Chapter 21: I’m Here to Chew Bubble Gum and Fart Cum. And I’m All Out of Cum.

Chapter 21: I’m Here to Chew Bubble Gum and Fart Cum. And I’m All Out of Cum.

The sharp snap of Erica's sports bra against her skin jolts me from my daze. My eyes trace the curve of the fabric, hypnotized by how it hugs her toned muscles. ‘God, when did I develop this fixation? It’s almost like since I've seen her tits bare so much, the mystery of the sports bra is newly alluring.’

"Jason! Focus!" Erica barks, her piercing blue eyes narrowing. "I'm trying to teach you how to defend yourself, not be a human punching bag."

I shake my head, trying to clear the fog. "S-sorry, I just..."

"You just what?" She plants her hands on her hips, drawing my attention to her yoga pants. I gulp.

"Nothing. I'm listening, I swear."

Erica demonstrates a blocking move, her arm cutting through the air with practiced precision. I attempt to mimic her, but my limbs feel like jelly.

"No, no, no," she sighs, exasperated. "Like this."

She grabs my wrists, positioning my arms correctly. Her touch sends electricity through me.

"Earth to Jason!" Erica snaps her fingers in front of my face. "You're terrible at this. Can't you focus for five seconds?"

‘Put the cannons away then dude.’ I think to myself.

I feel heat creep up my neck. "I'm trying, I just...it's hard to concentrate."

Her expression softens slightly, a glimpse of the gentleness she reserves only for me. "Look, if you're ever in real trouble, forget all this fancy stuff. Just use your head, literally."

"What do you mean?"

Erica taps her nose. "Headbutt. Aim for the nose. It's simple, effective, and even you can't mess it up."

I nod, trying to commit this to memory instead of fixating on how her sports bra shifts as she breathes. "Got it. Headbutt. Nose."

Erica's eyes narrow, a mischievous glint flashing in their blue depths. Before I can react, she's on me, pinning me against the wall with unsurprising strength. Her face hovers inches from mine, her breath warm on my cheek.

"Now, Jason," she purrs, her voice low and teasing, "why don't you tell me what's really been distracting you this whole time?"

I swallow hard, my heart racing. "I-I've just been trying to learn like a good boy. Honest." I lie with the finesse of a master.

Erica chuckles. She leans in closer, her lips brushing against my neck. "Are you sure about that?" she whispers, planting soft kisses along my jawline.

My breath hitches, and I struggle to form coherent thoughts through the horny. "Y-yes, I'm sure."

‘I like to play helpless little guy in these situations. I think it’s funner for both of us.’ I think as my hard on takes the wheel.

She pulls back slightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Really? Because I think you've been staring at my tits again."

I feel my face flush crimson. In this world, breasts aren't sexualized like they are back home, but Erica knows about my fascination with them. She finds it endlessly entertaining.

"I... um..." I stammer, unable to deny it. This time embarrassed for real that she knew my interests to well.

Erica laughs a full, rich sound that fills the room. "Oh, Jason," she says, shaking her head. "You're so adorable with your weird titty fetish. It's like you're obsessed with elbows or something."

She steps back, giving me some breathing room, but her hand remains on my chest, keeping me pinned to the wall. "You know," she continues, her tone playful, "if you wanted to see them so badly, you could have just asked."

“Can I see them?”

Erica grins, her fingers toying with the hem of her sports bra. "Maybe. If you're a good boy, and actually focus on your training." She leans in close again, her lips brushing my ear. "And if you start calling me mommy."

I groan, equal parts embarrassed and aroused. "Erica, I told you, that's weird."

She pulls back, pouting playfully. "Aw, come on. You’re always so eager to say it when we fuck or drink."

I shake my head, trying to regain some composure. "Can we just... get back to training?"Ne/w novel chapters are published at novelhall.com

Erica's eyes flash with mischievous determination. In a blur of motion, she grabs my wrist, twists, and suddenly I'm airborne. The world spins as she executes am expert level Krav Maga throw. ‘I assume, I have no fucking clue what counts as expert.’ I hit the mat with a thud, the impact knocking the wind from my lungs. Before I can regain my bearings, Erica is on top of me, her powerful thighs straddling my waist.

She leans down, her blonde hair falling like a curtain around us. Her lips brush against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. "Listen up, baby boy," she purrs, her voice a mix of honey and steel. "You're going to call me mommy, or I swear, no fucking for a month."

I can't help but smirk, despite the compromising position. "Oh yeah? Sounds like it's your loss too."

Erica gasps, her eyes widening in mock surprise. "Please," she whispers, her tone suddenly soft and needy. "Please, Jason. I need to hear it."

"Well, well," she purrs, a slow smile spreading across her face. "Look who decided to take charge."

