CHAPTER 6: CHAPTER 6

My brain short-circuited. I just... stood there, stiff as a statue, my cock twitching against my jeans like it was ready to explode on the spot.

Jasmine giggled, a wicked sound, and shook her ass again, slower this time, making the cheeks jiggle. "Come on, boy. Don’t make me beg."

"I—uh—I don’t—" I swallowed. My hands trembled. "Are you... sure about this?"

She rolled her eyes, grinning into the cushion. "Evan. My pussy is dripping on your hand already. Yes, I’m sure. Now quit being such a scared little nerd and finger me."

Her words snapped something in me. I grabbed the bottle, poured more oil into my palm until it slicked between my fingers, and pressed one hand against her folds. She was hot. Wet. Fucking soaked.

I slid one finger inside.

"Ohhh, fuck yes," Jasmine groaned, her back arching, ass lifting just enough to push against my hand. "God, you feel good."

’The oil’ I thought. ’It is real magic!’

Her walls clenched tight, sucking me in, and I started moving my finger awkwardly, pumping in and out. Her moans came faster, louder, her body writhing on the towel.

"Holy shit," she gasped. "Evan, what the fuck—ahhh—how are you this good? You’re a natural!"

I stared at her, dumbstruck. My finger was soaked, my cock was a steel bar, and all I could do was move faster, deeper.

She cried out, trembling, and then it happened—her body tensed, shuddered, and she came hard all over my hand. Warm liquid coated my fingers, dripping down my wrist.

She collapsed forward, panting into the cushion. "Jesus fucking Christ... you just made me cum with one finger. What the fuck are you?"

I pulled my hand back slowly, staring at the mess. "I... uh... I don’t know."

Her head turned, lips curling into a lazy, satisfied grin. "Don’t stop now. Make me cum again."

"Again?" My voice cracked.

"Yeah, again," she demanded, grinding her hips against the couch. "Get those fingers back inside me, Evan."

I hesitated, then gave her a shaky smile. "I’m gonna need... another slice of cake after this."

Jasmine laughed breathlessly. "You greedy fuck. Fine. I’ll bake you a whole cake if you keep making me cum."

I slid two fingers in this time, pushing deeper, curling against her walls. She screamed into the couch, hands clawing the fabric, her ass lifting higher to take me in.

"Ohhh, fuck! Yes, just like that! Curl them—fuck—oh my god, you’re gonna make me cum again—"

Her body convulsed, juices splattering against my hand as she climaxed a second time.

I didn’t stop. She begged, moaned, cursed, calling me every dirty name between gasps.

"Finger my pussy harder!"

"Don’t stop, don’t you fucking dare stop!"

"God, you’re making me squirt—fuck, yes!"

By the fifth orgasm, she was a wreck. Sweat dripped down her back, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, her panties shoved halfway off.

But she still wasn’t done.

Suddenly, Jasmine pushed herself up, her chest heaving. Her eyes locked on me, wild and hungry. Before I could react, she spun around, grabbed me by the collar, and yanked me onto the couch.

Her lips crashed against mine, tasting of heat and desperation.

"We’re fucking," she growled against my mouth, climbing onto my lap, grinding her soaked pussy against the bulge in my jeans.

"Wait—" I gasped. "Jasmine, I... I don’t have money."

Her smirk was pure sin. She rolled her hips once more, soaking my crotch, then leaned in close, whispering hot against my ear:

"It’s on the house."

My hands were shaking as I fumbled my jeans open and freed my cock. It sprang out, throbbing, hard as a damn rock.

Jasmine’s eyes flicked down, and she smirked. "Mmm... bigger than I expected."

Before I could even breathe, she lifted her ass and sank down on me in one smooth motion.

"Holy fuck—!" I gasped, my head snapping back.

Her cunt wrapped around me instantly, sucking me in like a velvet vice. She was slick, wet, and unbelievably tight, her walls clenching down on me as if my cock belonged there all along. So... thats how a pussy felt? My whole body shuddered. It was like being swallowed alive—hot, soft, and dangerous.

Every inch I sank into her sent sparks through my spine. My cock pulsed so hard it hurt, every nerve ending screaming with pleasure. My legs felt weak. My chest locked up.

"Oh, God..." I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. "You’re... fuck—you’re so tight..."

I couldn’t even process it. The pressure, the friction, the unbearable warmth of her pussy milking me—it was too much for me to handle. All those years of jerking off, thinking I knew what sex would feel like, and none of it came close. This wasn’t just pleasure; it was overwhelming, drowning, like my body didn’t know how to survive it.

My cock twitched violently, and before I could even think about stopping it, I was already cumming.

"Fuck, fuck, fuuuck!" I gasped as the first hot spurt shot out of me.

Cum poured out of me in heavy pulses, flooding her, making my whole body convulse. My abs tightened, my head spun, and I kept pumping load after load into her as if I’d been holding it back my entire life.

I couldn’t stop shaking. My chest heaved, my face burned like fire, my vision blurred.

"Shit," I muttered, red as a tomato. "I’m... I’m sorry."

Jasmine blinked, then laughed, her tits bouncing as she shook with it. "Oh my god, I totally forgot you were a virgin."

"Yeah, well," I groaned, covering my face with my hand. "That’s... embarrassing."

She leaned forward, still sitting on me, still warm around my cock. "Relax. It happens. Trust me, it’s not the end of the world."

I forced myself to look at her, my ears burning. "Seriously, though. Sorry."

"It’s fine," she said, grinning as she slowly lifted off me. My cum dripped from her pussy, sliding down her thighs. She didn’t even flinch. "Good thing I’m on the pill."

That didn’t make me feel much better. "Still... I should’ve been more careful."

She waved a hand. "Evan, relax. I usually use condoms with the guys I fuck, but honestly? You fried my brain so hard with that massage I forgot. You were way too good with those hands for me to think straight."

I scratched the back of my neck. "Guess... I learned a thing or two. Books, videos. Stuff like that."

Jasmine raised a brow. "Uh-huh. Well, whatever you did, keep doing it. Because I’d love to borrow those hands again tomorrow. That okay?"

I swallowed. "Y-yeah. Sure."

"Good." She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, her lips warm, then stood up. "Now go. I’ve got another customer coming over soon."

"Oh. Right." I pulled my pants back up, awkwardly fastening them. "Thanks for... uh... everything."

"Mm-hm." She gave me a teasing smile and pointed at the door. "Get out before I make you cum again."

I laughed nervously, nodded, took my oil bottle and left.

The moment I stepped into my own place, a glowing blue box flickered into view:

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Sexual Activity Completed

Partner: Jasmine MARQUEZ

EXP Gained: +30

Star Rating: 1.1 ★

Reason: Premature Ejaculation

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"Wow," I muttered. "Thanks, floating boxes. Real fucking helpful."

Another screen slid in right after, crisp and cold:

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System Notice

To reduce risk of premature ejaculation,

consider allocating points to: Libido

Increased Libido improves stamina,

control, and overall performance during sex.

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I groaned, dragging a hand down my face. "Yeah, yeah. Rub it in."