His Outlaw Valentine - Jessa Kane Page 0,3

moisture all over my aching cock, before sliding it into my curled fist…no. No, it’s Jessie’s pussy now. She’s here with me, her legs spread open on the chair. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other at breakfast and now she’s going to be late for work because she’s a horny girl that needs her pussy eaten.

This is so bad, she whispers. You’re my best friend.

“This will only make it better, Jessie,” I push through clenched teeth, burying my nose in the seat once again and inhaling deeply. “I’d die before letting anything come between us, don’t you know that?”

I had no idea you could lick me there, she moans. I feel all shaky.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” I growl, pumping my dick into my wet fist. Above me, her strawberry blonde hair is tangled around her pouty nipples, her red lips open and calling my name, tits shaking up and down. “Such a delicious little princess, aren’t you? You’ve been saving it for me. You’ve been saving this pussy for my private use.”

Yes, Ryan. I know it’s so bad, but I can’t help it. You protect me so well…

At that, my balls cinch up and I experience that telltale tightening low in my belly, down at the base of my spine. I’m going to come with my tongue in Jessie’s virgin pussy, like I’ve been dreaming about for over a decade. Ah, fuck, I’m going to come now—

The sound of a key sliding into the front door lock stops me cold.

No one has a key but Jessie.

With my balls on the verge of emptying, I lunge to my feet and cross to the bathroom, shutting my self inside as fast as possible and turning on the shower. This is where I prove how dark and depraved my infatuation with Jessie has become. When I hear her heels clicking on the hardwood floor and entering her bedroom, I cross to the medicine cabinet on the wall and slowly lift it off the hook, setting it on the floor.

There.

Now I can see her, though the small hole I drilled in the drywall—years ago. I’ve been watching her sleep, change and do morning yoga in her bedroom since we moved in together. I’m well aware that I’m a sick bastard, but I’m desperate to connect with her any way possible. It’s painful wanting to know every single detail about Jessie and having her keep me at arm’s length. So I watch her. I don’t always jerk off. Sometimes I just stare at her utter perfection and marvel at God’s most incredible creation, but I can’t help it this morning.

Fuck, she’s so goddamn hot, in her tight jeans and red, flannel shirt, tied up enough to show off a hint of her belly button. She’s the most sexually decadent woman on the planet and I’ve had to threaten countless men who tried to get close. Not even over my dead body will another man breathe on her. Jessie is mine.

What is she doing?

My hand pauses its furious stroking of my dick when Jessie peels off her jeans, muttering to herself. Even as I devour the sight of her thighs and ass, I listen closely.

“Really, Jessie? You have to come home to change your wet panties?” She slides off the pink, silk thong in question and holds it up to the light. “How did that happen, anyway?” Her voice drops to a whisper. “Was it…Ryan?”

Semen shoots from my cock in thick white, ropes and it happens so quickly, I almost don’t have time to stifle my growl. Did Jessie just say I made her wet? Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes, she did, and now I can’t stop coming. My spend drips down the wall onto the tiles and splashes onto my socks, soaking them through to my toes. She’s in her room putting on a fresh thong, bending forward and giving me a peek at her sexy asshole and the rear view of her pussy, and my balls squeeze roughly, spewing the final drops of milky white liquid onto the wall.

A moment later, her jeans are back in place and God, I would give anything to enter Jessie’s room and have her welcome me. I’d sit on the bed and make her ride my thigh until she was on the verge of coming, then I’d throw her down on her back, rip off her jeans and shove my tongue straight up her tight cunt. I was obsessed before. Now I’m