Jasmine took a long breath after swallowing all of Allen's warm fluid, her lips still wet and red from her earlier efforts. She pulled back a little, sitting on her heels while looking at Allen with a mixed gaze—between satisfaction and worry.
"What do you think, was my way right? This is my first time trying to do this," she asked softly, yeah, this was because her old-boyfriend's dick was wrinkled and shriveled, of course very different compared to Allen's cock.
And yeah, sometimes that also made her a bit hesitant to give a blowjob to Tom.
Allen chuckled softly, his breath still ragged. He reached for Jasmine's head and stroked it gently, slightly smoothing her hair back.
"Yep, you did it really well," said Allen while savoring the warmth of Jasmine's mouth and throat.
"Ohh, do you want to try another position?" said Allen.
This of course made Jasmine look at Allen and release his cock with a plop.
"What kind of position?" replied Jasmine.
Then Allen leaned in close, whispering in Jasmine's ear, "we could try the 69 position, you know I also want to at least make you satisfied too, yeah, that is if you want, what do you say?"
Hearing that, Jasmine naturally nodded—and without hesitation, she began taking off her clothes. The sight immediately drew Allen's gaze to her, his eyes lingering as her beautiful figure was revealed before him.
"Fufufu… Allen, do you like what you see now?" she teased softly, a playful smile on her lips as she followed him toward the small bed in the room.
"Yeah… something like that," Allen replied, not even trying to look away, his eyes still fixed on her stunning form.
"Oh yeah, can I be on top?" said Jasmine.
"Sure," replied Allen who didn't mind this at all.
And soon they resumed their earlier activity.
Jasmine climbed onto Allen's body carefully, her legs straddling on both sides of his head, positioning her already wet pussy right above Allen's face. She felt the man's warm breath touching her sensitive folds, making her shiver.
Below her, Allen's cock, which she had just sucked, now stood erect again, its tip glistening from her own saliva. Jasmine leaned down, her mouth approaching the thick shaft, her tongue first touching the cockhead gently, licking off the remnants of fluid that clung to it.
The taste lingered on her tongue, a subtle sweetness that surprised her, drawing her in deeper as she explored the smooth skin and throbbing veins with slow, deliberate laps.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
Allen wasn't about to be outdone. His hands grabbed Jasmine's hips, pulling her closer until her pussy pressed against his lips. He opened his mouth wide, his tongue immediately slipping into the wet slit, licking her clit with slow but firm circular motions. The flavor of her arousal flooded his senses—musky and sweet, intoxicating him as he delved deeper, tracing every fold and crease with eager precision.
"Mmm... it tastes so fucking good," he murmured between licks, his voice muffled by the soft flesh of Jasmine's pussy, vibrating against her most sensitive spots and sending jolts of pleasure through her body.
Jasmine moaned softly, her hips rocking involuntarily as Allen's tongue danced over her pussy.
"Ah... Allen... that..." Her words cut off as she opened her mouth wide and engulfed the head of Allen's cock, sucking it hard. The fullness in her mouth made her cheeks hollow, and she savored the heat radiating from it, the way it pulsed against her tongue like a living thing demanding attention.
Slurp... slurp...
She began to move, her head bobbing up and down, her mouth wrapping tightly around the thick shaft, her tongue swirling along the prominent veins. Each time she descended deeper, her throat felt the pressure, but this time she was more confident, no longer gagging like before.
The rhythm built steadily, her saliva coating every inch, making the slides smoother and more intense.
Jasmine also seemed to start enjoying licking Allen's cock because his pre-cum tasted a bit sweet like vanilla strawberry, and of course, this made Jasmine a little addicted to Allen's cock. The unexpected flavor teased her senses, contrasting with the salty tang she remembered from past experiences, urging her to suck harder, to draw out more of that delicious essence.
"Why do you taste like vanilla strawberry?" said Jasmine, a bit confused because surely that's not normal.
"Well, just think of me as being made differently," replied Allen with a slight laugh, his amusement evident even as he focused on pleasuring her.
Allen responded more aggressively. He sucked on Jasmine's clit, his teeth grazing the tip lightly before his tongue flicked rapidly again. His fingers joined in, one slipping into her slick pussy hole, stirring the inner walls while pressing on the sensitive spot above. Her juices started dripping onto his face, but he didn't care—instead, he grew more enthusiastic, sucking harder until Jasmine writhed on top of him.
