out all day.”

Jack groaned, cock giving an interested twitch inside her. “God Ryker, you’re going to be the death of me. Ask me anything and it’s yours.”

She laughed huskily and kissed him, savoring their mingled tastes. Jack definitely wasn’t the last man she planned to turn into her eager little puppet. After all, it was all about Ryker’s permission…and she was just getting started.

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