Jett #2
When the song ends, I dip her and kiss her deeply. Can she feel how much I love her? How much I need her?
I pour everything I have into that kiss. Every deep emotion I have for this amazing woman.
I can’t help but move my hands all over her curves. She’s got a true hourglass figure. She’s every wet dream come true, and she never fails to turn me on. One look. One touch. One taste. That’s all it takes.
As I lift her, she wraps her legs around me and runs her soft center over my hardness. My need for her never wanes.
As I move us toward the pool, she breaks the kiss and gives me that look that tells me she’s going to be naughty. One that makes my dick harden to steel in less than a second. “Let’s grab the bottle of wine,” she suggests.
“What do you have in mind, naughty girl?”
She bites her lower lip. “You’ll see.”
I move us toward the table, and she leans back, grabbing the bottle before I walk us to the pool steps and straight into the warm, soothing water.
I move us until we’re a bit deeper. It’s just hitting below my waist when I place her on the lip of the pool.
“Take your top off,” I instruct in a deep voice.
Curving her kiss-swollen lips into a sultry smile, she reaches back and unclasps her bikini top, letting it fall away with her full, luscious breasts spilling out.
I let out a moan when I see them. “You’re not ready for what I’ve been imagining doing to you.”
“Do it,” she begs. “All of it.” She licks her lips. “Let me sweeten the deal for you.”
She pours some of the wine over her breasts. I can see the maroon droplets falling from her nipples.
“Tell me what you taste, Jeffries.”
I lean forward and slowly run my tongue through the valley between her tits before I circle it over each nipple.
It’s a combination of good wine and Fallon.
“Blackberries.” Kiss. “Raspberries.” Kiss.
“Chocolate.” Kiss. I hold her breasts together and stare at them.
“I guess you were right, there are pears in red wine.”
She giggles. “Told ya so.”
I move my hands down and loop my fingers into the sides of her bottoms. She lifts, allowing me to slide them down her shapely legs before I spread them wide open and stare at the pink, weeping flesh between her legs.
As I’m staring, she dumps the last bit of wine down her body and lets it trickle between her legs. I stare as my favorite wine drips through the most intimate region of my favorite person. What a combination.
She leans back on her hands to give me the full view. “Keep looking at me like that, Daddy Jett, and I’ll forget how to behave.”
The corners of my mouth raise in amusement as I run my finger through her and then suck it into my mouth.
She lets out a whimper. “Put that dimple away, or I’ll sit on it.”
“That can be arranged, but first I want to hear that little gasp you make when Daddy Jett teases you just right.”
My fingers trail up her inner thigh until they reach her center, running through her again, but this time much slower. When I add a little more pressure to her clit, she sucks in a breath with a soft whimper at the end. “There it is, angel face. You make my cock leak with that little noise.”
“Prove it,” the little minx challenges.
I reach into my bathing suit and pull my cock over the waistband. It’s a few inches higher than the top of my bathing suit. She stares at it while licking her lips. “I love that you leak for me like I leak for you. You have the best dick.”
“And you have the tastiest pussy. Tonight, it has a few extra notes of raspberry, and raspberries happen to be my favorite fruit.”
At that, I throw her legs over my shoulders and lift her into the air with her pussy in my face.
She lets out a screech at the unexpected move.
I look up at her. “You’re going to ride my face. Fuck my tongue. Use me. Own your pleasure.”
I then bury my face between her legs, spearing her opening with my tongue.
She emits a loud noise as she grips my hair for dear life and gyrates her hips over my face.
I step back a few feet so I’m standing in the middle of the pool with her straddling my face. Her thighs squeeze my head while my fingers dig into her ass cheeks to keep her in place.
I continue to fuck her as deep as I can with my tongue while moving my nose over her clit. I’ve never done anything remotely like this. I’m surrounded by her scent, and her juices are lathered all over my face.
Her body rolls and bounces as she takes ownership of her pleasure. I can feel her tits hit my head each time she comes down. It’s hot as hell.
She screams into the night without any consideration of the volume. I do have a good amount of land—the houses aren’t on top of each other—but my neighbors can likely hear her. They may think I’m killing her.
She owns this position as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, trusting my strength to keep her from falling.
I move my tongue to her clit and suck on it. She emits a loud noise as her entire body convulses, and she explodes violently and loudly, flooding my mouth and face with her orgasm.
