Fallon #2
I begin rubbing my soft center against his impressively hard one while unbuttoning his shirt. I’m desperate to feel his bare chest on mine.
When I eventually pull his shirt open, I break the kiss so I can look at him.
My eyes drink in his body. He’s complete and total perfection. Yes, I’ve seen him on video, but the live show is so much better.
His chest is muscular and defined, covered in the same dark hair as his head. It moves down his stomach and into his jeans. He has an actual six-pack. What man in his forties still has that?
Good lord, he may actually be the sexiest man ever to walk this planet. When the phrase raw masculinity was created, this is exactly what they had in mind.
Add his unique smell and taste to the physical appeal, and I’m the one now bordering on out of control.
He sinks his face into my neck, licking and biting my skin while simultaneously moving us through the house and into my kitchen. He places me down on my kitchen island with his lips still suctioned to my neck and his pelvis thrusting over mine.
My hands are now free to roam his warm, muscular, domineering body. I want to touch and feel every inch of him. I’m completely caged in by this large man, yet I’ve never felt more free. Lust burns me from the inside out.
His hands knead my breasts until my nipples ache with a need I barely recognize. As if sensing it, his mouth trails down while he circles them with his tongue, teasing me over and over again.
“Suck on them,” I command, unable to wait a second longer.
I feel him smile into my breast before he does as he’s told. His large hands hold my breasts as his mouth alternates between them, ravaging them for minutes on end like they’re his favorite meal.
“More,” I breathe. “I need more.” I thrust my hips up, letting him know where I need him.
With his mouth still latched onto my chest, he rips my shorts and panties down and off my legs with a brutality that betrays his softer demeanor.
His hands, lips, and tongue move down my body until they reach my center. I assume he’ll give it the same treatment he just gave my breasts, but he doesn’t. He kisses it once gently before lifting his head.
His big, rough hands slowly ascend my soft, inner thighs as he parts them, pinning them to the cold marble of my kitchen island. His eyes drink in my most intimate region.
I didn’t plan to have sex tonight, but at least I was smart enough to make sure everything was groomed properly…just in case.
“You’re so perfect. So beautiful,” he quietly says as he runs one finger through my weeping flesh. “So wet.”
I close my eyes at the intimacy of it all, but before I know it, he barks, “Open your eyes.”
I immediately obey and see him now looking into my eyes while licking his lips. “I want you looking at me when I enter your beautiful body for the first time.”
At that, we stare at each other as his thick, long finger pushes into me. I can feel myself ripple around him, and I moan in ecstasy, “Jett, I need to come. You’ve had me on the edge all night.”
With his finger slowly pumping in and out of me, he asks, “What would have happened if I didn’t come back, Fallon? Would you have touched yourself?”
I nod overly enthusiastically as I grip the end of the island and push myself forward, trying to force his finger deeper. He’s teasing me. I need more.
“Would you have thought of me while touching yourself? I imagine your face every single time I stroke myself. I have since our night together at the party.”
I nod again. “Yes,” I yell, “I always watch videos of you when I touch myself.”
His eyebrows pinch together. “Videos of me?”
“Can we discuss the videos later? I’m on the edge over here.”
He chuckles. “You’re very impatient.”
He withdraws his finger from me and slides it under his nose while inhaling deeply. His eyelids flutter. “Hmm, you smell good.”
“I taste even better,” I immediately reply. “You should go ahead and take a free sample.”
He smiles as he grabs each of my ankles, which are currently hanging over the island, and guides them up and out until I’m spread wide with my feet on the marble.
I’m so open and exposed to him like this.
With a slow perusal of my body, he finally bends and brings his mouth down where I need him, licking straight through my center.
“Hmm. You’re right. You do taste good,” he groans with approval.
My pussy immediately clenches in appreciation as he slowly dips two fingers into me, expertly stroking my inner walls. His lips latch onto my clit, sucking my swollen, throbbing flesh into his mouth.
His fingers establish a pace in sync with his tongue over my clit.
I can’t help but look down and take in this perfect creature with his face buried between my legs like it’s the best place on earth.
This beautiful man is likely the fantasy of millions of women, but I’m the only one who gets her fantasy fulfilled.
I’m writhing and moaning at the pleasure he’s coaxing from my body. There’s something both tender and rough about his touches. There’s a reverence to the way he’s eating me. He makes me feel special, like there’s nowhere in the world he’d rather be right now.
