(A lot shorter than usual but it seemed to be all that was needed at this point)<br/><br/>He laid back as she began once more to worship his cock. And worship is exactly what it felt like to him. She was turned on, to be told what to do, the coldness of it. That it was all for him at least in the sense of it achieving an orgasm. He had no interest in making her cum again, not right now. He was locked into Alpha Sex God mode. To go down on her now or after this would seem, an anti climax, out of place. It would probably ruin the buzz for her as well. Or so Jason justified it.<br/><br/>He could feel her pushing him to the back of her throat, her gag reflex becoming less sensitive. He helped a little, pushing her head down, pulling it back up again. Women liked that as well, except of course, when they didn't. But that was rare. He was famous and wealthy that was power and women got off on powerful men. No amount of Feminist bullshit was going to rework that. It was as natural as men liking young fertile women.<br/><br/>Soon he began to tense up and his breathing became heavier. "Uhhh... keep going slut..." he moaned, forgetting for a moment that was with Emma and not some random hooker. And soon after he shot his load into her mouth, pushing down on her head so she couldn't escape it, couldn't have it shoot on her face or tits. She had no choice but to take it in her mouth.<br/><br/>"Don't swallow, don't you dare swallow, not yet" he said to her again wanting to check his work.