The way her body trembled fueled his desire, his free hand kneading her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly to expose more of her to his probing tongue and digits.
"Oh yes... don't stop..." Jasmine gasped, her voice breathless. She quickened her pace, her right hand gripping the base of Allen's cock, pumping the lower part while her mouth focused on the upper end. The dual motion created a symphony of wet sounds, her hand slick with saliva and pre-cum, twisting gently to add friction.
Slurp... slurp... slurp...
The wet, slurping sounds from her mouth intertwined with the lewd smacking noises emanating from her pussy as Allen's fingers delved deep inside her.
Jasmine could feel his thick cock pulsing rhythmically against her tongue, a clear indicator that Allen was teetering on the edge of release, but she refused to yield first—she craved that simultaneous explosion of ecstasy, their bodies syncing in perfect harmony.
Her mind raced with the thrill of the competition, every throb urging her to push harder, to draw him in deeper while chasing her own peak.
Allen slid a second finger into Jasmine's slick, welcoming pussy, thrusting them in and out with rapid, insistent strokes that made her inner walls quiver in response. His tongue lashed relentlessly at her swollen clit, circling and flicking with expert precision, heightening the electric sensations coursing through her.
He could sense the tightening contractions around his digits, her warm juices flowing freely now, drenching his chin and dripping down his neck in a testament to her arousal. God, she's soaking everything, he thought, a surge of pride and lust fueling his actions. "You're so wet, Jasmine. I love this—it's like your body's begging for more," he murmured softly against her sensitive flesh, his voice husky with desire, before diving back in to suck hard on her clit, pulling it between his lips with just the right pressure.
Jasmine's entire body shuddered uncontrollably, her hips bucking wildly against his face as she ground herself harder, desperate for that extra friction to tip her over the brink, her breaths coming in short, frantic gasps.
It wasn't long before the building wave of pleasure crested within Jasmine, an unstoppable tide ready to crash.
"I... I'm gonna cum..." she moaned around the girth of Allen's cock, her words muffled and vibrating through him, eliciting a deep, guttural groan from his throat that sent shivers down her spine.
Her pussy clenched violently, pulsing with fierce intensity as she squirted her orgasmic release straight into Allen's eager mouth. He lapped it up greedily, swallowing every drop while his tongue continued its merciless assault, prolonging her bliss.
The overload was too much for Jasmine; she yanked her mouth off his cock for a moment, gasping for air as stars danced in her vision, but Allen's strong hands gripped her hips, holding her firmly in place against his face, refusing to let her escape the aftershocks. Not yet, he thought possessively, savoring her taste and the way she trembled above him.
"Now it's your turn," Jasmine whispered breathlessly, her voice laced with playful determination, before plunging her mouth back down to engulf Allen's throbbing cock entirely, taking him to the hilt.
She sucked with voracious hunger, her head bobbing at a frantic pace, cheeks hollowing with each pull, while her hand cupped and massaged his heavy balls, rolling them gently to heighten his pleasure.
Allen squirmed beneath her, his body arching as waves of sensation overwhelmed him; his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, kneading it roughly, and he daringly traced a fingertip around her tight back entrance, teasing the puckered hole to add an unexpected layer of intensity that made her moan around him.
"Yes... just like that... fuck, you're incredible," Allen gasped, his hips thrusting upward in sync with the rhythm of her mouth, chasing the building pressure with urgent need, his mind foggy with the raw pleasure she was wringing from him.
At last, Allen's restraint shattered completely. His cock swelled impossibly larger in the warm confines of Jasmine's mouth, and with a raw, primal groan that echoed in the room, he erupted, pumping hot streams of cum directly down her throat. Jasmine swallowed eagerly, gulping down as much as she could manage, though a few pearly drops escaped to trickle over her lips and chin. The sounds of her continued sucking
—slurp... slurp...—
filled the air as she milked him dry, drawing out every last spasm until his body went slack beneath her. Only then did she release him with a satisfied pop, twisting her body around to collapse beside him, their sweat-slicked skin brushing in the afterglow.
Jasmine lay there panting heavily, her chest heaving as beads of sweat glistened on her bare, flushed skin, tracing rivulets down her curves.
