Hot Girls keep it in the Family – J.L. Ash #3
Time flies as we talk about our lives, how we grew up.
What we wanted to be when we were older.
Every time someone comes in the back door to get another drink, Walker gives them a look that has them removing themselves from the space immediately.
There’s something about this man that commands the room, and I can’t sit here and say that I’m not falling for it.
Then something happens that has my heart nearly stop in my chest. Walker’s entire face lights up at the mention of his daughter. I can tell just by his demeanor that that little girl means everything to him. And for some reason, that makes him even more attractive.
“Can I ask you something?” I blurt, unable to stop myself. I have to know. I need to know what he thinks about me. He’s older. Wiser. Surely he wouldn’t lie to me just to make me feel better about my situation.
His eyes widen a fraction before he nods. “You can ask me anything.”
I look anywhere but at him. “Am I pretty?” I swallow the knot forming in my throat. “I mean, I really don’t understand why he would cheat on me. I’m a good girlfriend. I thought—”
He pushes off the wall and closes the distance between us, cupping my cheek. Then he brushes his thumb along my temple. “Look at me.”
I crane my neck up so I can stare into those blue eyes.
“If I told you that you were pretty, I would be a liar.” My heart sinks. I thought I was pretty. I thought that maybe I was good enough— “Because you are drop-dead gorgeous,” he continues. “And if you were mine, I would show you that every day.”
An overwhelming urge to kiss him slams through me as I trail my hands up his body to reach behind his neck.
Then I lift onto my tippy toes and drag his mouth down to mine.
When our lips collide, he growls against them, deepening the kiss and lifting me into his arms. On instinct, I wrap my legs around his waist as he crashes me against the wall behind me.
A moment later, without breaking our kiss, he walks us to the nearby couch and sits me down gently, following me down onto the couch.
His hands roam my body, each touch sending a chill down my spine and forcing me to arch into him.
I want more. I want him to touch every part of me.
I don’t care if anyone watches us from the windows.
No one else matters but him right now.
I moan as he rubs between my legs, pressing against my pussy through my shorts. I can feel how hard he is for me. How much he wants me, just like I want him. I want more. So much more.
He runs his fingers along my collarbone, down the hem of my shirt.
I don’t fight him when he slips them under the fabric and inches his way up my stomach to my breasts.
I’m not wearing a bra. I hardly ever do, as they are too small for them to matter.
It’s one of my biggest embarrassments about myself.
And if this were Parker, I wouldn’t give a shit. But I don’t want to disappoint Walker.
He doesn’t say a word about them as his large, rough hand grasps one in his grip, and I arch against him. He runs his thumb along my nipple gently at first, testing to see how I react. Then he kisses me hard and pinches my nipple between his fingers.
Itching to feel what is pressed between my legs, I trail my hand down his covered chest and dip underneath the waistband of his shorts.
His breath hitches when I cup him, splaying my fingers around his bulge.
I lean back, wanting to see his reaction to me, and when our eyes meet, I’m not disappointed.
He looks at me like he could eat me. Truly devour me whole if only given the chance.
Slowly, I unbutton his shorts and unzip them, letting his cock spring free of them. Then I push his underwear down. I want to feel him heavy against me.
“Mmm,” he groans. “Like what you see?”
My eyes widen when I look between us. His cock is huge compared to Parker’s, and I’m not sure I will be able to fit him inside of me. But that doesn’t stop me from licking my lips.
He looks behind me toward the back door and grunts. “One sec.” Then his weight is gone as I watch him walk to all the doors, locking them and closing the windows.
As he walks back toward me, he pulls his shirt over his head, and my mouth salivates. He’s hot as hell.
I squirm on the couch as he gets closer, now standing over me with a smirk as he looks down my body. “You have entirely too many clothes on.”
I smile. “Maybe I just wanted to watch.”
He raises his brow before kneeling beside me, spreading my legs wide. “Maybe I didn’t ask what you wanted.”
He presses my back against the couch and leans down between my legs, biting at my thighs as he goes. Then he inhales and groans. “Mouthwatering.”
I rest my hand on his head as he bites at the center of my jeans and don’t fight him as he cups my ass and pulls my shorts down my body to expose me.
Then he leans back on his heels and admires me. I find myself wanting to close myself off to him. I don’t want him to see every fault I have. Every scar. Every bump. What if he doesn’t like what he sees?
