Chapter 12
Kailey
Jared’s beautiful face is looking up at me, mouth and chin coated with my juices. It’s glistening on his lips, and I want to taste myself on them.
“Kiss me,” I demand breathlessly.
He stops eating me out like his life depends on it, and I notice his body is fully clothed. That damn sexy smile spreads across his face, and I swear I can feel my pussy gushing for him.
Slowly, he crawls up my body, kissing his way up to my face. “You wanna taste yourself on me? It’ll be the best damn thing you’ve ever tasted, Dimples.” His lips hover over mine, challenging me.
My tongue slides out in anticipation. I swipe, not once, but twice, over his lips, then he freely opens his mouth, letting our tongues fight for control.
Jared unlatches his plump lips, resting his forehead against me, catching his breath. “Holy shit, you are so sexy, baby. I want to be inside you. I need to be inside you. Right. Now.”
His mouth is back on mine and I swallow his needy moans.
My hands make quick work of undoing his pants, pulling his briefs down with them.
I knew he was big, by the bulge I could feel when dry humping him, and when I gripped him bare.
But feeling his dick in my hand with no barrier, it’s a hit of instant ecstasy.
Heat spreads throughout my body, pulsing in my pussy.
My thumb swirls the pre-cum leaking out of his tip, as my other hand slides down his thick girth to play with his smooth balls.
Jared’s biceps strain against his navy blue shirt, head back, eyes closed, trying to hold in his moans.
Once our kiss ends, those muscular arms rip off his shirt and throw it behind us somewhere.
Jared’s movement pauses. “Do you think you can take it?” His tone is serious, almost worried.
She, my pussy, is leaking for him—drenched. “Give it to me.” I guide his dripping tip to my entrance. Jared’s hips shudder against me in anticipation.
He stops moving. Grinning down at me wickedly, he says, “I think I need to stretch you out first, baby. Make sure you can take all of me.”
Before I can argue, two thick fingers plunge into me, hard and fast. My thighs spread farther apart, a silent plea, begging him for more. Unable to stop myself, I moan his name, loud, not caring who will hear.
“So.” Two fingers continue thrusting in and out of my pussy. “Fucking.” Thrusting deeper. “Tight.” He pulses his hand while adding another finger. The pace is painful, but also, not enough at the same time.
My mind is on edge. I need more, my hips chasing his fingers. I clench my pussy around his fingers inside me. I pull his hair, making him look at me. “I need you now.”
Jared smiles and bites his swollen bottom lip, eyes rolling up to capture mine.
That beautiful stare, full of lust and longing.
Damn, I never want him to look at me any other way ever again.
He slowly removes his fingers from inside me, and, immediately, I feel empty.
Holding out his wet fingers for me to see, he makes a show of sucking each finger clean.
Jared’s hips line up with mine, and as he stares into my soul, I know he’s silently asking if I’m sure and if I really want to do this.
“Yes, please, please, please!” I beg underneath him. I will give this man whatever he wants. At this point, I’m barely able to register the sound of the condom wrapper when he tears it open.
“Say what you need, Dimples…”
“I need you inside me now.”
He growls, “Good girl.” His lips latch onto mine as he thrusts into me in one go. Oh god, he’s big; I can feel my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. Jared swallows up my cries of relief with each kiss.
“You’re mine now.” Thrust. “l love you so fucking much,” he hums into my open mouth, as he pushes his dick even deeper inside me.
“This pussy is mine.” And I know his words ring true with each sting that shoots through me while he continues to stretch me impossibly wider.
Making me take all of him, he shows me that he’s now claimed all of me.
I’ve had other sex partners, but he is by far the biggest I’ve ever been with. Every thrust of his hips leaves me feeling fuller. Like there had always been an emptiness that’s been waiting for Jared’s thick cock to fill it.
“I love you too,” I half-scream, half-moan as my pussy clenches around his cock in a death grip, and my orgasm pulsates through me. I gasp for air as white lights blur my vision, and my body is tingling from my nipples down to my toes.
A loud grunt vibrates the air around me. Jared’s last thrust shoots his orgasm close behind mine. He’s holding himself up by his elbows on either side of my head, to make sure his weight doesn’t crush me.
Jared places a peck on my cheek. “I thought you were beautiful before, but after an orgasm, looking freshly fucked, you are drop dead gorgeous, Dimples.”
Rising up from the blanket, I lick the sweat off of his neck, then kiss him deeply.
“Right back at ya, stud.” Breathless, I let myself fall back down onto the blanket, trying to catch my breath from the best sex of my life.
Jared rolls himself off of me, tying the condom off and tossing it into the bed of his truck. Whew, glad he was thinking of safety first, because, clearly, I was not. My body officially cannot be trusted to fully function around this man.
Lying on his right side, head resting in his hand, he stares at me.
His body is covered with a light coat of sweat, his abs contracting with each heavy breath.
Slightly shaking my head with a smile, I can’t believe this guy is mine.
Unbelievably sexy, abs that continue on for days, and he treats me like a queen.
