Masturbation Monday: Suck

Originally, I had an idea from my hot conversation with Dr. J. about this week’s Masturbation Monday story. However, I’ve put it on hold for now. I’ll be revisiting it a little later when I can truly give it the attention it deserves. After seeing the inspirational image Kayla Lords picked… I had to give it justice with a hot, kinky short.

“Baby, there’s no time. I’m due in the ring in ten minutes.” Jace pushed my hands gently off his rock hard body. It was true, he was due in the ring shortly. I hated these underground fights, but it helped pay the bills, and he was fucking hard to take down. My man, MMA all the way.

People thought I was nuts to date him when they looked from me to him, but he treated me like a queen. Jace was tall, muscled, and tattooed. He looked like someone who’d enjoy breaking my heart and soul into little tiny bits of dust. We were opposites in quite a few ways, but the things that mattered fit perfectly together.

“I can get you off in seven if you let me.” I batted my eyelashes up at him, coy smile planted on my perfect pink lips. The women that came to these events were like Jace. Muscled and tattooed. I looked like a soccer mom compared to a lot of them. It took time, and a little pain, but I’d earned their respect.

Jace stared at me with his determined gaze, and it sent a thrill up my spine and down into my core. I let my hands go and pushed me to my knees. “You’ve got six.”

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Press harder, baby.”

“Yes Sir.” His length popped out of his shorts when I pulled them down and I left a streak of perfect pink lipstick to coat every inch as I worked my mouth up and down. Once I’d warmed myself up, I swallowed him down and worked my throat, humming a jaunty tune.

His fingers dug into my scalp, getting a good grip on my hair. Jace’s hips moved with me. The happy groans and mumbled comments made me work even harder.

As I slid my hands back around his ass, I teased his crack. The twitch in his thigh muscles told me I was on the right path. Switching around, I slid my hands up in between his thighs to grip his balls. Squeezing and rolling them around in one hand as I prodded between his cheeks again.

“Oh fuck, that’s it. Press harder, baby.”

Following instructions like a good baby girl, I pressed harder, squeezed his balls harder. The next thing I knew, my face was smushed against him as warm, thick salty goodness streaked down my throat. Jace panted above me, covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Once he caught his breath, Jace released me. I put his shorts back in place. As I stood, I licked his nipples then kissed him hard on the mouth. “I’ll cheer for you, Sir.”

I left the locker room to let him finish getting ready for his match, fixing my hair as best I could on my way to the front row seating area.

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