All of those thoughts fall away as he sinks a finger inside me, once, twice, then another finger follows that one, and I arch against him. “Mmm, baby. You’re soaking wet for me.”
I can’t form words as he trails his free hand under my shirt to squeeze my nipple between his fingers.
He finger fucks me slowly at first, making sure to hit every spot exactly how I like it, until I am a squirming mess.
I need more. Faster. Harder. More. “More!” I cry out as he sinks both fingers so deep inside of me, I feel like I’m being split in two.
Then he presses his mouth to my clit and laps at me right before I explode.
Pleasure crawls up my spine, sparks fly behind my lids as he takes exactly what he wants from me. Then I cry out, fingers digging into his shoulder as I fight to find something to hold on to as my climax takes over my entire body.
By the time he is done licking me, I’m a shaky mess, and he has a smirk plastered on his face that I would kneel for.
“You’re satisfied with yourself,” I grumble.
He nods. “Mhmm. Now, I need you to follow me.”
“Wha–” I start, but he just holds out his hand, and I grab it as he hoists me onto my feet. We walk down the hallway, past a few bedrooms, before he reaches above a door frame and grabs a key, unlocking the door.
Before it is fully open, he scoops me off my feet and drags me into the room, letting the door slam behind us. There’s a rush of movements as we make our way to his bed.
“Take your shirt off. I want to see you,” he commands as he follows me up the bed.
My hands shake as I pull it up my body. Terrified that he won’t like what he sees. I know my breasts are nothing to look at, but he doesn’t seem to care as he licks his lips when they are exposed.
“My god, you are beautiful,” he says, straddling my legs, letting me sit up slightly toward the headboard of the bed, and then he inches closer. “I want to feel your mouth.”
I nod, letting him get closer before wrapping my lips around his huge cock. I moan when it touches my tongue, and he sucks in air through his teeth. “Mmm, fucking perfect,” he groans, pushing in further into my mouth.
I let him start his pace, inching in and out in slow, short thrusts, until he gets faster. My head slowly begins to bang against the headboard, but he places his hand behind it so it doesn’t hurt. His hand fists through my hair, locking me to him as he fucks my mouth.
Then he goes to pull out, his legs shaking slightly, but I’m not done. I quickly grip his ass and pull him back toward me, swallowing his cock to the back of my throat. I look up at him, our eyes colliding as his hips stutter. “Baby, you have to stop, or I’m going to cum.”
I hum against him, watching as his pupils dilate and his eyes slowly begin to close as the pleasure nearly takes him over the edge. Just as his ass clenches and I think he’s going to cum down my throat, he quickly pulls out of my mouth with a plop, and my head falls back against the bed.
He growls at me, rolling off the bed with a huff. “I’m going to fuck you senseless for that move, woman.” Then he climbs back onto the bed and lies beside me. “Ride me.”
I do as I’m told. Getting on my knees and swinging one leg over his hip.
I want to feel him inside of me right now.
I make sure to coat his dick with my juices before sliding fully down onto his cock, my nails gripping his bare chest. My head falls back in pleasure as he groans beneath me.
“Walker,” I moan as he seats fully into me.
He grips my hips, moving me back and forth a few times before they fall away to the bed, and he arches against me. “Take control, baby. I want to watch you fuck me.”
I blush. I’m not used to being on top. Parker always does fucking missionary, and it's done before I even get off. But now… I feel empowered. I feel like I have control.
I inch higher, letting him nearly fall out of me before slamming back down, and his face scrunches. “Oh, fuck yeah, baby. Ride me hard and fast.”
And I do. Fucking him the way I’ve always wanted to be fucked. Feeling him swell inside of me with every thrust. “Oh, fuck.” I moan, as my climax rushes me out of nowhere. I’m so close, I can almost taste it.
One second, I’m the one in control, and the next, his hands are on my hips again, and he is pounding up into me.
My head falls back with every thrust. Every muscle in my body begins to clench as another orgasm is right on the edge. “Ahh,” I cry out as I reach the edge.
“Come with me, baby,” he growls, and I fall… hard.
My hips stutter. My legs shake. And pleasure rushes through me as I feel him empty himself inside of me.
Just as the rush calms down, I fall to the side of him on my back and stare up at the ceiling. That was incredible. Like, truly fantastic. I’ve never been fucked like that before.
Walker pulls me against him, wrapping his arms around me, letting his fingers trail circles along my skin lightly. “Are you okay?”