Chapter 24 #2
She moans in reaction, linking her hands together behind my neck. “Yes, but this was… you missed me. You missed me enough to need to kiss me. And… I love that feeling, especially with you.”
Sliding my hand beneath the thin strap of her thong, I run the tips of my fingers along the split of her ass, tugging her open gently. “I’d love to take you upstairs and fuck you senseless,” I tell her, my cock stiffening from her soft laughter and the gentle grate of her nails through my scalp.
“I’d like that, too,” she breathes, growing bold, reaching past the hem of my pants to collect me in her hand.
She grips and pumps, and I groan, lifting her off the ground with ease.
She wraps her legs around my waist and continues to play with my cock as I keep one hand braced on her ass beneath her jeans, the other on the banister as I climb the stairs, two by two.
“I still can’t believe you didn’t make love for all those years,” she says as I lower her to the center of my bed, both of us disrobing as quickly as we can.
With my pants around my ankles, I step out, eyeing her as she tugs off her top, exposing full, bare tits.
Maternal tits that make me think of breeding and babies, the darkened tips make me envision things I never have before.
“Sex has always meant something to me. Even when I was much younger. It was never a thing to share with a stranger.” Reaching behind my neck, I yank off my shirt.
Juliette’s jeans hit the floor with a gentle thud, and I don’t waste a minute climbing onto the mattress at her feet.
“I only have sex with someone when I see a future with them.”
“That’s why being with you feels so different, and means so much,” she whispers.
My chest burns from her words. “Tell me,” I urge, wrapping my palms around her ankles, smoothing them up her calves. “Get on your hands and knees and tell me some of the times you fantasized about me.”
Without hesitation, she pushes off the mattress, adjusting until she’s obeyed, on her hands and knees, ass in my face.
I run my palms around the globes of her ass, watching my cock bob and jerk as my thumbs graze her ass and pussy.
Pulling her open, I drag the head of my cock up and down her center, collecting her arousal, smearing it around.
She moans for me, for my cock, for this moment, and I’m starved to know all the ways in which Juliette Wilson has longed for me.
Slowly, I slip my cock inside of her, taking my time to sink all the way in.
When my groin kisses her rear, she releases a sated, heavy sigh.
“Now,” I encourage, “while I’m buried in your pussy, working on filling you with everything you’ve been fantasizing about, tell me, tell me what your pretty little mind has worked up in the past.”
Reaching across the slope of her smooth back, I tug her hair tie out, and lose my hand in blonde tangles.
In and out, I fuck her slow, giving her a few inches of my cock before burying myself to the hilt, tugging her head back gently as I do.
Holding myself there, as deep as I can go, her head reared back, silky blonde hair wrapped around my knuckles, I keep her cunt warm and demand to know everything inside of her perfect head.
“Tell me, Juliette, tell me how much you wanted me, tell me how you wanted Mr. Mercer’s cock.”
“Ohmygod, Ford,” she moans, seeking out friction and heat as she attempts to move, trying to bounce herself on my cock. I grip her hair tighter, and sink my other hand into her hip, holding her steady.
“No, no, we’re keeping this cunt warm while you tell me all the filthy things you’ve imagined, sweetheart.
” Sweat glistens along the hollow of her spine.
The dimpled skin of her ass and her hair wrapped around my knuckles test my willpower.
She’s too beautiful. Too perfect. I tug her head again, urging her on, needing her to tell me something, anything before I lose control and come inside of her before anything has transpired.
She nods in my grip, her shoulders beginning to shake from the fatigue of holding herself up.
“Once, I came over to study,” she breathes, forgoing my daughter’s name, though we both know she means she came to study with Kat.
“And you came home from work and sat with us at the table, you, you,” she loses the point as I circle her asshole with my thumb, staying motionless inside her, keeping her pussy warm.
“Come on, beautiful, focus,” I tease, pressing into her, my cock rock hard, buried deep.
“Ford,” she whines. “Please, move, fuck me!”
I let one hand slide down her spine, groaning at the damp, hot skin.
“Not until you tell me all the ways you’ve been needing me all these years,” I coax, as if I don’t have my own laundry list of fantasies from over the years.
I slap her ass before returning my hand to my favorite notch on her hip. “Tell me, sweetheart. Come clean.”
This will be a fun game for us to play for years. I know I have years of fantasies about sweet Juliette.
