Jett #3
Her arms wrap around my neck. Her lips are only inches from mine. “Hi, love.”
I run my hands up and down her back before quickly moving them under her lingerie until they grab her bare ass. “You look stunning. I want to eat you alive, but first, we have some business to take care of.”
I buck my hips up so she knows exactly what kind of business I mean.
Pressing her lips to mine, she sighs in contentment. “Hmm, I missed you.”
I mumble into her lips, “I hate every second I’m not with you,” before I sweep my tongue through her mouth. Her soft lips melt into mine, and happiness fills every pore in my body.
Our kiss turns heated in mere seconds. Our hips grind together in perfect sync. It’s like she needs me as much as I need her. I’ve never shared this much passion with a woman before. It’s all-consuming.
Her fingers move up and under my sweatshirt. Her nails scrape over my chest. “Your chest,” she pants, “I want to feel your chest on mine.”
I lift my arms, and she briefly breaks the kiss to pull my sweatshirt up and over my head, tossing it somewhere in the car. I push the cups of her lingerie down until her breasts spill out. She loves it when we’re chest to chest. Her softness rubbing against my hardness.
With our mouths fused again, she lifts until she can pull down my sweatpants enough to free my cock. She breaks the kiss, looks down, and sucks in a breath when she sees it. “Ho-lee-shit. What is in those shakes?”
I shrug. “I have no idea, but it’s powerful. Not as powerful as your pussy though.”
She licks her lips, staring at my dick as she slowly begins pumping it with her tiny hand. “The veins look like they might explode. I can’t wait to sit on this.”
I close my eyes in pleasure as I cup her breasts, running my thumbs over her nipples. “It feels like it might explode. God, I need to be inside you.”
“It’s so…hard. I know rock hard is an expression, but this is…wow. Beyond rock hard. Iron or titanium hard.”
“I’m aware.”
“You put the rock in cock.”
I chuckle as I reach between her legs, running my fingertips through her wet center, already dripping with need. “You like what you see, don’t you, naughty girl?”
She wordlessly nods, still transfixed on my dick.
Slipping a finger inside her, I have to close my eyes, wishing it was my currently pained appendage. I’m so close to getting what I want. What I need.
I pull it out and run it under my nose. “Hmm, so good.”
She slides her pussy over my cock one long, slow time.
“Fallon,” I plead. “Please sit on it.”
The little minx gives me a smile, one that tells me we’re doing this her way and she’s not going to make it easy on me.
Her hands move back up my chest, and she licks across the seam of my mouth while running her pussy over my cock over and over again. Back and forth on top of it, covering it with her juices.
Each time my tip passes her entrance, she pauses as if teasing me before moving past it.
I groan in both pleasure and torture. Pleasure in that it feels good, but torture in that I need to be inside her with a desire I barely recognize. She smiles into my mouth as she continues to tease me, clearly enjoying the fact that she’s driving me insane.
“You want inside my wet pussy?” she whispers. “Do you want me to ride you into ecstasy?”
“Yes,” I answer too quickly and desperately, earning me another smile against my mouth while she continues to roll her hips over me, getting into a rhythm.
She kisses along my jawline. “My pussy is extra tight and wet tonight. Your monster cock will be squeezed within an inch of its life.”
I let out a growl as I thrust my hips up, earning a moan from her lips.
Minutes go by, but she does nothing but continue to tease me. It’s like she’s trying to break me.
Unable to take it anymore, I grab her by the throat and lift her body a few inches off mine. “You think you’re in charge, but you’re not.”
Her eyes flutter as she mouths, “Fuck me.”
I bring my tip to her entrance, about to give her what she wants—what I want—but decide I need to mess with her too.
Leveraging her by both her neck and hip, I move her up and down only an inch or two. She wiggles, trying to sink down on me, but this little temptress isn’t getting what she needs until I say it’s time. Payback is a bitch.
Her face is flushed. Her lips are kiss-swollen. She’s so damn beautiful it’s almost too much to bear. “P…p…please,” she begs, still trying to push herself down onto me.
Up and down, I easily move her over my tip. I can feel her juices now dripping down my cock onto my balls. She’s beyond worked up.
“It doesn’t feel good to be teased, does it, naughty girl?”
With both her hands on my wrist of the hand around her neck, she shakes her head as much as she can. Her eyes squeeze shut.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I command.
She immediately does as she breathes, “Fuck me, Daddy Jett.”
With our eyes transfixed on each other, I slowly lower her about halfway on my dick before slamming her down the rest of the way to the hilt.
She emits loud, indecipherable sounds, but I can’t focus on them because I’ve officially entered the pearly gates.
She’s soft, wet, and tight. Her pussy was made for me. I’m orbiting somewhere in outer space right now, and it’s perfection.
The fact that we’re in my car in the middle of nowhere is forgotten. It’s just the two of us and the special connection we share. My head spins every single time I’m inside her. Nothing and no one matters except us.
Her breathing becomes labored. Her full lips are parted as she struggles to take me. “Oh god. So big,” she pants. “Give me a minute.”
“I’ll give you forever,” I manage to croak out as words escape my lips without control and forethought.
Her bright blue eyes widen momentarily as they meet mine, and she nods, letting me know she’s right there with me. This is it for me. She’s the one. The one I’ve waited my whole life for. The one I never thought would come.
She begins rocking her body over mine, taking me deeper into her pussy with each revolution of her hips.
She’s starting to lose control. Her movements are becoming erratic. “You fuck me so good, Jett. No one has ever made me feel the way you do.”
“Do you feel every inch of what you do to me?”
“Yes,” she pants, as her nails dig into my shoulders in a way I know will leave marks.
“Do you want me deeper? Do you want me to take more of you?”
She nods while her tits bounce up and down over me.
I pull her hair. “Beg for more. Prove your submission to me.”
“God, yes. Please. My ass,” she yells. “It’s yours.”
Fucking hell.
I take over from underneath, grabbing her hips and thrusting up like a man possessed. I can’t get deep enough. I want deeper.
The sultry sounds of satisfaction from her mouth only spur me further. They’re ricocheting around the confines of the car like they’re on speakers.
It’s not just her, it’s me too. I’m right there with her, losing my mind, unable to control what’s coming out of my mouth.