Her squirting is my favorite thing in the world. I’ll buy a new sofa every week if I can elicit these responses from her. It’s so satisfying as a man and as her lover to bring her that amount of pleasure.
When I’m sure she’s finished, I slide her down my body until her panting mouth meets mine for a wet, sloppy, Fallon-come-covered kiss. It’s lips, tongue, and teeth. It’s addictive.
“I need to be inside you,” I growl into her mouth as my cock feels like it could explode.
“My ass,” she breathes. “Bend me over the side of the pool and fuck my ass.”
Jesus Christ, her mouth.
I’ve had fingers in there, but not my cock yet. I ache for this.
I move toward the side of the pool at a pace that defies physics, quickly flipping her and bending her over. I spit right into her puckered hole and slide two fingers inside, followed by three, to get her ready. My dick has a lot of girth, and I don’t want to hurt her.
She turns her head around. “Go slow when you enter and stop when you’re all the way in to give me a few seconds to acclimate. I’ll tell you when to move.”
I nod as I bring my tip to her back entrance and slowly ease it in. I think my eyes roll around in my head in pleasure. “Oh fuck, Fallon. It’s so tight.”
She lets out a moan. “So good. So full.” She sucks in a breath. “Keep going. Slowly.”
I spit on her opening again to make sure it’s lubricated for her as I eventually push all the way inside her. My eyes cross in pleasure as I wait for her to tell me she’s ready for me to move.
My entire body is shaking in anticipation. The need to thrust is feral, but I don’t want to hurt her.
I slide my hand around her body and rub her clit to help her loosen a bit more.
She takes a few long breaths before eventually turning around and commanding, “Make my ass yours, Daddy Jett.”
And I do.
We’re lying naked on one of my oversized, cushioned, pool lounge chairs with a large blanket covering our bodies, facing each other in our post-coital bliss.
I reach under the blanket and squeeze her butt. “I hope I made that ass mine,” I joke.
She giggles as she leans forward and kisses my lips. “My ass and my pussy. I don’t know how you held me in the air like that for as long as you did.”
I make a muscle and wink at her. She laughs with a huge grin on her face. The tension of earlier is long gone, though my guilt isn’t.
I take in her face. “I love your smile so much.”
She wiggles her eyebrows up and down. “You keep fucking me like that and I’ll—”
Before she can finish her sentence, an intruding female voice yells out, “Sex police. You’re busted.”
Fallon and I both shoot up into a seated position in surprise. Fallon quickly pulls the blanket up to cover her chest as we see Kennedy walking toward us from the side of the house.
Tears fill Fallon’s eyes. “Oh my god,” she cries. “Kennedy, I’m so sorry. I wanted to tell you. I…I—”
“It’s my fault,” I quickly admit, not wanting Fallon to shoulder any blame.
“Don’t be upset with Fallon. She loves you and the relationship you’ve formed.
You can blame me. You already hate me.” I study her bizarrely expressionless face as she pulls a chair closer to us and sits. “Why don’t you look surprised?” I ask.
“Oh, I’m surprised,” she answers. “But that surprise occurred an hour ago, when I was last here and watched you dancing and feeling her up.”
Oh fuck, I hope she didn’t see anything else we’ve done tonight.
Her shoulders fall as she continues, “I left in tears when I realized the one mother figure in my life didn’t actually care for me at all. She was using me to get to you.”
Fallon and I both yell, “That’s not true,” at the same time.
Kennedy narrows her eyes at us. “How long has this been going on?”
Without giving any real details, we give a brief synopsis of having met a year ago and then reconnecting a few months later.
She stares at Fallon with hurt written all over her face. “I met you six months ago. Probably not a coincidence,” she accuses.
I open my mouth to explain when Fallon gently rubs my arm. “I can speak for myself, love.”
I nod as I wrap my arm around her to let her know I’m here for her if she needs me.
“Your father and I were already talking when Sulley approached me about the job. She pursued me, not the other way around. You can ask her. That’s exactly what happened.
” Kennedy nods in understanding. “I was on the fence because of you. I wanted the job, it affords me a better home life than my last, but things were complicated enough between you and your dad. I wasn’t sure if it was the right thing to do.
After talking to your dad about it, we agreed I would take the job.
” She stares at Kennedy earnestly. “Did I seek you out to try to get to know you? Honestly? Yes. Did I plan on us becoming as close as we’ve become?
No. That happened naturally. And so you know, I would never betray any of your confidences to your father. ”