Jett #2
She bites her lower lip. “Can I see it?”
I tilt the phone to give her a glimpse, and I hear her gasp. “Oh my god. It’s so…angry. I can actually see the blood pumping through your veins. Did you take something like Viagra?”
I roll my eyes. “Why in the world would I take Viagra if I knew I wasn’t going to be with you? Especially at a damn father and son overnight trip.”
Hmm,” she twists her lips. “It’s odd. I guess you’ll have to jerk off.”
“I just did, but it didn’t help.”
Her eyebrows pinch in confusion. “Tell me what you ate today.”
I go through my meals, but there’s nothing out of the ordinary.
“Anything else?” she asks.
I run through my day in my mind as one moment occurs to me. “Oh, I had a protein shake Beau made after our team workout. He said it would make me stronger.”
Her eyes widen as if in realization.
“What?” I ask. “Do you know something about those shakes? The whole team drank them.”
She scrunches her face. “I heard the girls on our team talking about it a few weeks ago. Apparently Beau makes something called a Boner Shake. It’s protein-rich and intended to increase testosterone production to help with workouts, but massive boners are a side effect.
They were giggling like schoolgirls over it. ”
My jaw tightens. “Was my daughter talking about said Boner Shakes?”
Her lips curl in obvious amusement. “I doubt you want to know the answer to that question.”
I lean my head back. “I think that’s what Humblecut gave me. That little shit. He did this on purpose. I know it.”
She laughs while she places the phone down as if it’s being propped on a pillow between her legs, around her knee area. She wiggles around as she removes her shirt and shorts.
“W…what are you doing?”
“Helping you. Tell me what you want me to do to my body. Touch yourself while you watch me touch myself.”
She lazily runs her fingertips all over her body like the seductress she is. They brush across her pussy before moving up toward her belly. “My fingers,” she breathes, “are busy thinking about you.”
I have to squeeze my dick as it begins leaking for her.
“Fuck, angel face,” I groan, “you’re so perfect.”
“Jett,” she moans as her fingers now move between her breasts, “tell me what you want. What should I do with my fingers?” She makes a show of sucking them into her mouth like a vixen.
The point of view is perfectly situated between her spread legs. I can see moisture beginning to pool at the apex of her thighs. I desperately want to bury my head in there and never come up for air again.
I lick my lips as I begin touching myself. If I thought I was thankful for technology before, it’s nothing compared to how I’m feeling now. “Grab your tits. I want to hear you lose control—just from my words.”
She’s got the best tits I’ve ever seen. They’re natural and big with the pinkest, most perfectly round nipples.
She whimpers as her small hands find her large breasts, rolling her nipples through her fingers.
Saliva pools in my mouth. “I wish I was sucking on them. I can almost taste them on my tongue.”
She brings one of her nipples toward her mouth and sucks it between her wet lips.
Holy shit. That’s an image that won’t soon leave me.
My strokes become ferocious. I might not have skin left on my dick when we’re done.
“Run your fingers through your pussy, but not inside yet.”
With her left hand on her breast, her right seductively descends her body until it runs between her folds.
She lets out a throaty moan, “Uhh, I wish it was your thick fingers running through me. I love your fingers. I love your hands, especially when they’re moving all over my body.
When they push into my tight cunt, I just about lose myself. Every damn time.”
Her mouth will be the end of me. I’m convinced of it.
“Is that tight cunt creamy right now? Is it desperate for my cock to sink inside it?”
“Yes,” she breathes as her back arches like the goddess she is.
I lick my lips. “Taste it for me.”
Without hesitation, she brings her fingers to her mouth. Her eyes close with reverence as she slips two fingers between her lips and makes a show of sucking on them.
“It tastes so good, doesn’t it?”
She nods.
“It’s my favorite meal, and I’m going to feast on you when I get home, but for now, sink your fingers inside that tasty pussy, angel face. Pump them in and out like it’s my fat cock in there.”
She happily and quickly obliges. Her body writhes as she does so.
“Pinch your nipple the way I do,” I further instruct. “Harder.”
Again, she obliges.
“When I get back, I’m going to tie you up and fill that pussy with my come until it’s overflowing.”
She runs her bottom lip through her teeth. “Oh god, Jett, I wish you were here doing that. I need you. I’m so close.”
“Me too.”
“Show me,” she pleads. “I want to see your monster cock explode for me. When it does, taste your come. I need to watch you.”
