The Devil's Good Girl
Chapter 116: Ice Cream

Chapter 116: Ice Cream

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD. RESTRICTED FOR AGES 17 YEARS AND BELOW.]

"The power is yours tonight, milady. Please be gentle with my heart."

Fil pressed her lips into a thin line, remembering Jackson was always the one on top. She rested her hands on his bare shoulder, lowering her head until her face was palm length away.

"If the power is mine, then don’t move," she whispered, her fingertips crawling its way up to his neck and jaw. "Don’t even dare touch me."

Jackson intuitively peeled his hands from her hips, leaving them on either side of him. "Oh, this is exciting —" The rest of his words rolled back into his throat when she suddenly smashed her lips against his. His brows crumpled, lifting his head a little to deepen the kiss.

His hands, which were still on the side, clasped the air. Where would these hands go?

There were many areas of her body where his hands could go at this point. It would have been nice to settle them on her buttocks, but alas, he wanted to keep his word. Hence, he let her do what she wanted.

Since Jackson wasn’t wearing his top anymore, Fil kept his mouth busy while her hands unbuckled his belt. However, she did nothing else after leaving her belt and zipper open. Instead, she pulled her lips from his mouth and traced kisses on his sharp jaw, down to his neck.

"Still can’t touch you?" he breathed out, stretching his neck to give her better access. "I promise I’ll behave, sweetheart."

This time, Fil drew her head back and gazed down at him. "No."

"But why?"

"Just because?" she shrugged and then smiled sweetly. "You said I’m the one in control. I wanted to control you."

His lips fell open at that contradicting smile and her irrational reasoning. But he liked it. He liked it when she wanted to be in control and not just afraid of disappointing anyone. Surely, Fil was always different whenever they were halfway undressed. She was like a totally different person. Or was it because she had grown used to standing bare in front of him she didn’t need more pretenses?

"You’re distracted," she whispered, trailing kisses on his toned chest. "Thinking about someone?"

Jackson gazed down at her. "No. I’m thinking about where your mouth is headed."

"Where do you think?" Fil looked up at him playfully, putting her foot down on the floor as she slowly bent down. "I’m not going on the family trip, anyway. So, even if I strain my cut, it won’t matter."

"I don’t want to strain it."

"Yet, you’re not stopping me."

"I do not have the power right now." He wiggled his brows. "All I can do is beg. Please don’t do this."

Fil giggled, placing a hand on his groin. He was hard, very hard. "Did you say please?"

"Yes..." his sharp eyes veered to the hand on his groin, jaw tightening. "Not to brag, but my little soldier isn’t as little as I call it."

"I know."

Jackson paused, lifting his darkening eyes on her. "How does Filomena Lovin-Sisson sound like?"

"Don’t know. What do you think?" she humored, pulling down the boxers underneath his pants.

"What I think is walking for you tomorrow will be a tough task."

Fil didn’t listen to him anymore, gulping a mouthful once his mast stood erect in front of her. She had seen this before; she had seen it many times, even held it at one point. However, even now, she couldn’t believe this thing was able to go inside her. It made her more amazed at the human body. Fil slowly wrapped her fingers around it, hearing his breathing go slower and heavy.

Looking up at him, she moved her face closer.

’I think this is how it started,’ she thought, recalling the sinful video she watched moments ago. She stuck her tongue out a little, licking the tip of his manhood to taste it. When she tasted nothing odd or anything at all, she licked it more.

"Shit," he breathed out, and without thinking, reached out for her face.

She stopped and looked up at him.

"Still can’t touch you?" he breathed out. "That’s unfair."

"Just that is fine," she smiled mischievously, licking his erection while keeping her eyes on him. ’He liked it... very much, huh?’

His face already turned red, his breathing heavy, and his eyes screamed danger. She could tell how aroused he was. No wonder he liked going down on her. It wasn’t about the taste, but rather the expression. Seeing the other person’s expression was akin to fuel to go on as it, strangely somehow, gave his manhood a taste of sweetness.

It was like an ice cream: sweet, hard, and a little cold.

And she liked ice creams.

Fil licked his erection like ice cream, licking him from the bottom part of his manhood all the way to the tip. Upon hearing his lustful grunt, she sucked it.

"Ah..." Jackson cocked his head back, lips parted, his leg twitching. He looked down at her, resting a hand on top of her head. Seeing that she was brushing some stray hairs from her face, his fingers combed through her hair and held it on the back.

"Fil," he whispered, making her look up at him while keeping his mast in her mouth. A short laugh escaped him. "You’re nasty."

Her eyes just squinted, but he felt her teeth slightly press around him.

"Fine, fine. I’m nasty for saying you’re nasty," he surrendered, understanding the threat she gave him. "Let me check first."

He tilted his head to the side, checking out the cut of her lips. Seeing that it wasn’t bleeding and that she was fine, he rocked his head. Snapping his eyes back to her, he slowly guided her head down.

"Damn..." he hissed as she suddenly pressed her tongue underneath his erection against the top of her mouth. She gagged a little but still continued.

As she continued what he had been fantasizing about, he glanced down at her chest. Her pajamas hadn’t given him anything to lust on, but what was within those compelled him to let a hand touch her breast. His other hand kept her hair still while the other slipped it inside her collar.

Jackson expected her to stop after just a few minutes. Once she felt uncomfortable or once her mouth numbed a little. But alas, it seemed eating ice cream trained her really well. Fil continued to suck, lick, and even kiss his erection until he was at the last straw of his first orgasm.

"Shit," he blurted out through gritted teeth, clasping her hair as a means to stop her. However, instead of stopping, she hastened her pace. "Sweetheart, I’m — wait —!"

Before he could finish his sentence, his manhood throbbed, shooting hot semen straight into her mouth. Jackson hunched in, keeping her head still while the last tear of semen dropped from his tip.

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