I tighten my grip on her wrists, feeling a surge of confidence. "Maybe I'm tired of always being the submissive one," I say, my voice low and husky.

‘I’m not at all.’ I think to myself.

Erica arches an eyebrow, her expression a mixture of amusement and challenge. "Oh really? You think you're capable of taking the lead, baby boy?"

I lean in closer, my lips brushing against her ear. "I have before," I whisper. "Remember?"

Erica's body tenses beneath me, a shiver running through her. For a moment, I wonder if I've gone too far. Then she lets out a deep laugh.

"Oh, I remember," she says, her voice thick with amusement. "I was farting and shitting cum for a week after that little romp."

While she's still laughing, I take advantage of her momentary distraction and use one of my hands to guide my throbbing cock into her warm, wet depths. She gasps, her laughter turning into a low purr as I start to move inside her. The sensation is overwhelming, and I can't help but moan.

"Oh, so you finally decided to do all the work, huh?" Erica says, her voice laced with desire. "How bad do you want to fuck mommy?

I tighten my grip on her wrists, my hips moving with increasing urgency as I drive myself deeper and deeper inside her. "I want it so bad," I moan, my voice trembling with need. "I'll do anything for you, Erica."

She responds by arching her back and pressing her hips against mine, her body moving in perfect sync with mine. I can feel her muscles clenching around me.

But I'm not just content with fucking her. I want to worship her body, to show her how much I adore her. I lift her sports bra and reveal her perfect, round breasts. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing it until she's writhing beneath me.

Erica lets out a low groan, her head thrown back in pleasure. "Oh fuck, Jason," she gasps. "That feels so good. Don't stop."

I don’t listen. The good boy is on leave. I switch to her other nipple, my tongue swirling around it as I continue to move inside her. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, my body tensing with each thrust.

But I don't want this to end. I want to savor every moment with Erica, to make her feel loved and adored. So I slow down my movements, taking my time to explore every inch of her body. I kiss her neck, her collarbone, her chest, and my lips, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

And as I lose myself in the sensation of being inside her, I realize that this is what I've been searching for all along. A woman who can dominate me, but also love me. A woman who can challenge me, but also make me feel safe. A woman who can make me feel alive.

Erica looks up at me, her eyes shining with love and desire. "I love you, Jason." she says softly.

"I love you too, Erica," I manage to say, my voice adorned with need. She smiles at me, her lips curling into a wicked grin.

"Good," she says, her hands gripping my hips as she pulls me deeper into her. "Now cum for me, Jason. Cum for mommy."

I can feel myself losing control, my body trembling with pleasure as I thrust harder and harder into her. Erica's legs wrap around my hips, locking me in place as she grinds her hips against mine.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she cries out, her voice echoing through the mansion. "Cum for me, baby! Make your mommy pregnant!"

The thought of breeding her sends me over the edge, my body shaking as I release myself inside her. Erica screams, her own orgasm washing over her as we cum together.

‘God i wish those words didn’t make me cum.’

For a moment, we just lay there, our bodies intertwined as we catch our breath. Then Erica looks up at me, her eyes soft and tender.

"I love you," she says, her voice filled with emotion. "I'm so glad I found you."

I spoke nervously. “Are you off the pill for real?”

Erica's chest heaves beneath me, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. Her golden hair fans out on the mat like a halo, slightly matted from our exertions. I can feel her heart racing against my chest, our bodies still intimately connected. But as my question registers, her brow furrows slightly, a flicker of annoyance passing through her piercing blue eyes.

"Excuse me? What comes first, baby?" she says, her voice a mix of breathlessness and mild irritation.

I smile awkwardly, suddenly aware of my faux pas. Leaning down, I capture her lips in a tender kiss, pouring all my emotions into it. "I love you too, Erica," I murmur against her mouth. "So much."

Her expression softens slightly, but there's still a glint of mischief in her eyes. I take a deep breath, steeling myself before asking again, "So... are you really off the pill?"

Erica's lips curl into a smirk, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. "Is it a deal breaker if I am?" she purrs, her voice low and teasing.

I shake my head without hesitation. "No, of course not. I just... I want to know."

Her smirk widens into a full-blown grin, her eyes dancing with amusement. "I'm still on it," she chuckles, her hand coming up to ruffle my hair affectionately. "I just know you have a breeding fetish. Thought I'd indulge you a little."

‘Operation diary is still paying dividends, let's fucking go!!!!!!’ I think to myself as a stadium full of excited soccer fans cheer in my head.

"Don't worry, baby," she whispers, her breath hot against my ear. "When the time comes, I'll make sure to give you plenty of warning before I stop taking those pills. Then we can practice making babies for real."