by Jenna Rose
“A week before I met you, a couple of new boats came into Green Harbor,” he explained. “Remember Dane’s Wharf?”
“How could I forget?” I asked.
“Well, it turns out Dane had some financial problems,” he continued. “He gambled away his life savings, as well as his kids’, and he had to resort to…other methods to make the money back.”
“Let me guess,” I said. “Drugs.”
Jay nodded. I didn’t have any direct experience with that sort of thing, of course, but everyone in New England knew that it went on. Fishermen would use their boats to smuggle drugs in and out of the country, usually from Canada, and keep up their fishing business as a front.
“I was tying up one night after a long haul and ran into Dane and his new ‘friends’ loading some stuff into the trucks.”
“Oh, no…”
“Rough boys,” Jay nodded. “Told me I had two choices: either work with them and keep my mouth shut or die.”
“Oh, no, Jay…” I replied as a fresh dose of anxiety hit me like a gut punch. Suddenly images of Jay being entangled in something like a crime movie flickered through my mind, each one causing my heart to skip a beat.
“They said they’d kill my family if I talked,” he continued. “And when I told them I didn’t have a family, they said they’d kill anyone I loved.”
He stopped and focused his eyes intently on me. I immediately understood.
“So, even though it absolutely killed me to do so, I had to stay away,” he continued. “I moved my boat up the coast and stayed away from you. I knew if you found me again, I wouldn’t be able to let you go. I knew if they found out who you were, your life would be in danger. I just couldn’t take that risk, Rachel. I couldn’t.”
My eyes started to water up as any anger I’d had morphed into nothing but concern for the beautiful man who had stolen my heart five years ago. Those years away from him had been torture for me, but I couldn’t even imagine what they’d been like for him.
“I’m so sorry, Jay…”
“No, I’m sorry,” he replied. “I should have found a way to get a message to you. I should have found a way to let you know—”
“No,” I shook my head. “You’re right. I would have come looking for you. You don’t even know how many times I went back to Green Harbor looking for your boat. I would have gotten in the middle of things and screwed everything up.”
“These five years away from you have been the hardest years of my life,” he said, moving closer to me on the couch. “I thought about you every night. Every single day I wanted to come and find you, but I knew I couldn’t.”
“But now?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
“Now things have changed,” he smiled, his lips no more than an inch from me. “Now I’m back, and I’m not going anywhere.”
And then he kissed me and my whole world shook.
Chapter Six
Rachel
My body came alive against his touch. I moaned eagerly and lay back as he pressed his body against mine. I felt his strength, his passion, the raw masculinity and wild energy that had swept me off my feet five years ago.
I knew I’d been starving, but until his lips touched mine, I hadn’t realized just how close to death I’d been.
Not real death, of course, but emotional, spiritual death.
I’d been rationalizing my marriage to Caleb—telling myself I could deal with it and that it wouldn’t really matter—but as Jay and I embraced in his tiny cabin in the middle of nowhere, and his rough hands explored my body, I knew that I’d been kidding myself.
This was the only man I could ever be with.
I knew it. My soul knew it, and my body knew it too.
As Jay pressed his bulge against me, I heard the sound of the sea in my mind and felt my body come alive for his. I felt the wetness start to form between my thighs as I readied myself for him. I’d never wanted anyone more in my entire life.
His hands traced the lines of my neck down to my breasts and as he squeezed, I gasped against his mouth. I melted as his fingers pinched my nipples through what was left of my wedding dress. My back arched and I pressed against his strong chest.
Just as I was losing myself in his embrace, Jay sat up quickly, and with a single movement, tore my dress down the middle.
My breasts spilled out and his eyes lit up as he stared down at me. I was anything but self-conscious and flushed with pride as I saw the desire in his eyes. I reached up and tried to get his tuxedo jacket off of him, but Jay was way ahead of me.
Like an action movie star, he slid out of the jacket and tossed it aside. Like he’d done to me, I grabbed at his shirt and tried to tear it open. Only two buttons tore off and I laughed and fell back onto the couch.
“Almost, duchess,” he smiled as he tore it the rest of the way and exposed his gorgeous body to me.
“Don’t call me that—”
But there was no time to protest. Jay was on top of me again, his bare chest pressed against mine, his hungry lips starting at mine then moving across my face. He kissed my cheeks, let his breath play against my ear causing a shiver to run through me.
His bulge pressed against me and my excitement reached new heights. Heat pulsed between my thighs as my body cried out for him. Not only had I been thinking about Jay every night for the last five years, but I’d also been saving myself for him.
Caleb had asked me a few times if I was going to sleep with him, but had never really pressured me to when I said no. I assumed he was getting some on the side, and that didn’t really bother me. After all, it was really just a business arrangement marriage; what did I have to be jealous of?
I was tingling with anticipation as Jay ran his strong hand down my chest, cupped my breast and traced a line down my stomach. His fingers found the hem of my panties and lifted, slid inside, causing a gasp to burst from my lips.
“Jay!”
“I’ve thought about you every night,” he whispered as his fingers found my dripping slit. I would have responded if I’d been able to, but as he slid his middle finger inside of me, all thought left my mind.
