"Damn it to hell, Maria!" he said. "I'm getting tired of this shit! We've been dating for two weeks, and you haven't come close to putting out."

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I was all ready to do it, but…"

"Well, fuck sorry. What am I supposed to do with this?" He rose to his knees, stiff cock jutting from his crotch above the half-lowered pants. He moved off the girl and sat down beside her on the rug in the firelight. "What are you going to do about it?"

Maria turned. She knew their relationship was on the line. If she sent him home frustrated, he'd never call her again. She touched her pussy, felt it tingle, but she could not say the word yes. She looked at Jake, saw what had to be contempt in his eyes. He thought she was some stupid little virgin or even worse, a cockteaser – all talk and no action. Sure, she liked him, but it was too rushed.

He was panting, glaring, his cock sticking up like a flagpole. Okay, she told herself. You can do it.

Maria crawled toward him on her tummy, head moving into his lap. She captured his stiff prick in her fist, brought her mouth down over the end of it. He sighed, thrust up into her, and she began to suck him.

"Yeah, do it," he encouraged, "suck my cock. Mmmmm, that's good. Ohhhh, yeah… blow me… lick me… lemme go deeper, I wanta feel it bumping your tonsils."

His hands clutched at her dark hair, forcing her face downward onto his stabbing prick. She tightened her lips in an effort to govern how much of his cock she took, but he was insistent, driving, thrusting and fucking her mouth. He fucked deeper, deeper, and she sucked furiously, hoping she could keep up with his lunges before he strangled her with his rigid cock.

She felt an unusual taste on her tongue, a greasy and rather salty taste, and realized that a bubble of cum had escaped from the end of Jake's prick. God! She'd him squirt his stuff, but she'd never tasted it before. But he was humping faster and faster, moaning, groaning, and she remembered the symptoms from the handjobs she had given him.