My Best Friend’s Baby Cousin Ch9 [Road Head] [Tit Job] [Public] [Spanking] [Mdom] [Fsub]

I hop in the car as fast as I can. My core is already on fire from watching Jack walk around shirtless and wet.

I pull out his dick as he puts the car in drive. His need for me throbs through his cock, hammering against my palms.

I lick up and down his shaft, then around his head to tease the fuck out of him.

His grip tightens on the wheel and he laughs. “The more you tease, the worse it’s going to be for you.”

*Is that right?*

I kiss his head, then travel down his urethra with my lips pressing against him. One hand strokes his head while the other massages his balls.

He presses my face into those nuts when I get to his base. “You’re playing with fire, woman.”

I suck one of his orbs, swirl my tongue around it and then come back up his shaft.

I open my mouth over his head, but lean back. “My jaw hurts.” I pout. It’s not an outright lie. His dick has been stretching my jaw to new limits, but I can take him if I want. As much as I want that dick, I want to tease him more.

Reaching behind my neck, I pull the strings to my top and let the girls free. When I lean forward, wrapping him up in my tits, his low growl sends a shiver down my spine.

“You like Momma’s big, fuckable tits?”

He nods and shoves my head down on his exposed cock. “Get used to your jaw hurting.”

The urge to throat his cock slams into me as hard as his cock does. My tits slide up and down him, growing slick with my saliva. With each tug of my lips, my desire to tease returns, but God, I love sucking this cock.

Several minutes later, I pull back and really work my tits over his perfect fuck rod. My pussy throbs, crying its need to be filled with him. I gaze up at him, giving him my best fuck me eyes.

He grimaces and puts a hand on my chest to stop me. “I can’t. I can’t anymore. I’m going to get in a fucking crash.”

“Is Momma’s tit job too good for you, baby? Tell me I’m good.”

He grins at me, his eyes full of lust and hunger. “You’re bad is what you are, teasing me like this. I’m gonna have to punish you.”

He turns into my neighborhood and the anticipation rockets through me. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to blindfold you.”

A tingle spreads over my body in anticipation of what he might do while I’m blinded. Caress me? Tie me up? Make sweet love? Roughly use me?

When he parks in my drive port, I snatch the keys and run to the door.

He gets out, walking like the fucking terminator, an unstoppable machine.

A squeal escapes my throat as fear and excitement twist around my lungs. I unlock the door and rush inside, but Jack’s hand grips my hair in a fist, pulling me back.

He yanks me off my feet and I stumble back into him. “You’ll need to be faster than that.”

“Oh, Jack. Please don’t punish me. I’ll be good from now on, I promise.” *Never.* If he lets me go, I’ll bolt for the bedroom and lock it, so he’ll have to break it down. *Own me, baby. Fuck me through the fucking wall!*

He chuckles. “I know a bad girl when I see one.” He grips my crotch, deftly passing my shorts and swimsuit bottoms to sink two thick fingers into me.

I moan and lean on him more since my legs turn to jelly.

He lifts me off my feet with just my hair and my pussy.

Pain lances through me but it’s burned out by the explosion of extasy from my core. *Fuck! I love how rough he is.*

“No, baby, I promise. Momma’s good.” I reach into his trunks and stroke his cock with one hand while the other holds onto his wrist at my head. “Momma’s *very* good.”

He carries me to the bedroom and sits me down on the bed. His grip of my hair stays, while his fingers slide out of my cunt. He pulls my head back, curving my spine, and kisses me with soft, gentle lips. A kiss that blows all my fears away. A kiss that stokes the fires of my core and my heart equally. A kiss that says, ‘I love you.’ “That’s the last bit of mercy you’re going to get from me.”

My lips cry out for more of his touch, but that kiss, with all its wonder and glory tamed me. *I will be good. I will obey.* “Thank you, Jack.”

He walks to my closet and pulls the sash of my silk, black robe. He crawls on the bed behind me and ties the sash around my face, blocking my vision. “You’ll never know what’s next.”