My legs shook and I threw my arms around Jay’s broad back as he curled his finger and began to caress me. The pleasure spilled through me like hot, bubbling, golden waves seizing my body and tensing my muscles.
I pressed my face into the crook of his neck and gently closed my teeth around his skin as he fingered me. Eagerly, I began to grind my hips against him, urging him deeper. He responded with a second finger, stretching me open and touching me in a way no other man ever had.
“Oh my god, baby…” I whispered. “You feel so good.”
Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Jay did something incredible; with his fingers still inside me, he pressed his thumb against my clit sending a bolt of pleasure through me that was so intense, I immediately found myself with my mouth hanging open on the verge of climax.
“You like that, don’t you, duchess?” Jay whispered as his thumb circled my swollen little pleasure button. For once, his little tease-term for me didn’t anger me. In fact, in this situation, he actually turned me on even more.
“You’re amazing…” I moaned back as a white light bloomed within me, forcing my head back and my mouth open.
“I can feel it,” he purred. “You’re close.”
“Yes!”
“Your pussy is getting even tighter on my fingers.” His voice was warm honey dripping all over me.
The white light continued to grow as his thumb played skillfully around my clit that was dripping with my arousal. I reached out and clutched his powerful arms with my hands as he pressed down with his thumb and sent me over the edge.
“I’m coming, Jay!”
“Come for me, duchess.”
And I did.
The white light engulfed me, blinded me and shook my body like an earthquake. Molten waves of bliss cascaded through me as the man of my dreams did things to my body I could have n
ever imagined.
I cried out and pressed my forehead against his, opened my eyes and stared at him with the culmination of five years of being deprived of his presence. He smiled.
He knew what he was doing to me.
He knew that I was his.
My body quivered as the last of the most intense experience of my life surged through me and I collapsed onto the couch, my heart racing and chest heaving.
Jay stripped out of what was left of his shirt and quickly undid the top button of his pants. My mouth fell open as he slid his boxers down and revealed himself to me.
It may have been the first dick I’d ever seen in real life, but that didn’t stop me from being in total awe. It stood out straight from his body, curving just slightly up, and a glistening strand of precum dripping from its swollen tip.
He was manscaped—just slightly—and his balls hung taut beneath his thick shaft, and as I stared, all I could think about was the cum pooling up inside them.
My mouth was watering and my pussy was dripping. Every fiber of my body was crying out for him. I couldn’t take it anymore and reached out and took him by his strong arms and pulled him down on top of me.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered.
I couldn’t handle any more foreplay. There wasn’t any reason for it anyway. Jay was obviously ready to go and so was I.
“You want it, duchess?” He pressed his handsome smirk against my lips then withdrew slightly, causing me to lick back with my tongue and smile.
“Take me, my handsome fisherman. Take me now.”
And he did.
Chapter Seven
Jay
It felt like a thousand fireworks exploding within me as I entered Rachel.
Her pretty little pussy lips were nice and wet and spread to accept my cock. We both gasped as her hole stretched around my tip and she threw her delicate, warm arms around my neck as I gave her the rest of my nine inches.
That’s right. Nine. And she took them all.
“Good girl,” I growled, unable to contain myself. “You feel incredible.”
She pulled me close as I buried my cock deep in her hole and bucked my hips forward to make sure she had it all. She could barely speak, and when she did, her voice was no more than a whisper of ecstasy.
“It’s so good…Jay…”
I tilted my hips back and gave her my first thrust when she put her hands on my hips and lifted her eyes to mine.
“What is it?” I asked. “Is everything okay?”
“Yes!” she nodded furiously. “It’s beyond okay! Jay…this is my first time.”
My heart swelled and my cock flexed inside her as my primal side started to come out of me.
Her pussy was mine—unclaimed territory that I’d just claimed.
But that wasn’t the only thing that had me over the fucking moon; it was the fact that Rachel had waited for me. Five years she’d waited, and that meant that she’d never lost hope in seeing me again.
“Is that okay, Jay?” she asked. I must have lost myself in her eyes.
“Okay?” I repeated. “Rachel, I fucking love that.”
Her cheeks blushed the color of ripe tomatoes and I crushed my lips against hers as I began to thrust in and out of her fresh, warm, wet pussy.
I could feel her juices dripping down my cock and soaking my balls that were taut and filled with cum. Her body was so warm and her scent was so sweet that I was losing myself in her.
My hands caressed her body as I fucked her. I squeezed her soft, plump breasts and tight, thin waist, then reached beneath her and lifted her body gently off the couch and grabbed her ass with both hands.
She cried out and I felt her pussy flex and clamp down even tighter on me. My dick responded, flexed and pulsed, threatened to burst inside her. Quickly, I bucked my hips back and pulled out of her just in time.
“What—?” she started to say, but before she could finish her sentence, I was down on my knees burying my face between her thighs. “Oh, Jay! Wow! That’s so…oh my god…”
I groaned as I pressed my tongue into her dripping slit. Her juices coated my lips and dripped down my chin as I spread her pussy lips with my thumbs, exposing all of her to me. Hungrily, I pressed my tongue into her hole, causing her to gasp and slap her hands against the couch.
