Jilted Jock - Rebecca Jenshak Page 0,68
not as fragile as you think.”
“Are you kidding me? You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met.”
“Then treat me like it, Finn. Fuck me hard like you want to, and don’t you dare hold back.”
“Christ, woman.” I swear to God I saw spots at the pleasure and surprise her words brought.
She laughed, probably at the shocked expression I had to be wearing. “I do believe you’re blushing.”
“Am not.”
“You so are.” She laughed harder.
I growled playfully and nipped at her breast through her shirt and bra. “You laughing at me?”
“Mhmmm. Whatcha gonna do about it, little boy?”
I slid my hands under her skirt and traced circles on her inner thigh. “Shit, I didn’t realize we were taking cheap shots. Most women at your advanced age would be excited to be with a young stud such as myself.”
She giggled and then inhaled sharply as my fingers slipped under the soft material of her panties. “It’s the stamina. Totally wasted on the youth.”
“I don’t plan on wasting anything.”
Adele took the next morning off work and after more sex than any two people should have without food, I sat obediently and let her cook pancakes for me. I was starving and she couldn’t put it in front of me fast enough.
“I did it!” She lifted the pan and brought it over to the counter. “I think I finally got this one right.”
“Looks perfect.”
“You said that about the last ten that were mangled and even that one that was undercooked.” She scrunched up her face in disgust.
“And I ate every single one and they were all delicious.”
“You’re a liar, but thank you.”
With my fork, I lifted the pancake and placed it on my plate. She put the pan in the sink and came around the counter to sit next to me on the other side. I made a big show of drizzling syrup over my food and then cutting into it. Look, I was going to tell her it was the best thing I’d ever eaten no matter what it actually tasted like, but the eleventh time was the charm.
“It’s really good,” I said after I swallowed.
“Really?”
Nodding, I cut her a bite and fed her. As she chewed, her lips pulled into a smile. “It’s edible. Thank God.”
I chuckled and fed her another piece. “Needs more syrup,” she said and swiped her finger along the edge of my plate and then brought her sticky finger to her mouth and licked. My cock stirred. When she noticed my gaze fixed on the action, she did it again, but this time brought her finger to my lips and I opened.
“I want to lick it off your fingers, off your body, out of your pussy and ass.”
Her blue eyes darkened. “The things that come out of your mouth. They’re so dirty and hot.”
“Yeah? You like the idea of me drizzling syrup on the pucker of your sweet ass and licking it clean?”
Her chest rose and fell, her voice breathy when she said, “Yes.”
I stood quickly and pulled her with me. “Christ. Me too.”
Her counter wasn’t really big enough for it, but I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt that she’d worn after the last time I’d gotten her naked and pulled it over her head. Her nipples were already drawn into tight pink buds when I lifted her on to the counter and laid her down. I had to settle for her legs hanging off the edge. I got rid of the light pink lacy thong she wore and placed a quick chaste kiss to her pussy.
“Oooh.” She flung her arms over her head and giggled as a bowl fell to the ground, but when I brought my mouth down to bite her hip she quieted. Her body was so responsive – so meant for me in ways that were completely primal. Our chemistry and passion were cloaked in love, but underneath it all was raw, animalistic need.
I mapped her curves with my tongue. Exploring and taking note of every reaction. When I was sure she’d forgotten about the syrup, or maybe just thought I’d been bluffing the whole time, I drizzled it down her front. She gasped as it ran in a sticky mess. I was sure as shit never going to be able to eat pancakes again without getting hard.
I started by running my tongue along the syrup, but I didn’t let any spot on her body go untasted. When she squirmed under me, I hooked my arm around the back of one knee and opened her