Her voice wobbles, thin and frayed from desire. “It was the first time that I got w-wet,” she warbles, dropping her head between her shoulders for a minute as she moans and trembles around my cock. “And I didn’t, I didn’t…” she trails off, and I tug her head, bringing her upright once again.
“Come on, baby, tell me. Tell Mr. Mercer how you got wet for me.”
She groans, still trying to grind back on me, but I hold myself motionless inside her. “I didn’t know what was happening. I went to the bathroom, the one downstairs, in the hall,” she groans. “I realized that I was horny, and I got wet, for you. Because of you.”
She earns one stroke for that beautiful memory. “Fuck,” I groan, sliding out slow, then burying myself back inside, hard and fast. She whines, but gives me exactly what I want.
“And that first summer home from college, freshman year, when I stayed here for a week,” she continues, and I run through the laundry list of Juliette Wilson appearances in my mind, indexed by how much I had to not look at her because of how my desires had flared.
“You, you came out in your pajamas pants and robe, and it had been years since I’d seen you without a shirt,” she admits, her voice thinning as her need increases.
Desire swarms my insides, and my cock would spill if I let it.
But I exercise control, and hold myself deep, keeping her warm as admissions topple from her full, perfect lips.
“I touched myself that night. And I thought of you,” she breathes, her words causing a deep groan to lift from my chest. “And it wasn’t the first time. And it wasn’t the last, either.”
Fuck.
“God, Juliette, you blow me away. Do you know that?” I ask, feathering praise over her as I slowly rock my hips, igniting a friction between us that is bound to lead to a fiery explosion. My thumb finds her tight back hole again, and I trace it out, each thrust of my hips gaining power, momentum.
“Ford,” she manages, breathless.
“I used to make myself look at anything but you, because I was scared of that flash of energy in my chest, that excitement behind my ribs I felt when I laid eyes on you,” I admit, dipping the tip of my thumb inside, groaning as she squeezes me.
“You’ve always been mine, haven’t you? Waiting patiently to be claimed by me? Is that right?”
She moans, and it’s the most erotic sound, ethereal and light, need coiling lecherously in my gut. Releasing her hair, I place my other hand on her hip, and enjoy the sight of me possessively gripping her, jerking her back down onto my cock.
“Yes, Ford, yes. Ohmygod, I’m close. I’m so close,” she warns, a tremble in her tone as she peers back at me over her shoulder, blue eyes glittering. “Make me come, Ford.”
I’ll never get used to her calling me Ford when I’m making her come. It’s my favorite fucking thing.
I slow my pumping, slow my hips, pause my movement, staying buried deep.
Her walls, swollen and soft, clench around my cock, causing my eyes to roll back in a blissful moment.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight, you feel so fucking good,” I admit, picking up my pace when I open my eyes and find hers blinking back at me.
“Give me your baby, Ford,” she murmurs, her voice low, eyes hooded. “Come deep inside me, please,” she begs. “I want to be pregnant by you, please, please, give me your cum, come with me,” she continues, her breathless, wanton words coaxing me to the edge of oblivion.
The erotic rememberings were one thing. But hearing her beg for my cum, hearing her beg for me to make her a mother, it’s fucking hot. All these years I haven’t been having sex–I had no way of knowing that I have a subtle breeding kink, because her words send me over.
“Yes, Juliette, that’s right. Be mine. Take it, come on my cock and take it, let me fill you up,” I groan, watching my cock disappear inside of her, over and over, streaked with arousal, thicker and fatter than ever before.
“Fuck, sweetheart, you make me so goddamn hard,” I breathe, pulling her ass against me, gripping her hips urgently.
“Ford, Ford, Ford,” she chants deliriously. “I’m coming, I’m coming…” She trails off, and that’s when I feel her spasm and clench all around me, her tight little cunt drinking in my cock, thirsty for my release.
Everything gets hazy and hot. My strokes become sloppy and unperfected. I claw at her hips, gripping, fucking her, wild and frantic. “Yes, Juliette, take it baby, take my cock, take my cum,” I grunt, my voice raspy and feral, a way I haven’t heard it maybe ever before.
Desire shoots down my spine and coils in my groin, and I tip my head back and roar her name as I come. Thrust after thrust, I flood her cunt, my body nearly trembling as I do. Cum spills out of her, dropping onto the sheets, leaving traces of cream smeared along her ass as I slowly pull out.