A Greek goddess is what he calls me, but he’s actually my Greek god.
When I finally catch my breath, I look him straight in his emerald green eyes. “That was the hottest, best damn sex I have ever had. And I do want to go again… but I think my pussy needs a breather from that monster dick of yours.”
A bark of a laugh comes from him. “You think he is a monster?”
Jared pulls me on top of him, our naked sweaty bodies mingling together underneath the moon and stars.
The coldness from my pendant’s chain feels like heaven.
My nipples pebble up as a small breeze cascades over us.
But he doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping us with the extra blanket.
The air around us smells like sex and sweat.
“That was the best damn sex I’ve ever had too. Your pussy is no monster at all… And can own my dick anytime.” He pulls me in closer, arms wrapping around me. Happiness—all I feel is so damn happy… and sticky.
I look up from the crease of his shoulder. Adoration is all I see looking back at me. I kiss him, long and hard, trying to seal all my emotions into that kiss.
After what feels like a long enough break for my bottom lips, I playfully nudge Jared to his back.
His body willingly lays down. My legs straddle him down onto the blanket, locking him underneath me.
The blanket falls down my back, leaving my bare breasts free.
The heart pendant doesn’t reach down to my breasts, but rests above my clavicle.
My hair freely flows down my back, and I debate putting it up into the hair tie I always have on my wrist. But looking down at Jared, he’s utterly mesmerized, watching me.
His fingers edge around my necklace, then down to my breasts as he gives each one a good playful pinch.
The pleasurable pain causes my head to fall back and my lower back to arch up.
I gaze up at the beautiful sky; the moon is fully out now with scattered stars.
The pond is showing its beautiful reflection.
I smell our citrus spray mixed in with Jared’s cinnamon whiskey cologne.
Slowly shifting my hips back and forth on him, his half-chubbed dick stirs to life.
My pussy, already knowing what’s to come, is soaked and willing.
The tip of his dick nudges my entrance with every playful thrust, back and forth, back and forth.
I know I’m teasing us both, but I want to see how far he can be pushed, before taking control of the situation.
His eyes dilate, heat encompassing them, his dick now fully lathered with my natural lube.
Jared lifts me off of him like I weigh nothing, rolls to his side, and grabs a small packet from the back pocket of his jeans.
He makes quick work of wrapping his engorged dick.
Grabbing my hips, he slowly lowers me down, letting me take him, inch by inch.
Biting my lip, I try to hide the sting of him stretching me. Shit.
Then he relaxes back, giving up control; I ride him like he’s a bronc and I’m the rider.
The moans he lets slip out, drive me to work harder.
Raking my hands through his dark brown hair, I feel my orgasm building.
He must feel my pussy start to strangle his cock, because he grabs my hips, holding me in place, and fucks me hard, fast, and deep.
His balls bottom out, slapping my body in all the right spots, until we’re both coming at the same time.
“Fuck,” he growls into the crease of my sweaty neck, and his body stills.
Still intact, we lay there in utter bliss, soaking it all in together, our bodies sticking to each other in a sweaty mess. His dick eventually softens, slumping out of me. I know that if I don’t get up and go pee soon, I will definitely be rocking a urinary tract infection tomorrow.
I lightly tap his pec. “I’m gonna go by the truck and pee real quick and grab us each a water bottle.”
Jared goes to work on cleaning himself up, and rolls over to find his boxer briefs.
“Deal, but hurry back. I’m already lonely without your body next to mine.” He raises his eyebrows to make more of an impression while patting the blanket next to him.
After peeing by the passenger door of the truck, I do a little shimmy to drip-dry, since there’s no toilet paper.
I search around for my lost panties, realizing once I find them that they’re a ripped soaking mess.
I toss them aside and grab Jared’s shirt to wear instead.
It will have to do for now. We take the much-needed break and guzzle down the water Jared set aside earlier.
I snuggle into him, our bodies molding together like they were made for it.
When what seems like only a few minutes have passed, I hear his breathing even out, and his chest is rising up and down in a peaceful rhythm.
Tossing my hair over my shoulder, I put my chin on my hands, freely staring up at Jared.
His hair is now unkempt, still handsome as ever with a light dusting of stubble on his face.
Even without a hat to tame down his hair, Jared still takes my breath away.
Lips are overly plump from all the kissing that’s been done tonight.
Even after those two mouthwatering sex workouts, I still want more of this man.
Leaning towards his face, I place a soft kiss to his lips, and he smiles in his sleep.
I grab Jared’s left wrist; I can feel his strong pulse beneath my fingertips, and my lips connect to the skin, pressing two soft, quick kisses to the inside. “You’re my pulse. You make my heart beat. I love you.”
Grabbing my birthday gift off of where it’s resting on my neck, I continue to swing the heart diamond pendant up and down its chain.
A relaxing rhythm forms, as I realize this is the happiest I’ve been in my entire life.
There’s a soft dull ache in my gut, as I wonder how long this bliss can really last?