A bite at the dick
"I'm... I'm so sorry," Marrissa pleaded, bowing her head.
Erickson smirked but remained silent, focusing on his meal.
Marrissa lifted her head.
"May I go, sir?" she asked politely.
"Did I hold you here?" he replied without looking away from his plate.
Feeling ashamed, Marrissa hurriedly made her way out. She was happy to have had the chance to speak with him, even if it was just for a brief moment. She placed her right hand over her heart, smiling.
"I love you so much, Eric. Nothing can stop me from loving you."
…
Honey Bell and her two friends, Julienne and Tifana, were having a great time at the bar, enjoying each other's company. They laughed and chatted, sipping on their drinks, and reveling in the joyful atmosphere.
"God, I want to get drunk!" Julienne exclaimed.
"I can't wait to start college," Honey Bell stated, grabbing a glass filled with tequila.
"I'm going to drink myself into a stupor tonight!" Tifana screeched.
"This feels like heaven. Oh my God."
"I really want to get drunk!" Julienne screamed.
"I'm so glad we could all hang out like this!" Honey Bell exclaimed with a smile.
"Yeah, it's the perfect way to celebrate our friendship," Julienne added, clinking her glass against theirs.
The music and lively ambiance of the bar enticed the trio. Feeling the beat pulsing through their veins, they couldn't resist the temptation to hit the dance floor.
"Let's show off our moves!" Tifana suggested, her eyes shining with excitement.
The three friends joined the crowd on the dance floor, losing themselves in the rhythm and energy of the music. They laughed, twirled, and danced the night away, enjoying the simple pleasures of friendship and celebration.
"Let's party!" Honey Bell shouted.
"Till Mama calls!" Tifana completed.
"Whoopee!!!" Julienne screamed.
"Dance and drink until you get tired!" Their voices filled the air.
As the night progressed, Honey Bell excused herself to use the restroom, leaving her friends behind.
"Guys, I need to use the restroom," she excused herself, but her friends didn't respond as she walked away.
After taking care of her needs, Honey Bell headed back towards her friends. However, she felt a presence behind her. She turned around swiftly and saw a guy walking towards her, his gaze filled with lust.
He licked his lips while staring at her. She looked stunning in her black off-shoulder mini dress, featuring a small slit on her left thigh that accentuated her curvy hips.
Honey Bell watched as the guy approached her and stood nearby, leaning his head on her shoulder.
"How much for a night?" he asked.
Honey Bell grinned and turned to face him. She crossed her arms over her chest, giving him a stern glare.
"Do I look like your type?" she retorted.
"Being stubborn, huh? Okay, I know what you want. I'll give you a million dollars for a night because you're damn hot," he muttered, licking his lips.
Honey Bell smiled immediately.
"Money first."
"Of course, I know what you want and how to get you. Send me your account number," he requested, making Honey Bell smile widely as she recited her account number to him.
"Sent," he showed her his phone while her own phone chimed in her hand. She checked it to find that she had received an alert, and her smile grew mischievous.
"Room 87," she remarked, and he nodded, still smiling.
"I'm off," he waved to his friends who were watching from afar.
"Have fun," they screamed at him. He smiled and took hold of Honey Bell's hand.
"Shall we?" he smiled charmingly.
"Yeah," she muttered.
"Let the real game begin," she thought to herself, smiling mischievously.
They approached Room 87 and entered.
He leaned in to kiss her, but she shifted away, making his lips land on her neck instead.
"What?" he frowned.
"Easy, baby. I want to give you a blow job first," she said, feeling disgusted by his lip kiss on her neck.
"Yeah, bitch, and I hope you're good at it," he asked huskily. He desperately wanted to bury himself inside her and fuck the hell out of her. He wanted to hear her scream his name.
"I'm a badass at it," she replied confidently.
"It would be fun biting your dick, arrogant jerk," she thought inwardly, smiling mischievously.
Jackson quickly removed his pants and inner shorts. She glanced at his well-endowed member and felt a mix of emotions. "I can't wait," she squealed inwardly.
She knelt down before him, his erect member pointing towards her face.
"I'm Jackson, what's your name?" he smiled.
"I don't think that's any of your business," Honey Bell answered coldly.
"Just get to work," he groaned, already feeling aroused.
"Should I pleasure you like a lollipop?" she asked slyly.
"Yes, please," Jackson ordered.
Her small, slender hands trembled as she raised them towards his groin.
When she finally held it, he groaned at the warmth of her touch. He closed his eyes, expecting her mouth on him, but she teasingly removed her hands, testing his patience.
She grasped his member again, and immediately he reacted, his mouth falling open with anticipation.
"Ah..."
She pressed the tip to his belly before starting to stroke him with her palms, moving her hands up and down his length.
"Yes! Yes! Ohhh!" he screamed out, and she gently massaged his balls, trying to bring him to the edge of ecstasy.
She rubbed the head and traced her finger around the sensitive area, intensifying his arousal before continuing with the fast strokes.
He was already shaking in her hands, and they had barely begun. How much could he endure?
She squeezed firmly, causing him to momentarily stop breathing, before releasing and giving him a playful spank.
She swallowed nervously and brought him to her mouth.
"God!" Jackson groaned in pleasure immediately, her oral skills driving him wild.
Honey Bell, always one to be impatient while enjoying a treat, started to lick him as she would a lollipop, causing intense sensations.
She playfully used her teeth, lightly grazing his member as though breaking a lollipop.
In Jackson's head, fireworks exploded, thunder rumbled, and electric shocks coursed through his body.
"FFFF*********CK!!!!!!"
"Ahhhhh!!!!"