32. Jack
JACK
As I watch Jessi close the bedroom door behind her, I can’t help but chuckle to myself.
Did that really happen? What would I have done if she had said she’d wanted to stay?
Did it cross her mind? I’d like to think so.
The way her eyes darkened when she checked out my chest, or the blush on her cheeks when I said I had gotten her wet tells me she was probably thinking the exact same thing.
The idea of having her makes my dick harden more.
I wonder if her eyes would widen if she saw it, and if she’d gasp as I slowly filled her with every inch of me.
Would her cheeks turn that shade of red as she continued to take me, thrust after thrust?
My dick stands almost at constant attention with her in my house.
I don’t know if the fantasies are as good as reality, but I’d love to find out.
Shit. Why can’t I stop thinking about her like this? She’s driving me insane. But I don’t want her to be with anyone else either.
I growl. Thinking of another man touching her, claiming her, irks me. I wonder if she’s experienced. I’m sure she is, since she’s nineteen, but probably with boys who don’t know their way around a pussy. I bet I could make her scream my name using only my fingers.
Fuuuck. I’m supposed to be protecting her and giving her a safe space, not daydreaming about fucking her.
I need a release or I won’t be able to stand next to her without thinking about bending her over the kitchen counter. One more time, though, I’ll let myself fantasize about her again, so I can go out there and focus.
I grab my dick and tug hard. I’m already dripping pre-come all over myself.
I picture spreading her legs wide at the edge of my bed, standing before her, jacking myself off.
I would glide my throbbing head over her sensitive nub to lubricate it.
Then use my thumb to circle it while I continue to tug on my cock.
Shit. I can see her panting with pleasure.
What would her pussy feel like as I buried a finger inside her and then another?
Would she drip for me? Would she scream for me as she got close?
Would she beg me for release? What would it be like to watch her beautiful eyes as they rolled back with pleasure that I gave her?
Warmth builds inside me and I close my eyes as I come. I imagine shooting hot white ribbons all over her beautiful pussy. It would be the most beautiful sight to see my come dripping down her sex, her legs, marking her as mine.
I catch my breath and clean myself up. What the hell is she doing to me? I have never fantasized about filling a woman up with my come. It usually has the opposite effect, because the thought of getting someone pregnant terrifies me. I always wrap it up, always.
This woman is doing a number on me. She’s officially under my skin, and after the best orgasm of my life simply from thinking about all the things I want to do to her, I don’t think I’ll ever get her out of my system.
Calm down, Jack. But I don’t know how to do that. The longer I stay in her presence, the more I wonder how much time I have before I give in to temptation.