His hand grips my throat, yanking me back to him, before slamming me on the bed. His shorts scrape his legs before they plop onto the floor. The bed dips when he climbs back on. His sweet, heavy musk flows up my nose, coaxing my brain into creating endorphins.

Two heavy orbs press on my lips. The sack stretches over my mouth and nose as the balls slide to both sides. I open my mouth and lick his salty skin, but his hand grips my hair.

“No!” He jerks my head into the pillows. “You will do nothing unless I tell you. You’re a passenger now, allowed to experience only what I give you.” He taps my forehead. “Don’t even have a thought. Not about what to do, what to say. I’ll do all the thinking.”

His balls slide across my face and without my sight, and without my mind popping up thoughts of what I want to do or how much I want Jack to do, I take in every bump and hair on his skin. When his balls press my cheeks to the point my gums touch my teeth and the hot, musky cum tanks bounce over every dip and bevel.

“Good girl. Stretch your arms and legs out to each post and pretend you’re tied.”

I do as he says. The soft cotton sheets ruffle as I slide my limbs into place, imagining them tied tight with ropes or straps.

“I want you to repeat in your mind; I’m a bad girl and I deserve worse.”

The phrase repeats on an endless loop while Jack grinds on my face. He sticks his thumb in my mouth and opens to let his balls drop in. They’re nearly too large to both fit, but he pushes them in, stretching my cheeks and jaw.

When he pulls them out, he slaps them back down on my face, covering me with my own drool.

His cock slides over my face, each bump and ridge presses into my skin. His pulse breathes fire into my pores. The thick trail of precum starting at my forehead, passing over my nose and lips sinks into my skin.

He reaches my lips and says, “Open, and describe it to me.”

My lips part and my tongue slides along the underside of his tip, lapping up a generous amount of precum. “It’s sweet. It tastes like you smell, but the orange is stronger. The flavor bursts over my tongue like when eating a real orange. It’s thick too. It makes me want more.”

He holds his cock on my chin and lips, allowing me to suck on it for several minutes. “Abigale, you were a naughty little slut today. Say it.”

He’s right, I was. “I was a naughty little slut today.”

“For getting me so worked up in a place I couldn’t do anything about it, you need to be punished.” He smacks my face with his meaty cock.

I gasp, not expecting the hit. The hefty *thwap* coaxes my tongue out more, giving him a target.

“It pains me, Abigale. I could be fucking you right now, but I have to teach you your place instead.”

The bed dips and rises as he moves off.

He takes my hand and pulls me off. “Stand and strip.” The bed creaks as he sits. His breath plays along my hips, and I strip as fast as I can. He grabs my waist and pulls me over his muscled thighs.

My heavy tits dangle in air and my hands grip his thigh while I lift my ass for him.

“Every spanking I give you, you’re to say, ‘Thank you, Jack. I deserve worse.’” His hand slaps my ass, jiggling the plump cheeks.

“Thank you, Jack. I deserve worse.”

His hand lashes out again, this time much firmer. A *crack* rings out through the room.

My ass stings and I wince. “Thank you, Jack. I deserve worse.” His smack lifts me off my feet and I dance back and forth on my toes from the pain. “Thank you, Jack. I deserve worse.”

The next smack knocks my legs out from under me and I yelp. “Thank you! *Ugh.* I deserve worse.”

Another smack on my sore ass forces a scream from my throat. “Fuck! Thank you, Jack. I—” I want to rub my sore ass. “I deserve worse.” I brace for the next hit.

His hand lays over my pained ass, soothing the hurt. “No, you don’t. Are you ever going to tease me like that again?”

I nod. “Yes.”

He leans down and kisses my ass. “Good.” He stands and bends me over the bed. He kneels behind me and rubs my cheeks with both hands.

The smooth passes roll my eyes while his firm squeezes force me to wince.

Lips press over my hot, tingling skin. The sting lasts for a moment, but it fades into the bliss. His tongue slides along my cheeks and then my thigh. He enters my wet folds and takes enough of my juices that he swallows.

“*Aaw*, God. You taste so fucking good.”

His deep voice rumbles through my pussy and into my core.