It doesn’t take long for me to ascend to the top of the volcano. It’s building and building. I’m going to erupt.
Oh shit, I forgot to tell him. “Jett,” I breathlessly pant, “I’m a squirt—”
Before the words finish leaving my mouth, I explode—and I mean explode—all over his face.
I can’t focus on the embarrassment because my orgasm is rocketing through me like a ball of fire, rendering me speechless and immobile.
My body takes on a life of its own as my back arches, my toes curl, and my legs shake uncontrollably.
When I finally come down from the high, reality hits me. Oh god, I didn’t tell him I’m a squirter.
I slowly peel my eyes open and look down at him. He’s slightly lifted from my center and is licking around his face like he’s covered in the most delicious dessert.
“I’m so sorry. I tried to warn you, and then it was…too good. I got caught up.”
He smiles like the cat that got the cream, which he sort of did. “That was the singular hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed. Do you always squirt?”
I shrug as I sit up to my elbows. “Only from oral, and only when it’s really good. You should take it as a compliment,” I cheekily offer.
He smiles as he bends forward again and peppers my stomach with kisses, working his way up my body until he’s at my mouth again. “Are you okay to kiss me?” he thoughtfully asks.
I slide out my tongue and lick a line up his cheek. “I love that your scruff is filled with my come.” I open-mouth kiss all around his face, tasting my salty essence.
“Fuck, Fallon,” he groans as he adjusts himself in his jeans, “you’re making it hard to leave.”
I jerk my head back. “Why in the hell would you leave? In case it’s not obvious, I want you to stay.”
He cups my face with both his hands. “I desperately want to spend the night with you, inside you, but I don’t have any condoms. I prepared for everything except that.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “I do have an IUD, but doesn’t every man carry a condom in his wallet?”
He pinches his lips together. “Years. Remember, it’s been years for me. Is there any chance you have some?” he asks hopefully.
I shake my head. “I’ve never brought a man to my house before.”
“Never?” he asks in surprise. “I know none have met Harper, but even when she’s not here?”
I shake my head again. “No. It’s my sacred space. I never wanted it tainted with someone I knew wouldn’t be here for the long run, and I knew none of them would.”
And yet I didn’t even consider that when bringing Jett inside. I’ll have to unpack that later.
He softly kisses my lips and then whispers into them, “Thanks for inviting me inside. I’m honored.”
He’s so freakin’ sweet.
Dammit. I don’t want him to go. I know he’s clean—that’s obviously not an issue—but I haven’t had sex without a condom since the divorce.
I sit up and trail my fingertips down his hard body, landing on his belt buckle. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip while my eyes toggle back and forth between his handsome face and the belt I’m dying to open.
When our eyes meet, I recognize the same longing looking back at me.
“Fuck it,” I spit out as I frantically unbuckle his belt, unbutton his jeans, and then finally unzip them.
With an equal level of urgency, he steps back so he can remove his cowboy boots.
I let out a laugh at how clumsily he’s doing so.
The big guy is hopping around on one foot, struggling to get them off.
He outwardly looks like he’d be a smooth player, but he’s neither smooth nor a player, and I find it so endearing.
After much struggle, he eventually kicks them away and then pulls his jeans and boxer briefs down and off his legs. My smile quickly fades as I take in his full body for the first time.
I can’t even describe how long, thick, and muscular his legs are because there’s another muscle capturing all my attention. He’s a big man, and I assumed he’d be well endowed—and he is—but it’s the width that I’ve never seen before. Holy. Shit.
I twist my lips. With my eyes on his cock, I act unimpressed and say, “Hmm, for a man your size, I expected you to be much…” I shrug, “bigger.”
His face drops completely, his chin just about hitting the floor as he looks down at himself. “I…I…”
I giggle. “I’m just fucking with you, Jett. You literally have the thickest dick I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re about to ruin me.”
His lips twitch in amusement as he begins stroking himself.
I think people would pay good money to watch this man stroke himself.
He’s lucky he has big hands because there’s no way my hand is going to fit all the way around that monster.
Seeing that big fist around that giant cock is erotic.
I need a video of this to add to my spank bank.
“You’re a very naughty girl,” he says with a slight deepening of his voice.