Chapter 9
Jesse
Laida Sayavong is mine. I didn’t expect for us to sleep together, but I didn’t regret it one bit. After my ex, I had no intentions of dating. Women were bad news and I thought that all I needed, was work. Thankfully, Laida changed that mindset.
I wanted to spend all of my time with her.
She’s incredible. I spent a good part of the night watching her, peacefully sleeping, before dozing off into dreamland, myself.
During the night, I woke up hard and wanted to slide my cock inside her again.
I reached under the sheets and took in the view of our naked bodies, together.
Caressing my hand over her stomach, I let my fingers travel down to her sexy patch of hair.
I gripped her pussy gently, letting my thumb massage circular motions on her clit.
She let out a little moan, keeping her eyes closed.
Two fingers slid inside her to wake her up while I peppered kisses along her jawline.
“Baby, wake up. I want to fuck you again. You’re so wet for me,” I whispered against her lips.
She opened her eyes and answered with a kiss.
Dipping my head under the covers, I took her nipple into my mouth, switching between sucking and nibbling. That inspired a louder moan.
Her hips started grinding against my hand. “Jesse…”
“That’s right, baby. Fuck them harder.” Pulling my fingers back, I positioned my body between her legs. “Are you too sleepy for my cock?”
She grinned and demanded, “No. Fuck me again…now.”
A chuckle reverberated in my chest. “Yes, ma’am.” I pushed deep inside her, making her moan and grip my arms. I fucked her slowly, taking her. Making her mine. I watched her eyes close as she welcomed me into her depths. “I need you, Laida.”
“I need you, too…”
There was urgency in what I was feeling for her. “Laida…I want to fuck you from behind.”
Getting on her knees and waving her ass in the air, she offered, “If that’s what you want…take it.”
“I want to fuck you hard.”
She teased, “Then fuck it hard, Jesse…”
“You’re perfect, Laida. Made for me.”
After sliding my cock up and down her pussy, I drove it inside and said, “Mine.” We were perfect for each other.
I was falling hard for her and wanted to show it.
Gripping her hips, I slammed into her over and over again.
She clenched her teeth, stifling her moans, but I wanted to hear them break the silence of the farm.
“Louder, baby. Let me hear how I make your pussy feel.” The sound of her moans pushing me to come fast. “Tell me who owns this pussy, Laida.”
“Jesse…you… you do” she said in breathy voice. “Your cock feels so fucking good.” Her body was shuddering, telling me she was ready.
“Come all over me, baby. Come while you say my name.”
“Jesse…”
“Good girl… so fucking good.”
“I’m coming, Jesse. Fuck…me…harder.”
We released moans of ecstasy while we came together, then crashed into the bed.
She was going to be my undoing. I was in trouble.
Deep shit. I wondered how the fuck I would keep my focus at work when I had her back at the farm, waiting for me.
We laid there in for a little while, talking, laughing, and teasing each other.
Finally, I remembered a festival was coming up and said, “Hey, there’s a Founders Day Street Festival happening today. You want to go? It’s the town’s biggest annual summer celebration.”
She lifted her eyes from my chest and smiled. “I’d love to.”