by Jenna Rose
Even if I couldn’t deepthroat him, I could still pleasure him. I opened my mouth once again, my eyes still watering from gagging on his enormity, and my body swelled as he groaned and gave me his cock again.
I tasted myself and his precum on my tongue that ignited the craving I already had for his cum.
“Like this,” he told me.
First he took my left hand and placed it on the base of his cock, which was wet with my spit.
“Jerk it while you suck me,” he instructed. I loved it. I felt so small and amazingly helpless beneath him, doing my best to learn how to pleasure him and wanting desperately to do a good job.
“That’s right,” he groaned as I did as I was told. “And then this hand goes here.”
He took my right hand and put it on his balls and used his fingers against mine to show me how to massage them. They felt different than I’d imagined, and I made sure to stay delicate so as not to hurt him.
“That’s so good, baby,” he growled. “I won’t be able to hold out for very long if you keep doing that.”
That was exactly what I wanted to hear.
My body swelled with pride as I kept doing what he had showed me to do, and I looked up at him as his gorgeous abs rippled and his taut body glowed like a god.
I was used to seeing men with nice bodies; it was pretty typical among the rich young men who’d tried courting me throughout the years. They prided themselves on their gym routines, diet and tans, so it wasn’t like I’d never seen muscles before.
But Jay’s body was different—not just in the way it looked—but because I knew he’d built his body earning a living, working on his fishing boat pulling lines and casting traps, not shuttering himself away in a gym all day while his assistants followed his instructions and kept his business going.
The fact that he came from a completely different world than mine was the greatest turn-on of all.
More precum spilled from his cock onto my tongue and I swallowed eagerly, hungering for the real thing.
“Just like that, baby…” Jay moaned again. My pussy was crying out for him. My body yearned for him to be on top of me, crushing me, pinning me down while he finished claiming me as his.
All I needed was him.
“I’m gonna come, duchess,” Jay told me, his voice low and filled with desire. “You ready?”
I said yes with my eyes as I gazed up at him. Somehow, his cock got even harder, twitched in my mouth and then I felt it.
A rush of sweet and salty cum sprayed across my cheeks and tongue. I swallowed as another shot hit the back of my throat. Jay growled and reached down and took hold of my hand, slowing my strokes on his cock.
Too sensitive…
I held his taut balls as he emptied them and gave me his sweet juices. His muscles were taut and flexed like he’d just finished a workout, and he threw his head back as the last of his load spilled out of his swollen tip. Only then did he breathe a huge sigh of relief and look down at me like I was the only girl in the world.
“Fuck, yeah…” he groaned.
Ever so slowly, he guided my head back until his cock slid out from between my lips. Together, we both sighed a sigh of delight and I leaned back on the couch and wiped a few drops of cum from my lips and pushed them back into my mouth. Smiling with my eyes, I licked my finger clean like a lollipop.
“How’d I do?” I asked.
“You sure you’ve never done that before?” he asked.
I shook my head playfully and twisted a lock of hair on my finger. I was so relaxed around him, not a bit shy about my nakedness. In fact, the way Jay was looking at me only made me aware of how sexy I felt in his presence.
I reached out and circled my breast with a finger, tracing its line and watching as his eyes followed my movement down my stomach to my pussy. Wet didn’t even begin to describe it, and using the tip of my middle finger, I slowly circled my clit while I stared into his eyes.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled.
“Yeah?” I whispered. “What are you gonna do about it?”
The corner of Jay’s mouth twisted into a grin. He lowered himself towards me, and I’d expected him to just put it in and fuck me missionary, but that’s not what happened.
His strong hands found my hips, and in the blink of an eye, I was on my knees in front of him with my ass in the air and my back arched like a gymnast.
“I don’t think I can be gentle anymore, duchess,” Jay whispered in my ear. My body flared with heat and I glanced back at him over my shoulder.
“Then don’t.”
Chapter Nine
Rachel
Without warning or hesitation, Jay slid his cock inside me and I cried out. This angle was somehow even deeper and hit new spots inside of me that I didn’t even know existed.
“Oh, shit!”
My whole body was charged and blooming with heat as he started to fuck me, and I buried my face in the couch cushion as he pounded me like he was trying to split me in half.
Oh. My. God.
He’d just come but he was still harder than he’d ever been and I could feel every single hard inch as he slid in and out of me like a jackhammer.
I could feel my ass shaking and knew that he was watching it. His rough, working-man hands gripped my hips like he thought I was going to try to escape, but there was nowhere in the world I’d rather be—and he knew that. He had to.
“I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” he purred as I ground back against him, feeling so stretched that I was right on the borderline of pleasure and pain without going over.
“So have I,” I whispered back.
“I knew you’d be good, but I had no idea you’d be this good,” he said. “I wanted you from the moment I saw you.”
“Fuck me, Jay,” I whimpered. “Fuck me hard.”
My core tightened as Jay picked up the pace and I felt myself becoming more and more aware of my own sexuality and embracing it. Knowing that I was destined to marry Caleb, I never gave much thought to the idea of me having a real sex life. But as I felt beads of sweat drip from Jay’s body to mine, my soul awakened with my own sexuality and I screamed into the throw pillow.
An orgasm came out of nowhere and hit me like a bowling ball to the head. My knees slid back and my legs collapsed out from under me, but Jay held me tight as my entire body quivered and shook with intense pleasure.
“That’s it,” he growled. “Come, baby. Come for me.”
“I’m coming!” I shouted as I lost complete control.
Even my arms were shaking. My back arched in the opposite direction as my pussy clenched down on his thick cock, holding him deep inside me. I felt the swollen head, the shaft and his balls pressed against my clit.
