Bouncy

by B. Sobjakken

“Erin’s Imperfect Guide to Seducing a Man’s Willy and the Useless Organ in His Chest. Is this a real book?”

“You could probably still see if you stand behind the desk. I tend to work harder when I know I have an audience.”

“What are you doing?” he asks. I look up at him in confusion. “Kissing it better?” “Acacia—I… It was—” He rubs his palm across his face, and I can see his throat bob as he swallows. He drops his hand and stares down at me, his gaze roaming over my face and then down to my thin t-shirt and leggings. “You’ve never done it before?” I shake my head slowly. “Fuck. I’m a bastard,” he growls in a deep timbre before reaching for the waistband of his sweats and shoving them down. I gasp when the monster concealed behind his sweats springs out. He grabs his thick shaft, stroking it once.

“Oh shit, Acacia—” My hand curls around his base as his tip drops from my lips and sprays me straight in my face. I jerk back as rope after rope of his hot ejaculation lands on my face. It lashes at my closed eyes, then drips down my cheeks and onto my mouth. I let go of Callum’s shrinking squirt gun. Wiping my eyes with the back of my hand, I try to blink them open. Callum is rushing out of his chair and grabbing a towel from the stacked boxes on the wall. “I’m so sorry,” he pleads, kneeling in front of me and cleaning off my face. “That’s never happened before.”

“Fuck, keep that pussy tootin’. Make room for my baby gravy, love.”

“I’m already hard again just at the thought of the smashed cherry bits smeared all over me. I’ll be patient before plowing your field, I don’t want to damage my favorite crop.”

“H-how do you know?” I ask, dropping my shaking hands into my lap. She smiles. “After sex glow, it’s a thing. And plus you’re struggling to sit right, which can only mean you forced that Pringle can up your hooha.”