Chapter 16
J.T
Holy. Fuck.
Eating Kelly McCrae out is one of my top five fantasies.
Having her come so hard she squirts all over my bearded face when I do? Easily soars to number one.
“Fuck, honey, you’re so goddamn sexy. Look at you, squirting like a good girl all over my mouth.”
“W-what?” she gasps, trying to sit up, and I see it.
Her shock. Her embarrassment.
But I’m not letting her hide from this.
Not from me.
Not ever.
I grip her ankles and pull her down the bed to where I’m kneeling, and I line my cock up with her soft, wet entrance.
“Gonna feed you my dick now, Kelly. And you’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?” I ask.
Her breath hitches. Her big tits jiggle with the action.
And it’s so fucking hot.
My cock leaks precum all over her slit, but I wait for her nod before I move.
Then, I lean down, caging her in, wrapping her in my arms, gazes locked as I push inside the object of my desire for the first time—and it’s better than anything.
“Fuck,” I groan, sliding my dick out all the way to the tip before driving back inside, balls deep.
She’s so fucking tight.
My Sawmill Jill has been neglected too damn long, and I’m gonna see to it that never happens again.
My chest tightens as her small hands run over my sides, my back, my chest, and shoulders—anywhere she can reach.
Like she’s just as desperate for me as I am her—and knowing that?
It does something to me. Makes me fucking feral.
I want this woman.
In my bed.
In my life.
I want her so damn much.
And I mean to have her.
She’s clutching at me, legs wrapping around my waist as she rolls her hips in time with mine.
I can’t hold back anymore.
I start fucking her in earnest.
Kelly’s eyes flutter shut.
Mine are riveted to her face.
Her expression tightens in that exquisite space between ecstasy and overwhelmed.
I cradle her face in my hands, pressing my body flush against hers, and capture her mouth in a slow, claiming kiss.
“Eyes on me, Honey,” I command.
Her walls squeeze my cock, and fuck, I think I get harder every time I press back inside her.
Her whole body trembles and quakes.
She’s so damn close.
And I need her to come again right on my dick before I do.
In and out, I move.
I’m not slow. And we sure as fuck aren’t quiet.
But I am holding her tight, and she is for all intents and purposes mine now.
And knowing that breaks something inside of me. Whatever restraint and control polite society demands people act with.
It just falls away.
I rise to my knees, and I pump my hips harder, bringing her legs to my shoulders.
“Oh, God!” she shouts.
“Let go, Honey. Come for me,” I demand and press my thumb to her clit, pushing down like it’s a button for a nuclear bomb.
And I don’t stop until I feel it—her explosion—rippling through her pretty little cunt, squeezing my cock so damn good.
And I follow her right over the edge.
My orgasm rips through me like an avalanche.
I come so fucking hard, I almost collapse.
I drop down, squeezing her to me like my life fucking depends on how close I can get to her.
Maybe it does.
I crush my lips to hers, claiming her in every way I can right now because one thing I know for certain—Kelly McCrae said yes to me tonight—and there’s no going back for either of us.
I’m not walking away from her.
And I’m never letting her go, either.