I honor my promise

I get off the bed. “Jenna, no. I know you don’t care right this moment, but you will. We talked about this. You asked me to make sure you didn’t risk your relationship with Paul”—she hadn’t mentioned his name before now, but I think I’d better use it for effect—“and it’s my responsibility to honor that. More, you paid me, so I’m obligated to do so, and I could be in real trouble if I don’t.

“Besides, sexy lady, I want you to be happy tomorrow so that you’ll call me again—and again and again and again, I hope. After a taste of that pussy, do you think I want you to be mad at me later? I want as many chances to feast on you as I can get.”

I suppose it’s an odd approach, but it’s the one that gets through. She settles back on the bed with a smile and says, “Flattery will get you anywhere you want to go, stud. I guess I’m lucky you’re using it to stay out of my pants. If you wanted to talk your way into my pants, given everything else you can do with that tongue, I’d be helpless to resist you.”

“Thank you,” I say, then walk over and give her a long, lingering kiss. “I wish I didn’t have to tell you ‘no’; I want your pussy as much as you wanted my cock, and I meant it when I said I’ll be envying Paul.”

Jenna actually blushes at that, then says softly, “Thank you. For everything.” She flashes me a grin and adds, “I want you to know, I’m going to be bragging about you every chance I get. By the time I’m done, you may have to drop out of school and eat pussy full-time!”