“Fuck,” I growl, as I come long and hard. Thankfully, I lifted my shirt so it pools on my bare stomach.
Wanting to give her what she needs, I run my finger through it, collecting it, and then stare into the phone as I suck my finger into my mouth, just like she did for me moments ago. I have never in my life done this, but I would burn down the world just to give her a moment of pleasure.
I have a perfect view of what it does to her as her body shakes while she explodes powerfully, screaming my name over and over again. I can see her come dripping down her legs. I wish it was all over my face. I wish I was licking it off my lips. I can almost taste her. Almost.
“Angel face, clean your thighs of your come.”
I can make out her fingers wiping herself before she places them in her mouth and wraps her puffy lips around them. “Hmm, baby, so good. You always make me come so hard.”
At that, I harden again. What the hell? What’s in those Boner Shakes? Fallon turns me on, but this is excessive.
I let out a sigh in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” she croaks out.
I exhale a long breath. “I’m hard again.”
“Are you kidding me?” she asks with incredulity.
“Look.” I pull the phone closer to my cock. “It won’t go down. What the hell am I going to do?”
She chews on her lower lip. “Where exactly are you?”
I explain my location, which is nearly ninety minutes from her house.
Sitting up, she looks into the camera. “I’m going to send you an address.
It’s about halfway between us. When you get there, follow the dirt road through the trees until you get to a clearing.
Stop at the clearing. Don’t go past that, it gets dangerous.
It’s a secluded field. We used to go there to drink in high school.
I’ll meet you there to ride your cock for a bit. ”
“You don’t have to. It’s late. I’ll manage.”
Her eyes move down the frame in a way I can tell she’s staring at my dick. “I don’t want to miss out on that. I’m not satisfied either. I want to meet you.” She licks her lips and points to the camera. “I need to experience that in the warm, hard, thick, deep flesh.”
I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face. I think my dick might be smiling too. He’s definitely drooling. He hasn’t stopped doing that since he and I saw her face tonight.
“Are you sure? I know tomorrow is a big day.”
She nods. “See you in a little bit, Jeffries.”
I deepen my voice. “Fallon.”
“Yes?”
“Wear that red lacy outfit in your bottom drawer. The one I bought you last week. I want to see you in it.”
Her lips curl in amusement. “Yes, Daddy Jett.”
I squeeze my eyes shut at the nickname she’s begun to use. “Please hurry,” I beg with desperation.
I hear her giggling as she ends the call.
I manage to make a forty-minute ride in thirty-two minutes because I can’t wait to have my girl in my arms again. I ache to be inside her body. Physically ache. She makes me feel like a teenager experiencing love for the first time. She makes me feel.
I get to the address where my navigation drops me and notice the dirt road continues through the trees. I follow it until a clearing and then pull over to the side, allowing space for her car.
The seconds tick by like minutes. The minutes feel like hours. Where is she? My dick is straining against my sweatpants. I’m thankful I didn’t wear jeans tonight. My cock would have nowhere to go.
I finally see headlights as Fallon’s car pulls into view. I’m bouncing in my seat like a toddler. My hands are physically shaking. Hurry, angel. I need you.
I open the car window, and she does the same as she comes to a stop. Batting her eyelashes, she coos, “Fifty bucks, Grandpa. For seventy-five, the wife can watch.”
I bark out a laugh at her Pretty Woman reference. She’s so funny. I love her sense of humor…and everything else about her.
I cheekily respond, “I would have paid four thousand,” also from the movie.
Without missing a beat, she answers, “I would have done it for two.”
We both smile before she exits her vehicle and makes her way toward me.
Wow. I have no words. She looks like a sex goddess.
She’s in fire engine red lingerie per my instructions.
The lacy top supports her generous breasts, though they look like they’re about to pop out.
The bottom part is very short and very see-through.
She’s not wearing panties. Her hourglass figure is on full display.
She’s even wearing matching stilettos to cap off the whole look. Women don’t get sexier than this.
She bends over and looks through my window. “Going my way, stranger?”
“I’ll be going straight inside you in about thirty seconds,” I respond.
She glances down at my severely tented pants and starts laughing. “I will never—I mean never—look at gray sweatpants the same again.”
I open the car door. “Get your sexy ass in here and sit on this thing before it explodes.”
She happily climbs inside and straddles me with her little body. I had already pushed the seat all the way back to give us room.
When I close the door, my car is immediately enveloped in her floral scent. God, I love the way she smells.