Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Well,” he said. “It has to do with a football game, you sitting on my lap, and a blanket wrapped around us.”
I shivered as the tips of his fingers dipped below the waistband of my jeans.
“We’re not doing that at your son’s state finals football game.”
He started to chuckle as he ran his lips along my jawline.
“No,” he agreed. “This was when we were younger. Obviously, I know that we can’t do it now.”
I was nodding my head in agreement when he said, “But, at halftime, we could go under those bleachers.”
A shiver worked its way down my spine at the images his fantasy brought to my mind even though I declined his suggestion.
“I can’t do it at a football game,” I told him. “But right here, right now, I’d allow you to do whatever it was in your fantasy that you wanted to do to me.”
His growl of agreement came about right before both of his hands were on the button fly of my jeans. My pants were down around my ankles, and he was dropping to his knees behind me before I could even register it had happened.
“Bend over the counter, baby.”
I did, offering my sex up to him on a silver platter.
The moment his beard came into contact with my legs, I bit my lip. My eyes drifted closed, and I got lost in the way his tongue started to do naughty things to my pussy. The way he licked a straight line from the tip of my clit all the way to my back entrance.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, reaching up to hold onto the faucet that was directly in front of me.
“Not God, baby,” he growled. “Just Jessie.”
Jessie spread my cheeks apart with his thumbs, allowing him more access, and growled when he tasted the heat of me.
“You’ve tasted like fuckin’ honey since you were seventeen,” he informed me. “Glad to see that hasn’t changed.”
My face flushed with heat, and I opened my eyes and gasped in surprise when I saw someone out in Jessie’s front yard.
“There’s some guy outside your house,” I told him breathlessly.
Jessie stood, but not before he got one last lick in from clit to ass first.
As he stood up behind me, he was undoing his belt and jeans, shoving them down hastily to just below his ass.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of the man in the front yard.
“That’s Jackson,” he told me, reaching forward and drawing the window shades.
Then I felt his hard cock up against my entrance, and I nearly cried out in surprise and a little bit of pain when he drove straight inside of me, not pausing to wait for me to adjust like he usually did.
The countertop at my hips kept me from moving forward to control the feeling, and even if it hadn’t been there, his hands clamped on my hips would’ve kept me from moving even if I had wanted to.
The thatch of pubic hair met the curve of my ass, and I groaned at the sensation.
“You feel like all of my dreams come true,” he growled, burying his bearded face into my neck.
I uncurled my fingers from the faucet and lifted it up to wrap around his head. “You’re much better at this than I remember.”
He chuckled darkly against the skin of my neck as he pulled his hips away before swiftly bucking back into me.
I tilted my head sideways and bit the fleshy part of my bicep, trying extremely hard not to cry out with each of his thrusts.
But when his hand tangled in my hair, pulling my mouth away from my skin, I could do nothing but stifle my scream.
“Fuckin’ love hearing those sounds.”
That was good, because I couldn’t stop.
He felt so good…so freaking big inside of me that I could barely keep my legs up beneath me.
Then he bent his legs slightly, changing the angle of penetration, and I saw stars.
“Oh my God, Jessie, yes, there,” I whimpered.
He growled, pulling my hair tighter, as he started assaulting my neck with kisses.
“Pull your shirt up.”
I didn’t delay; I just did as he asked and pulled my shirt up around my ribs. The moment I did, he started fucking me in earnest. Hard, fast, precise strokes. Each plunge and retreat caused the head of his cock to drag along a particularly sensitive spot that had me climbing higher and faster toward explosion. So damn high and so damn fast that I was scared to come back down.
But then I did and nothing else mattered.
Nothing.
My orgasm rushed through me as I burst into a million tiny fragments of sensation. Aching pleasure soared through me, ran straight through my veins, and pumped into every single cell in my body.
I even felt that orgasm in my toes.
And just as I was coming down, he pulled out, and I felt the hot spurts of his come on my back and ass. Felt it sliding down my skin, funneling into the crack of my ass.