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All of his girth, his thick veiny length stood before her eyes. Inches away. The head twitching like his heartbeat was slamming directly into it. The skin tight and red and shining to remind her of a woman's wet pussy, even though nothing could be further from the object of her supposed desire.

Jason could see the fight in her, the desperate attempt not to admit her longing to herself. That she might be able to win, but there was no controlling the urgent need he saw in her eyes. There was no seduction he had to perform. She would give into whatever move he made.

He kicked his lowered pants all the way off along with his underwear. His manhood was fully engorged. He felt the heat of Kate's sex like a beam of light, warming him, guiding him to where everything was that sweetly comforting to the agony of his hardness.

He pulled her a little off the mattress, closer to him. A tremor went through Kate. Her breaths were almost sobs. He held her to him, fondling her breasts now that they were his to touch. She took his caresses as another front in her war with herself, shaking as he felt her up, but not protesting. Not giving away that she was enjoying herself more than the little she had to admit to.

Then he caressed her thigh. Not roughly or disrespectfully, but with appreciation for what a beautiful woman he was touching.

“You son of a bitch,” she muttered. “Son of a bitch!”

She squeezed her legs together so that his roving hand couldn't get any closer to her pussy.

“Okay,” Jason chuckled. “Keep your legs together. We'll just lay here. I'm comfortable. How are you?”

Kate didn't say anything, but when he gave her leg a little push, she let it spread away from its twin. He took full advantage of her willingness. With no time to get used to the idea, she felt his fingers going through her pubic thatch and into her sex. Kate was aware of herself trying not to feel anything, yet she was even more aware of every whorl of his fingerprints, every little sharpness in his nails. Everything that made it Jason who was touching her and not anyone else.

Then he moved in with his mouth. And there was no convincing herself she was numb. His hard lips found her clit and sucked. Kate stiffened. All the sensations inside her were unwelcome, but could anything that felt so good ever be truly unwanted?

His mouth left her clit humming. His tongue slid inside her womanhood. She felt it curl inside her and she jumped, instinctively trying to get away from so much intensity. But she quickly became used to it. He gave her only enough to make her float upward, gently, even nicely. Slow, rhythmic, insistent lapping. Kate tensed the muscles of her inner thighs. She didn't want the pleasure to go away, she just wanted it to be less … good.

But trying to deny her enjoyment only added to it. With her thighs taut, she was stricken with the feeling when he went back to her clit and licked its new hardness.

“I hate you!” Kate hissed.

Jason smiled. Then he just blew on her tensed clit.

No matter how much she tried to summon up the revulsion she remembered… it seemed so far away now… her belly undulated with the long flicks of his tongue. Then his lips pulled greedily at the lip of her tightly clenched sex. Kate felt her wetness slipping down her thighs, but it wasn't until she found her hips grinding closer to his smiling face that she knew all of her body had betrayed her.

She allowed herself to do as it willed, so long as she kept feeling this way. His open mouth was on all of her slot. He sucked everything. The sensations shot through her pussy and deep into her flesh. His mouth pressed hard to the opening, tongue far past her gates and tantalizing the deepest part of her.

Then there was no stopping. Kate was at the point of no return, about to come. She fought against it, but she'd already given herself over to what she was feeling. When she screamed, it was both in furious denial and abject enjoyment.

Then her cunt was clenching, locked into the height of pleasure, and her hands clutched the back of Jason's head to pull his tongue deeper inside her. A voice she couldn't hold back cried “Yes, oh God, I'm coming, yes, yes!”

Jason came up and straddled her chest. She knew him by the massive erection thrust in her face. “Thank me,” he ordered her, and Kate had nothing left to fight with. Her addicted body wouldn't let her do anything except what would bring her more pleasures, more of Jason.

She stroked Jason's engorged manhood with both hands, felt his hips pitch forward. She wanted him in her pussy, her ass, anywhere she could give him joy and convince him to fuck her more.

“I'm gonna come,” Jason told her smugly, knowing she was too far gone to stop. She wanted his cum more than she'd wanted to come herself.

Kate felt lightheaded when his thick, pungent cum filled her hands and spilled out onto the hills of her breasts and the hollow of her throat. She clutched the spurting shaft, felt every rope of cum swell out the thickness of it. His jizz coated her fingers and simmered on her skin. She massaged his length with a slimy hand. Her mind spun with the memory of how he had ejaculated and she knew the feeling of it wouldn't soon leave her.

“See? That wasn't so bad, was it? I got mine and you got yours.” Jason gave her cunt a friendly little pat. She wanted to slap his hand away, but what was the point when so much had already happened? 

And she didn't want to move. Not and disturb the feeling of satiation that thrummed in her pussy.

“You're insane if you think I'll let you do that again, much less whenever you want.”

“Yeah, you tell yourself that,” Jason retorted. “Right up until I decide I want another ride.”

He threw open the window. The rainstorm had slacked off to the simple presence of condensation in the air. Kate pulled her blanket over herself, as if she needed a shield from the elements.

The move brought her fully out of her trance, back into the world where Jason acted like he could have her whenever he wanted… because so far, he could.

“What's the matter? No stamina?” she cooed, sweetly sarcastic as he climbed out onto the windowsill. “Some stud you are. Maggie can go three times in one afternoon.“

Jason turned around to take in, once more, all the cum strewn over her body. “Yeah, but with me you know you've been fucked.”

“Tell yourself that,” she shrugged, making her breasts jiggle and a little of his cum slosh off them. “But if that's all you're going to do to me, yeah, sure, fuck me whenever you want.”

“Glad you're seeing reason,” Jason said, playing it off like he'd won, but his voice sounded stung.

“Funny to think that because we're fucking whenever you want, we're done. If it was whenever I wanted…” Kate wagged her eyebrows suggestively.

“You're begging for it? Like I told you you would be?”

“Is begging what I have to do to get it?” Kate snorted. Sensing a sore spot in Jason, she pressed hard for a chance to enjoy his discomfort for a change. His cock was flaccid, but still impressive; she wouldn't let him know that. “I thought all I'd have to do is bend over and you'd be all over me.”

“Oh, are you bending over?” Jason asked, responding to her aggression in kind. “You want me hard, you should give me a reason to be.”

Kate lifted her breasts in either hand. “You need a better reason than these? Are we sure I'm the gay one?”

“Heh. With tits like those, you might be a man. Why don't you show me a little pussy and we see how I feel about it?”

Kate tossed aside the bedsheets and bared her sex to him, then crossed her arms. “Well? Any more excuses?”

His eyes scoured over her. She felt his lust dirtying her body, but his cock was still soft. Jason looked down significantly at his limpness. “I guess I have to hand it to you. You really know how to jerk a guy off.”

Kate frowned, feeling like she was somehow on the defensive again. How could that be when Jason was the one who couldn't get hard?