A Genie's Love (The Djinn Series) by Lyn Brittan Page A

out in slow motion. Even that was hard to do, given the fall and assuredly high rises of his chest.
    Oh no!
    He flopped back on the ground, running through a carousel of excuses. Just as he thought he’d stumbled upon the right one, Cassia threw him another turn.
    She didn’t sit on him.
    She didn’t straddle him.
    She, in fact, got on all fours between his legs, grabbed his wood and slid her tongue up his shaft from the base to the tip. “That’s...really...sensitive.”
    “That’s the point, stupid boy.”
    He couldn’t see her face. That would require prying his cinched tight eyelids apart.
    “Look at me.”
    Fuck him, he did.
    She didn’t break eye contact when her tongue danced around its opening, nor when she pursed her lips and blew across the edge of it. She rose another few inches, then took him inside her mouth.
    He wanted to pump.
    He wanted to scream.
    He wanted to flip her over and drop every bit of what he had inside of her.
    Yet, he had no control. All he could do was grip the grass in his palms, grit his teeth and enjoy the slick warmth of her mouth.
    Her hands worked as much as her tongue, cupping, massaging his balls as she damned near vacuumed his dick.
    He tried naming stars.
    Naming presidents.
    Naming shahs and kings and emperors of the past. Nothing helped. His hold on reality started to slip and he worried that his cum might erupt before she pulled away.
    Then he imagined it.
    His cum.
    Her mouth.
    Her throat.
    Painted by him. 
    It was too much. “Cassia!”
    He pumped into her, letting lose the delicious tension. She gagged, but didn’t pull away, not until he was finished. Then she shimmied up his body. When his eyes fluttered open, she looked down, smiling above him...
    With a milky trail running down the side of her mouth.
    If he ever caught his breath again, he’d tell her. For now, he was content to just look at it.
    Unfortunately...fortunately...both...the view didn’t last long. Cassia wiped it away with the back of her hand. “For future reference, I get to decide if we don’t work out. Not you. Understood?”
    He mumbled out something that she must have found acceptable. Cassia kissed his cheek, turned and poured herself a glass of wine. Half of it made it to her mouth. The rest cascaded down her breasts.
    The small part of him still capable of rational thought wondered where the energy came from. The rest didn’t care. He shot up, grabbed her and set to the task of lapping up the wine.
    She damn near purred as he worked, then switched to moaning when he sucked a nipple through the fabric. A light bite led to a few grunted words.
    A harder bite caused a few screamed words.
    A pinch dropped her back down to grunts.
    A pull and a twist led to a litany of impressively filthy words. He’d grown hard again, but having just cum, maybe...maybe he could make it.
    Assuming, of course, he still knew how to use it after all these years. He sure as hell was willing to find out. Flipping her over didn’t work. Cassia, perfect, marvelous Cassia, wasn’t having it. “Sorry. I thought—”
    “You can have your turn next time. This is all about me.”
    This was being pushed on his back yet again. This was being saddled and ridden like a rented stallion. This was about Cassia, on her terms, taking what she wanted. The walls of her pussy closed in around his rod, tight and burning, but she chose the tempo. Slow. Steady. He could almost time her pulses, but gave up, settling in for the ride.
    She’d done this. Without knowing what he needed, she’d worshipped him with her mouth, giving him the strength to pleasure her like this. Along with love, his hamdullah brought the one other thing he’d not had in an age. Confidence.
    “Stop it.”
    “What?”
    “Thinking. I’m here. You’re inside me. What could you possibly be thinking about?”
    “You.” It was the last sensible thing either of them said for a very long time. He flipped her over, grabbed her by the ass and rammed his way