He grabbed my butt cheeks with his hands and squeezed, then slapped my ass, watching it jiggle. With another growl he soothed the skin pink from his hands, and then bent down to kiss each spot he’d slapped.
I jiggled my bottom myself this time. “It’s tingling. Please,” I begged, and bit my lip. His eye swung back to my face, and he bent over me and kissed my lips, then pulled the one I had been biting into his mouth and sucked.
“You want me to f**k you? That’s what will make my girl happy?” he asked me in a husky voice that made me shiver.
“Mmm-hmmm,” I replied, and pressed back against him.
His hands grabbed my h*ps and he entered me, sliding inside me slow. The muscles in his neck stood out as he threw his head back and closed his eyes. He was beautiful. And when he did that, he was so f**king hot.
“Best pu**y in the world,” he panted, and then his eyes opened and found me looking back at him. “My pu**y. My tight, hot little pu**y,” he said as he rocked back and forth into me.
“Yes,” I agreed, letting my head fall forward. Each time he was fully inside me, he hit the spot that made me cry out. “All yours.”
“Fuck yeah, it is,” he agreed. “Love you, Jess. Love you so much. But I also love this pu**y.”
Smiling, I looked up and found him watching me in the mirror. His eyes were smoldering with need and lust. I loved knowing I made him this out of control. I liked testing my good boy. Making him act like the bad boy he only was when he was in bed with me. “Harder,” I said, then licked my bottom lip. His eyes flashed and his grip on my h*ps tightened.
“Jess,” he panted as our gazes stayed locked. He wanted me to say more.
“Today I needed you so bad I had to play with my pu**y. I wanted your big, hard c**k so bad,” I said, pouting. “I got so wet.”
He shuddered. Hearing me talk dirty to him was going to send him blowing before he was ready. But he wanted it anyway.
“You touched my pu**y. . . . If I’d known you needed me, baby, I’d have skipped the class to come home and f**k my girl.”
“I wanted your dick down my throat,” I told him, watching his face morph as he fought off his release. His hand slipped down until he was rubbing my cl*t in rhythm to his thrust. “Making me gag on it while you pull my hair,” I said through my panting.
“JESS, f**k, baby.” His voice was strangled as he pounded into me harder.
My orgasm slammed over me, and I grabbed the dresser before I screamed his name and pushed back against him.
“Fuuuuuck!! GAAAHH, FUCK YES, Jess,” Jason cried out as he jerked behind me, filling me with his release.
I fell forward and rested my head on my arms. He was still buried deep inside me. I could feel his c**k jerking with each shot of come.
He began caressing my back, then moved around to rub my br**sts, then my stomach. “You are incredible. I swear to God, I don’t know how I manage to leave this bedroom.” He chuckled, then slowly pulled out of me. “Stay,” he said in a whisper. “Let me see my come run out of you and down your legs.”
I trembled and stayed still. Jason could be extremely naughty when he wanted to be. Tonight he was definitely being a bad boy.
“There it is. Right down those creamy, smooth thighs. Damn, that’s pretty,” he breathed, dropping to his haunches and putting a hand on each of my butt cheeks and spreading them so he could see better.
“You going to let me move anytime soon?” I asked.
He ran his finger over the folds now coated with his release. “This makes me want to f**k you again. Damn, Jess, I will never get enough of you.”
“Then let me move and we’ll go take a very long shower,” I suggested.
Jason stood up. “Deal.”
Jason
Jess stood in the kitchen with a frown on her face as she stared at the recipe in front of her. Lately she had started cooking meals every night. I tried to tell her she didn’t have to, but she really wanted to. So I was letting her. Times like this, when she looked adorable while trying to figure something out, made it worth it. However, sometimes actually swallowing the food she made was difficult.
I walked up behind her and grabbed her expanding waist. “Need help?” I asked, and she yelped.
“You scared me. I didn’t hear you come in,” she said, dropping the recipe and turning around to kiss me.
“Probably the fact that you have the radio so loud the neighbors can hear it,” I replied.