She gazed at Allen through eyes misty with lingering ecstasy and unspoken emotions, but her attention inevitably drifted lower, fixating on his cock, which remained impressively rigid, showing no signs of softening just yet. How is he still so hard? she wondered, a mix of awe and renewed hunger stirring within her.
"Hey, why hasn't this cock gone soft yet? Are you still not satisfied?" she asked softly, her voice a sultry purr, as her fingertip traced lazy circles across the firm planes of his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath.
"Haha, of course it's because I'm more virile than your old boyfriend," Allen shot back with a teasing grin, his tone light and playful, though his eyes sparkled with that dominant edge she found so intoxicating.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever—you're the stud here. So, what's the plan? Do you want to keep going? You know, I could even give you my V card if that's what it takes," Jasmine replied with a naughty lilt, her hand now gliding over the defined ridges of his chest muscles, stroking them appreciatively as she leaned in closer, her body still humming from their shared release.
Allen smiled warmly, propping himself up on one elbow as he glanced at the clock on the nightstand. He still had about twenty minutes to freshen up before the wedding festivities kicked off, a reality check that tempered his lingering desire.
"Sorry, but we should call it here for now—my wedding event is about to start, and listen, it's not that I'm turning down your offer, okay? But I'm not into one-time flings."
"What do you mean? You're only interested in something serious, like an actual relationship?" Jasmine probed, her expression a blend of curiosity and hope, searching his face for clarity.
Allen nodded firmly, his gaze steady and sincere. "Yeah, pretty much. And I don't like sharing my woman with other guys, so think it over carefully if you want to take things to the next level, alright?" He winked playfully at her with one eye, sealing the moment with that charming confidence, before slipping out of bed and heading into the bathroom to wash his face and start dressing in his formal attire.
Jasmine watched as Allen disappeared into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed, the sound of running water a brief interruption to the charged silence. She shifted her gaze upward, staring at the ceiling of the room, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts.
"Damn Allen, you say all that, but weren't you enjoying every second of it earlier?" she murmured to herself under her breath, a soft grumble laced with frustration and intrigue. Yet, despite her words, she couldn't help but ponder what Allen had just proposed, the idea of something deeper lingering in her thoughts like a tantalizing promise.
After watching Allen finish getting dressed neatly in his groom's suit and leave the room, Jasmine finally let out a long breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. She stood there for a moment, staring at the closed door, as if part of her mind was still stuck on the other side.
Then she shook her head lightly.
Enough.
Jasmine headed into the bathroom, splashing cold water onto her face until her thoughts felt clearer. The reflection in the mirror showed a calmer version of herself—though her eyes still carried something unsettled, something she couldn't quite name. After fixing herself up and putting her clothes back on, she stepped out and made her way back to the bridal room to look for Hestia and her stepsister.
The moment she entered, a familiar voice hit her.
"Hey, where have you been?" Amber said sharply, arms crossed. "I've been looking for you everywhere."
Jasmine blinked and looked over.
"I even ran into Rob earlier," Amber continued, clearly still annoyed. "And seriously, that guy didn't even notice me. So whatever you were worried about? Totally pointless."
But for some reason, Jasmine barely reacted. She just nodded faintly.
"Yeah… okay," she murmured.
Amber narrowed her eyes.
"…Are you even listening to me?"
Jasmine snapped back to the moment and looked at her. "Huh? Yeah—sorry. I am."
But the truth was, her mind was somewhere else entirely.
Allen's words from earlier replayed in her head—clear, calm, and far more serious than she'd expected. About choices. About commitment. About not wanting something half-hearted.
Amber sighed and waved a hand dismissively. "You're acting really weird today. Did something happen?" she asked, her tone suspicious as she leaned closer, noticing something off about Jasmine—maybe her scent, maybe just the way she was carrying herself now.
Jasmine gave a small smile, one that didn't quite reach her eyes.
"I'm just tired," she said.
"Really?" Amber pressed.
But deep down, Jasmine knew it wasn't just exhaustion.
Surrounded by the noise of the wedding—the music, the laughter, the celebration—Jasmine realized something quietly but clearly: a decision was waiting for her.
And whether she was ready or not, she couldn't keep pretending it didn't matter anymore.