Chapter 5 Jesse
Jesse
Lily’s words hang in the air. Her thighs are wrapped around mine, and it feels too good having her on my lap.
There are so many reasons why I shouldn’t be with her. She’s twenty years younger than me. Her father is my best friend and the president of the club. But there are so many reasons why I should.
She grinds her hips into me, and her eyes are pleading.
“God, Lily, you’re making this hard.”
“It’s not hard, Jesse. You either want me or you don’t.”
It’s so simple for her, but she has to understand what it means, the implications.
“I’m not playing with you, Lily. Once I claim you, you’re mine. Do you understand?”
Her eyes sparkle, and I think she’s going to cry. “It’s what I’ve always wanted.”
“You’ve got to understand the risks. When Bruno finds out, I might be out of the club. I’ll be exiled.”
“I don’t care,” she says. “As long as I’m with you.”
She slides my jacket off, her fingers trailing down my arms and over my biceps. I grab her around the waist and pull her onto my hips, grinding my hardness against her, letting her feel what she does to me.
“Be careful, Lily. You’re playing with fire.”
Her eyes flash. “Then let me burn.”
Holy shit. This woman’s too much. I’m powerless to resist. She grinds into me and I push upwards, needing to feel her. I kiss her slowly, tasting her neck and moving down her tender throat to her breasts, so full and so sweet and so perfect.
I grab her by the hips and lift her out of the chair. She wraps her thighs around me, and I carry her to the wall. Pressing her against the wall, I hold her in place as my hand pushes up her skirt. My finger trails over the gusset of her panties, and they’re damp already.
“Jesse,” she whines, and I love the way she says my name, all breathless. I pull the edge of her panties aside and slide my finger over her wet folds. She gasps and quivers under my touch.
“Are you really still a virgin, Lily?”
“Yes. I’ve been waiting for you.”
Holy Christ. This woman’s my undoing. More guilt wracks my body. I’ll be taking something precious from her, deflowering Bruno’s little girl.
She senses my hesitation and tilts her hips so her damp pussy grazes my fingers. Her hand takes mine, and she pushes it forward until the tip of my finger finds her opening.
“We shouldn’t do this.”
But it comes out feebly. There’s no way I can stop now. Not with Lily writhing against the palm of my hand.
“Yes, Jesse. We should.”
She moves forward so my finger sinks into her pussy. She cries out, her chest pushing forward, her tits sticking out.
“Fuuuck.” She feels good. So tight. I can’t imagine what my cock will feel like inside her.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, Lily.” I grab at her dress and tug hard. The buttons pop off, and her breasts tumble out and into my eager hand.
I press my mouth to her tits, sucking on her sweet, pillowy breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth and sucking hard as my finger works her pussy.
“Jesse!” she cries out, and I can feel she’s close to coming undone.
Guilt wracks me, and I try to pull away. But Lily grabs my hand and holds it in place against her core.
“I need this, Jesse. I need you.”
And when she says that, God help me, I start making circles with my palm pressing onto her hard nub, with her tit in my mouth and my cock hard as stone.
“Jesse…” She pants my name over and over until she screams it, her pussy tugging on my finger as the orgasm makes her body convulse.
I should stop now that I’ve given her what she needs, but my need for her outweighs any guilt I feel.
My hand pulls out, and I rip her panties right off. She fumbles with my belt buckle, releasing my cock. It’s sticking straight up, and she gives a squeal when she sees it.
“We don’t have to do this, Lily; we shouldn’t do this.”
But my cock’s already circling her entrance, and she’s got her head back, moaning.
I’m torn between my need for her and doing the right thing.
There’s something about it being forbidden that makes it more thrilling.
She senses it too, and every time I tell her we should stop she moans, a little high-pitched sound that drives me wild.
Instead of moving away, I hoist her leg up.
I get a glimpse of her sweet slit, the opening glistening.
My cock is ready and waiting, and she grabs it and guides it to her dripping entrance.
We pause with the tip pulsing at her opening.
Our eyes lock, and I’m powerless before her.
The woman I love, wide open in front of me, finally mine to take.
“We shouldn’t be doing this.” The forbidden words make her shudder as I slide into her. “We shouldn’t do this, Lily,” I say as I sink my cock into her grasping pussy. She cries out, and her moans are almost my undoing.
Her pussy tightens around me and squeezes me like a vice. I feel her virgin barrier breaking around me, and knowing that I’m the first man claiming her breaks down my own internal barrier.
I grab her hips and I thrust deep, making her cry out. We shouldn’t do this, but fuck that. She’s my woman now. This is my pussy.
She’s hot and open for me, and I fuck her hard against the wall, grabbing her hips and slamming myself into her.
Thrusting deep until my balls slap against her asshole and she’s screaming out my name, her nails digging into my shoulder as she comes.
I slam home, my cum exploding deep inside of her, not caring that we haven’t used protection.
I want to breed her to tie her to me. To make her mine for good.
Everything I’ve been waiting for for the last four years, the built-up longing and want, everything I am, shoots out of me and into her waiting womb. Everything I have is now hers, my thick cum burying itself deep inside her pussy and tying her to me with a bond that can’t be undone.
My breathing calms, and I pull Lily to me. My cock slides out of her, leaving thick ropes of cum trickling down her thigh.
“You’re mine now, Lily.” I take her cheeks in my hands and pull her face close to mine. “Whatever happens. There’s no going back from this. I love you. And you’re mine.”
She smiles at me sleepily, and there’s a look of triumph in her eyes. “It’s what I wanted.”
Lily set a trap for me, and I walked straight into it. And I’m happy to be caught.