Chapter 6
6
DUKE
I needed to get this underwear off Jessalyn.
That was my big challenge.
I’d made her come once, and I planned to do it again, but right now I had to be inside her.
I moved her legs off me and reached for the waistband of her underwear, gradually tugging it down.
She lifted her body to help, and that made it not so challenging, after all.
But as I was eyeing her most private part, something hit me.
A thought that stopped my blood.
“I don’t have protection,” I said as much to myself as to her.
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill. I’m safe.”
Those words changed everything.
I’d been bracing for the very real possibility that we wouldn’t be able to see this through—not unless I took her back to my RV.
Even then, I was pretty sure the condoms tucked into my nightstand were expired.
“Pull down your jeans and underwear,” she said.
“I want to see.”
Her request surprised me.
I hadn’t expected her to be so eager, but she had been touching it, and her sense of exploration had just about done me in.
It was hard to forget that Jessalyn was doing all this for the first time.
The thrill of being the only person to have ever gotten this close to her hit me in a place that had nothing to do with sex.
Dammit. If I wasn’t careful, I’d fall in love with this woman.
Maybe I was already well on the way to doing just that.
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, trying to keep things lighthearted.
I hitched a thumb under each side of the waistband of my jeans.
It took me a second to grab the underwear too.
I shoved all of it down, stopping when she sucked in a hefty dose of air at the sight of my erection.
Did that mean she liked what she saw?
I sure hoped so.
This time, she didn’t ask for permission to touch.
She just reached out and wrapped her hand around me, staring with admiration in her eyes as she moved her hand all the way to the base and back up again.
It hit me hard. This woman was exactly what I needed in my life.
Everything had clicked into place.
It all made sense. My life made sense.
“Should we get off the bike?” I asked.
I was having a hard time not staring at those beautiful tits, and I wanted to put my hands on them again, but this time from behind.
I’d touch her and stroke her while I gently probed her entrance.
She’d have her legs spread, hands on the bike.
I had to hold in a groan at the fantasy as it fled through my brain.
“Can we do it like this?” she asked.
Before I could fully process her words, she shifted around until she positioned me at her entrance, her wetness surrounding my tip.
I didn’t think it was possible to fuck while seated on a bicycle, but she was already pushing me deeper inside her, wiggling around until there was no question that we could definitely do it like this.
I wouldn’t be able to move much because my legs were keeping us upright on this two-wheeled beast, but she probably needed to do most of the work, anyway.
Otherwise, I ran the risk of going too deep and hurting her.
It was all way too much.
The feel of that sweet, tight pussy surrounding me.
The way her hands gripped my shoulders, relying on me to keep her on the bike.
The sight of her beautiful body, bare for me.
And the fact that we were doing this on a bike—and it was her first time ever.
I had to close my eyes and think about work just to keep from coming within seconds of entering her.
I moved my thumb back to her clit and began stroking her.
It helped take my mind off how good this felt.
When I dared to open my eyes again, she wore a grimace.
Yes, she was definitely in pain, but hopefully, that would get easier, and the pleasure would start to build again.
She didn’t take me too deep, but she didn’t have to.
This would be easier the next time and the next.
And soon, it wouldn’t hurt at all.
I’d make sure of it.
Yes, I knew as I looked at her that Jessalyn was the woman for me.
We’d be together for the rest of my life— my life, not hers.
I didn’t want to walk a single second on this earth without her by my side.
I’d fallen, and I’d fallen hard.
And I wasn’t even sure how it had happened.
It was meant to be. That was the only explanation I could come up with.
“Keep doing that,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“I think it’s helping.”
I knew exactly what she meant.
I did one better. I moved my other hand to her breast and ran my thumb over her nipple at the same time I touched her clit.
She arched her back in response.
Her nipples were sensitive.
I’d have all kinds of fun with that.
“Oh, yes,” she said.
“Just like that. Fuck.”
She didn’t seem like someone who cussed a lot.
Maybe she did. Maybe I just associated her innocence with a lack of profanity.
But I liked it, especially right now.
And that was when I had to close my eyes again.
I kept up what I was doing, though.
I didn’t need my eyes open to do that.
She made all kinds of sexy sounds this time.
When I peeked and saw her throwing her head back, her lips parted, her chest heaving, my eyes opened the rest of the way to stare at her.
She wasn’t the slightest bit self-conscious—at least it didn’t seem that way.
She was letting herself go in front of me, opening up completely, and it meant everything to me.
“Oh God, I’m coming,” she said.
That gave me permission to stop holding back.
I opened my eyes and took in everything in front of me—the beautiful woman riding my cock combined with the fact that we were out in the open air, where anyone could stumble upon us…
Damn, this was hot. We’d have to do it again sometime.
That thought catapulted me over the edge.
I let out a loud cry as my balls tightened and my cock began throbbing inside her.
As I shot cum into that tight channel of hers, I couldn’t help but think about what would happen if she weren’t on birth control.
We could have made a baby tonight.
That wouldn’t be the case this time.
But in the future… I could be a dad, and she would be my wife.
“Oh, fuck,” I said as I spilled the last of my seed into her.
It was a good “oh fuck.” It came with the realization that my life had changed permanently.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.