I lean back on the couch and put my hands behind my back, just like guys always do in porn videos. I don’t close my eyes, though. I want to see her lips locked around my cock.

I look down and a girl who was way out of my league before I bought the Ferrari is sucking hard on my dick. Her big pouty lips are painted bright red with lipstick, and her tongue is swirling mesmerizingly around my cock.

It’s only been about fifteen seconds, but it’s way more intense than I ever could have imagined. I dig my fingers into the couch and try to flex my gut to steel myself.

I count back from ten, trying to take my mind off of how good it feels. My mind wanders, though, and I remember when she first let me touch her boobs. They were so big and soft in my hands, and--

I feel her drool dripping down and when it hits my balls, I groan.

My balls tighten, and my cock explodes without warning. There’s glorious release as thick loads blast out into her mouth. I imagine her lips locked tight around me, guzzling down my cum and drinking hungrily. I imagine her big blue eyes looking back up at me, cum dripping out of the corners of her mouth, and seeing her beg me for more.

Instead, though, she jerks away from me without warning, and I blast two more loads up into the air. It hits her shoulder.

“God!” she says, looking at me with a crumpled up face. She spits the cum out of her mouth onto the floor. Good thing I have laminate flooring.

“You came already!” she says, looking at me with disgust.

“It wasn’t that fast,” I say, panting. My cock is twitching, and I look down at it in wonder, seeing her drool all over it.

“I wasn’t going to let you cum in my mouth,” she says, grabbing a paper towel and wiping her face off. She spits into it. “I figured you’d at least warn me.”

“I cum hard and fast,” I say. “Often with no warning.”

She rolls her eyes. “Is that when you’re jacking off?”

I bite my lip, not wanting to give away that this was my first BJ.

“So,” I say. “Want to do some PIV?”

“What?” she asks, looking aghast.

“Penis in vagina,” I say.

“Jesus,” she says. “I can’t believe you just called it that.”

“Cynthia,” I say. “Babe, call it whatever you want, but--”

She reaches down, grabs me by the balls, and squeezes.

I open my mouth to scream, but she doesn’t squeeze hard enough, not yet. It’s a threatening grip, but if she squeezed any harder, it would really hurt.

“Listen, you little virgin fuck,” she says. “Your penis will go nowhere near my vagina, do you understand?”

I nod quickly. At least I got a BJ.

“Now,” she says. “What are you going to do for me?”

“I’m…” I say, and I consider trying to go for some more dirty talk, but I’m too afraid she will rip off my balls. “I’m going to start following Amber around again. I’m going to get Liam to go off on me again.”

“Good,” she says.

“But Cynthia,” I say. I realize she’s still got my balls in a death grip, so this is risky. “Liam gave me the money only if I don’t sue him, but I had to also agree to stay away from Amber--”

She squeezes harder, and pain lances through my entire body. I don’t dare try to pull away, though, not when it would mean her pulling my balls further away, tearing at them. But then I look at her again, my cum drying on her shoulder and her makeup smeared all over from sucking my cock. Her soft, delicate hands are strong and gripping my balls. She wants to hurt me, and shit, that is hot. My cock twitches and starts to get hard again.

She looks up at me in astonishment. “Anton, do you like when I bust your balls?”

“Uh,” I say, wondering if I suddenly still have a shot at some PIV action. “Yeah, do you like squeezing--”

She lets go of my balls and slams her fist into my gut without warning. It knocks the air out of my lungs, and I crumple over on the couch.

“Don’t fucking worry about Liam,” she says. “I will pay you more money, just get Liam to hit you again. It shouldn’t be hard. Just threaten his precious little Amber.”

Threaten? That wasn’t part of the deal. I was just supposed to act like I still liked her.

“I’m not a threatening guy, though,” I say. “I like Amber, she’s--”

She moves as if she’s going to punch me again, so I defend my gut with my arms. She doesn’t punch; it was just a warning.

“Just do what you did before,” Cynthia says. “Okay? Whatever you did to get Liam on you last time, do it again. Understand?”

I nod. Then something occurs to me.

“Now that I’m, uh--cooler--”I say, “what if she really falls for me? What then--”

“You’re not cooler, Anton,” Cynthia says. “You’re...you came in under a minute. No girl is going to fall for you.”

My balls are still sore. I wish Cynthia would squeeze them even harder. I’m such an idiot. I shouldn’t have told her I liked it. I should have pretended I hated it, and then she would have kept squeezing them.

Now, if I disobey her, she’s just going to punch me. I don’t like that.

“Liam is pretty good at fighting,” I say. “I don’t think my chances of beating him are very good--”

“Of course you won’t beat him,” she says, sneering. “I want him to knock you out cold. The goal is to get him arrested.”

“Oh,” I say, biting my lip. “So I’ll let him win then.”

She rolls her eyes at me. Her eyes still look so pretty, even though she kind of hates me--no, especially because she hates me.

“Right,” she says. “Let him win.”

“He’s got good lawyers, though,” I say, thinking of how easily they bought me off. “I don’t think I can get him to stay in jail, even if I really do let him beat me good.”

“He doesn’t have to stay there,” Cynthia says, grabbing for her purse.

She looks at the dust on my table, and then at the bottom of her purse. Her lip curls up, and she grabs a paper towel and wipes furiously at it.

“Just get him held in a cell overnight,” she says. “And then you drop the charges. All I need is to have him locked away for one night.”

Then those big wonderful eyes look up at me. They lock right onto me, and she smiles wide. It’s exactly how I wish she would have looked at me when she was blowing me.

Maybe she’s going to change her mind on the PIV?

“Anton,” she says, fishing into her purse. “I know what will work for sure.”

She pulls out a ring, and it gleams as the light hits it.