56. Jensen
56
JENSEN
Sixty miles feels like a thousand when you’re sporting an erection in the driver’s seat. The October day is unseasonably warm, not uncommon in Texas. With the Jeep’s top off, the air whips through the vehicle, and the sun shines on the beautiful, relaxed woman sitting next to me.
Maisy rests an elbow on the doorframe and has one knee drawn to her chest. Before we left Austin, she adjusted her bandana to cover her curls, but the loose ends fly in the wind. I haven’t told her about the paint smudge on her chin because I love seeing it there. It’s a reminder of how I felt watching her get lost in a single moment of our love story. The moment I broke the lock on the cage protecting her jaded heart.
At the end of our session, Irina invited us to discuss our creations. Maisy didn’t speak, but her lips twitched as she considered it. I hope she pursues art therapy as an outlet for working through her emotions. She’s a creative person, and I could tell she felt comfortable baring her soul to the canvas. Today, she made a promising first step.
With a loose grip on the steering wheel, I meet my reflection in her mirrored sunglasses when she turns her head at the same time as me. It’s the reflection of a happy man. A man who has everything he’s ever dreamed of. And my everything is smiling at me like I make her life complete.
I reach over and rub her thigh, which doesn’t help the situation in my pants. I crave her and need to feel her. I want to lose myself in her over and over again, wrapping myself around her heart until I’m the only protection she needs. I’ll be her strength, her shield, the guardian at her back. If I can help it, she’ll never know hurt again—only love and devotion.
Shutting off the engine in our driveway, I say, “Wait there.”
I open her door, unlatch the seatbelt, and lift her into my arms. Knowing where this is going, she kicks off her shoes as we cross the yard, letting them fall to the grass. She waves at a nosy neighbor, but I don’t care about him. I’m too busy calculating how long it will take to get her naked.
Once inside, I kick the door shut behind me and haul her toward the couch. “Why are you wearing so many fucking clothes?” I ask between frantic kisses.
Furiously working to unbuckle her overall straps, she says, “Help me undress.”
I groan and set her on her feet long enough to shove the overalls down her body. Then I fall onto the couch with her straddling my lap. One hand’s already between her legs with a finger in her panties, teasing her entrance. “Undo my pants.”
While she tugs at my belt, I bury the finger inside her. She’s soaked, but it’s been three months since we’ve had sex, and like she says, I have a mega dick. I add a second finger to stretch her, which proves difficult in our current positions. She struggles to push my pants and underwear down, so I lift my hips to help her free my throbbing erection.
“Are you ready for me?” I fist the front of her tiny thong and rip that fucker right off.
“Yes!” A whimper follows her yelp. “Ow. That was like a painful wedgie.”
“Sorry.” Definitely not sorry. “I’ll make it up to you.”
She notches the swollen head of my cock at her entrance, and I squeeze her plump ass cheeks and spread them apart as I lower her onto me, going slow so it’s better for her.
“Holy fuck.” I grit my teeth as she sinks down further, strangling every inch of me.
“Shit, shit, shit,” she chants, her sharp nails digging into my neck.
“Am I hurting you? Tell me if I need to stop.”
“No. Don’t stop.” She widens her thighs, taking more of me, and moans. “God, you feel so good.”
With controlled thrusts, I work my way deeper and deeper inside her. She’s so damn warm and tight, and when her ass settles on my thighs, we both sigh.
“Hold on to me, beautiful. It’s about to get wild because I really missed your pussy.”
I get to work, guiding her up and down my length. Her throaty moans fill the room as I punch my hips to meet her halfway. She makes the sexiest damn sounds on the planet. Our foreheads press together, our lips touching while panting air into each other’s lungs.
“Lose the shirt and the bra,” I say.
She wastes no time stripping them off. As soon as a nipple appears, it quickly disappears right between my lips. I suck on it hard before biting her breast. She rewards me with a loud moan while clamping down on me. I swallow her moan with a dirty, unforgiving kiss, plundering her mouth like it’s the last kiss I’ll ever have.
“I can’t control myself, birdie. I want to ruin you.”
“Ruin me. I’m begging you,” she pleads into my mouth.
Fuck. Yes.
My body takes over, pounding into her at a relentless pace. She cries out, both from pleasure and pain, but mostly pleasure because my woman loves the pain. Bouncing on my lap, she crashes against my thighs, claiming me faster, harder, deeper, as if I’m the one who might run away.
Her fingernails slice into my skin when she says, “I’m so close. Oh my god, J. Do it now!”
I bury my face in her curls, breathing in her tropical scent, and slam our bodies together. Her inner muscles clench, gripping me tight as she reaches the edge of oblivion. My release builds like an explosion waiting to happen. When the tugging sensation stirs low in my gut, I drag my tongue across her collarbone and sink my teeth into her shoulder.
A hoarse cry fills the room, and all her muscles tense before she convulses through a powerful orgasm. Her release gushes out of her and soaks my balls. I hold her tight against my drenched thighs and grind my pelvis like I’m burrowing into her body.
I shoot my cum into her with a rumbling shout of “Fuck me!”
I’m dizzy. Weak. Her featherlight weight on me feels unbelievably heavy when she melts against my chest, the effort to hold herself upright too much as we catch our breaths.
Then the craziest thing happens. Maisy Rae Donovan giggles .
I peel my sweaty head off hers and look at her, my jaw gaping. “Did you just giggle?”
She shrugs a shoulder and tries to hide her smile, but can’t. Then she giggles again.
“Did I break you? Should I call a doctor?”
In answer, she breaks into full-on laughter, which does my tender dick no favors. I wince and slip out of her, but I don’t let her go because she’s still laughing, and I never want it to end.
“Are you laughing at me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she squeaks.
“I just fucked you through an epic orgasm, and you’re laughing at me?”
Lips clamped between her teeth, she nods, fighting to contain her amusement as her face turns purple.
“I’m returning you. You’re defective.”
“No!” She swats a hand on my chest. “I’m just happy.”
I give her an expectant look. “And?”
“And you yelled ‘fuck me’ at the end. After I already did.”
“That’s not what I yelled.”
“Yes, it is.” It totally is.
“You can’t laugh at me for anything I say in the throes of passion. It doesn’t count.”
“The ‘throes of passion?’ Seriously?” The question barely leaves her mouth when her laughter bubbles over again. She flings the back of a hand to her forehead and fakes the worst Southern Belle accent I’ve ever heard. “Fetch the smelling salts, sir. I might swoon from all this passion.”
“You’re broken. I broke you with my mega dick. There’s no other explanation for what’s happening right now.”
“Do not bring up the mega dick. You can’t use my drunk words against me.”
“You can’t use my orgasm words against me!” I tickle her sides, and she squirms and squeals on my messy lap.
“Fine! Okay! Truce! I’m sorry. I love you.” She’s wheezing now, and a goofy grin is stuck on my face.
Hearing her laugh like this transports me back twenty years or so. To a time before the people who were supposed to love her turned their backs on her, including me. Our heartbreaking moment on the porch is one I’ll regret for the rest of our lives. But this? The sight and sound of pure joy that’s kept buried for so long? It’s what I’ve been waiting for. Her happiness makes everything we’ve been through worth the struggle. And I’ll claw my way from the pit a million more times if my reward is watching her soar freely.
So fucking worth it.
I tease her lips with mine and whisper, “Tell me again.”
“I love you. I love you. I love you.”
“And I love you, my beautiful birdie. Now kiss me like you own me, then let’s get ready for this party.”