“Jack, baby. I’m hotter than the sun right now.” I arch my back and push back into his face. “Please, fuck me. Fuck Momma. Fuck Momma’s needy cunt.”

He keeps making out with my cunt, massaging the pain from my ass.

“*Oooh*, Jack, baby. I love you. I love you so much. Fuck. Please fuck me.”

I get no response other than more tongue.

My pussy pulses with need. I reach back and grip his hair. “Jack, I’ll do anything for your cock! Please!”

He stands and rubs that delicious cockhead against my swollen pussy. “Like what? You’re already going to carry my children. You already swallow my cock at every turn. You suck my balls, you lick my sweat.” His hands grip my tender ass, and a thick thumb sinks into my asshole. “What else?”

My body quakes. “Yes. Take my ass. I’ve never let another man in.”

Jack slides into my dripping pussy, forcing a deep moan from my throat. “We’ll need to get this tight hole warmed up beforehand. I don’t want to tear your ass apart.”

He fucks my brains out while thumbing my ass. Having both holes filled along with the sensation of them pressing against each other with my thin walls between them, sends me over the edge almost immediately. His other hand pulls my chin back so my back is arched and I’m looking up at him.

His eyes drill into mine and I’m consumed by them. His thumb slides into my mouth and I suck on him, unable to break away from his gaze. The honey swirls with compassion, hunger, drive, lust, but most of all, desire. Jack wants me, maybe as much as I want him. *Does his body burn with need as hot as mine? Is his heart so full it’s going to rupture before mine? Would he do anything to have my pussy, the way I’m willing to do anything for his cock?*

I let the thoughts slip away, delving into the pleasure of his magic touch.

It has to be magic, right? Everything he touches feels good, as if he’s turning it to gold for the moment. My body, my heart, my life. *As long as part of him touches me, I’m solid gold.*

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I text Charlie about bringing Jack to the next game and he has us come early to meet Jack and talk about his character.

Jack explains that his D&D campaign was in different world where the rules were a little different. He drafts up his character sheet as best he can remember off the top of his head, and Charlie goes over it with him to bring the character in line with our world.

“And what are you?” Jack glances at me before returning to his character sheet.

“I’m a Tiefling warlock.”

He laughs. “Of course, you are.”

I smile and kiss his cheek. “Hey, Charlie. Do you think you could make it a little sexy tonight?”

Charlie runs a hand through his thinning, blond hair. “Um, well, sure. I’ mean, the party is in a little bit of a lull. They just finished fighting a possessed hamlet. I have an idea for their adventure, and you could actually help. See, you could be a guard from a noble house.”

He goes over the plan of using Jack’s entrance to lead us into our next adventure.

When the rest of the group arrives, I introduce Jack to my D&D friends. I always wish Becca and Vic were part of the group, but they’ve never been into role playing.

The group consists of two more girls, Stacy and Ren, and four more guys, Alex, Josh, Ty, and Sam. We all chat till Lacy gets home so we can start the game. With drinks, snacks and all the dice in the world, we’re ready to play.

“There’s a knock at your hotel door, Nianni.” Charlie’s light blue eyes regard me then over at Ren. “Shasta is still asleep, roll a perception check.”

Ren tucks her straight red hair over an ear before picking up her die. She rolls a three.

“Not enough.” Charlie shrugs. “Shasta rolls in bed, the big half-orc grunting at the noise but nothing more.”

“Who’s there?” I ask, knowing it’s Jack’s character, but feeling the rush all the same.

“Sir. Weston Grey.” Jack says. “I’m the head of Lord Herald Cantrell’s guard. I’m looking for a group known as Blades of Smoke.”

Charlie nods to me. “Role a history check.”

I take my black die with red numbers and role. “Seventeen.”

“Yeah, you’ve heard of the Cantrells before.” Charlie’s eyes flick from one person to the other. “They’re a powerful family in Waterdeep.”

Charlie always keeps Waterdeep as his gatekeeper city. None of his campaigns truly start till he sends us there. A rush of excitement plays through the group.

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