“Shit!” she yelped as I fucked her pussy with my tongue.
I looked up over her little mound as her breasts heaved and she brought her eyes to mine.
Gorgeous…
She reached out and caressed my head as I flattened my tongue and moved up, teasing her as I slowly made my way to that spot that would drive her wild. Her moan grew as my tongue ascended, culminating in her back arching up off the couch as I found her clit.
“Fuck!”
My tongue was slick with her arousal and I smiled as I began to circle her little pearl, causing her body to shake and her mouth to hang open.
I wanted to stroke my cock, but knew that if I did, I’d go over the edge. My beautiful duchess had me on fire, muscles tense and body aching as I lapped at her sweet cherry. All I wanted was to make her come again and watch her beautiful face as she did.
“Oh, Jay…” she moaned through her plump lips. My dick hung hard and warm like a hot beam of fresh steel between my legs, yearning for her hole.
Not yet…I thought. Her first.
I’d met the sweet side of Rachel those five years ago; now I was meeting the steamy side and it was my job to introduce her to a whole new side of me.
I slid two fingers inside her as I pressed my tongue down on her pleasure button and felt a surge of wetness against my chin as I started to finger her at the same time.
“Jay…” she moaned, grinding her hips against my face. “Jay…”
“Mmmmm,” I moaned back. I was a man in heaven. Rachel was my goddess, my duchess…
…my girl.
“You feel so incredible,” she whispered, writhing against the couch as I pleasured her. She tasted as good as she smelled and was warm against my face. I curled my fingers up and found her G-spot, and that’s when everything changed.
“OH!” she shouted, clasping a hand over her mouth like she’d forgotten we were all alone out here and she didn’t want to disturb anyone. I made the “come hither” motion and smiled against her pussy as her entire body arched and flexed like she’d been seized by an electric current.
I tried to say, “Come for me,” but all that came out was “cmmm frrr mmmee,” as my face was buried in her nether regions as she quaked against my mouth with orgasmic pleasure.
Her hips bucked and thrust forward but I held her tight, left my fingers and tongue where they were so I wouldn’t overstimulate her as she came down from her climax. When I felt her body starting to relax, I lifted my mouth and grinned at her, probably just as happy as she was.
“Your tongue is magic…” she whispered. “And your fingers…your dick…your everything…”
“Just for you,” I told her as I got back on top of her and readied myself to penetrate her again, but to my surprise, she put a hand over her trembling pussy and shook her head.
“What?” I asked.
Without responding, she simply pointed down at my dick and then to her lips.
I understood immediately; I’d tasted her, now she wanted to taste me.
I didn’t respond either. I simply got up on the couch on my knees and straddled her and presented myself to her. The sensitivity was still there and I growled as she opened her lips and accepted the swollen head of my cock.
“Slowly,” I told her. “I’m close.”
Rachel smiled and gripped my shaft.
“Yeah?” she mewed. “What’s the matter? You don’t want to give me your cum?”
“Oh, I do,” I chuckled. “You want it?”
“I want to taste you, Jay,” she purred. “I want to swallow everything you have to give me.”
Her words inflamed me and my cock pulsed between my thighs. “Yeah, duchess? T
hen open up and I’ll give it to you.”
Chapter Eight
Rachel
The aftershock of the most amazing orgasm of my life had my body tingling and my head light as a cloud as I opened my lips to accept Jay’s enormous dick.
We both moaned as he slid inside. I tasted myself on him, which only heightened my arousal, and reached down between my legs and began to gently play with myself as I sucked him.
I was doing my best, but Jay knew he had to show me what to do, and my desire flared as he circled my head with his hand and grabbed a fistful of my hair.
He owns me, I thought as he began to guide me, moving my mouth up and down on his cock, thrusting gently at the same time.
He was huge, and I gagged as his cock found the back of my throat. I coughed and pulled back as my eyes began to water, but rather than looking annoyed, Jay just smiled down, his gorgeous face glowing like a master’s painting.
“It’s okay,” he chuckled. “You won’t be able to deepthroat me the first time.”
Oh, yeah!? I thought. I was never one to back down from a challenge, and this was one challenge I actually wanted to succeed at.
Taking a deep breath, I took hold of Jay’s dick, opened my mouth as far as I could get it and forced it down my throat.
“Ack!” I gagged, instantly pulling away and covering my mouth with the back of my hand as I coughed like an old lady with a cold.
Jay burst out laughing. I must have had an angry expression on my face when I looked up at him, because he put his hands up in the air like a suspect facing off with the police.
“Sorry, sorry,” he chuckled. “I didn’t mean to laugh.”
“I tried, jerk!”
“I know, baby,” he grinned, melting my heart with his incredibly good looks. “And I appreciate that. And trust me, we will have plenty of time for you to practice in the future.”
I’d been so wrapped up in the moment but when he said “in the future,” my heart simply soared like a bird high up on the breeze, glowing in the sun.