My cheeks were burning like I was blushing, but there wasn’t an ounce of shyness or embarrassment in me. I was completely open for this man, exposed and blooming with happiness at just how open I felt for him.
My pussy clenched down in rhythm with my orgasm and as I started to come down, Jay spanked me hard on the ass. I yelped and slid off his cock and lay quivering on the couch beneath him.
After what felt like a minute, I was finally able to turn my head to face him, and when I did, I saw him sitting back on his knees, stroking his enormous erection, smiling at me like I was the most wonderful thing he’d ever seen.
“Good?” he asked sarcastically.
“Fuck you,” I laughed as I rolled over onto my back, one hand over my throbbing slit, my fingers covered in my own wetness.
“That’s what we’re doing,” he countered.
My parents often talked with derision about the working class people and how uneducated they were, but Jay was a man who could keep up with me. It felt like sparring with him, jousting with an equal opponent who respected and loved me as a person, not just as a hood ornament or arm candy.
“I can barely think,” I smiled as I wiped a bit of sweat from my forehead. My chest was heaving and Jay licked his lips as
he watched my breasts.
“I like that,” he replied.
“What? A girl who can’t think?”
“Exactly,” he chuckled as he leaned down and kissed me.
My mouth opened for him. I sucked his tongue as he gave it to me, reminded of how he had felt against my clit. I’d never felt more open before and wanted to give him every single inch of my body.
His cock pressed against my pussy and I readied myself for another round of penetration, but Jay had something else in mind.
He pressed his shaft against my slit and began to grind, teasing my clit with his thick and swollen tip. Every time I thought I knew what was coming next, Jay took a turn and went in a completely different direction.
I smiled against his lips as his strong, bulging biceps curled around my neck, threatening to squish the life out of me. He was a gladiator, a warrior, a hulk with strong, boyish good looks, who knew better than I did what I wanted.
I could feel his thirst for me in his lips as we kissed. My pussy was so sensitive that each time his cock brushed across my clit, an uncontrollable shudder ran through my body. Jay obviously loved it and smiled against my mouth and moaned softly with approval.
“I could make you come again,” he whispered, pulling back and looking into my eyes.
“If you wanted to kill me,” I giggled, flushed with heat.
“Hmmm….” was his only response.
Jay sat up on his knees before me and took hold of his cock. I looked down between my legs at my glistening mound as he brushed my clit with his tip. My hips bucked uncontrollably off the couch but Jay pressed his strong hand against my hip and pinned me down in place while he continued to tease me.
“Fuck, baby!” I cried out, twisting my arms above my head. I was starting to really sweat as his eyes devoured me with lust and another orgasm began to swell deep in my core.
“You’re so sexy,” he cooed. The whole universe seemed to bloom with color as he rubbed his dick across my pleasure center. I didn’t know what to do with myself, and twisted my hands in my hair, locking them there like I was handcuffed, just so I could even try to lie still beneath him.
He was a master, an absolute professional at pleasing me and I knew that I was now his forever. I’d known it for the last five years, but I’d never thought I’d ever see him again. Now, I was completely his, and my body was completely under his control.
My orgasm was just beneath the surface of the waves of pleasure that engulfed me. My legs began to twist but Jay pinned them beneath his knees. There was nothing I could do but lie there and take it.
So close…I thought. I’m so close…
A shock of pain and pleasure sparked within me like a firework as Jay spanked my clit hard with his cock.
“Ah!” I gasped. I was about to shout at him but there was no time. His arms wrapped around my back and pulled me onto him. He slammed me down on his cock, driving every inch inside me without hesitation, then grabbed my hips like a wrestler.
He held me in a semi-squatting position above him, and I looked down in amazement as he began thrusting in and out of me, even harder than he’d done before.
I was on top of him, but not really.
I wasn’t riding him. I wasn’t in control. He was.
I may have been his cowgirl, but this was his rodeo.
Chapter Ten
Jay
Rachel’s body was impossibly gorgeous. Her perfect breasts shook and bounced as I drove my cock in and out of her, and her plump ass even showed from the front across her hips as she rode me with her legs spread like she was doing full squats at the gym.
Well…she’s not really riding me; I’m the one in control here.
Her scent filled my lungs and fueled my lust for her. I’d already come once but I wanted more. I was like a starving man who’d filled his belly but couldn’t stop eating because he’d been without food for so long.
Her taste was still on my lips and tongue and her wetness coated my cock and balls and even my inner thighs and the bottom of my abs. My cock throbbed between her shining, pink, perfect pussy as it gripped my shaft with each one of my thrusts.
This girl…I thought. This girl is it.
I’d known since the last time I saw her, but now it was official. Storming into her wedding like that had been a ballsy move, but it was the only move I had. Letting her go through with that sham marriage would have been impossible.
The effect Rachel had on me was like nothing I’d ever felt before. It was like my life started five years ago with her and was only continuing again now.
I dragged my eyes up her glistening physique, from her juicy thighs to her pussy, to her tiny waist and flat stomach to her teardrop tits that every girl would pick out as an example of what they wanted when they were at the plastic surgeon’s office.
“Jay…”
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her down on top of me. My mouth met hers and I sucked her tongue as her breasts pressed against my strong chest.
I wanted to lick her all over. I was so hungry that I was thinking about doing things to her I’d never dreamt of before. I wanted to explore her every inch, worship her body and please her in every way possible.
I wanted her out of breath, eyes rolling and head spinning every time after I fucked her, because that was what she deserved.
My girl…my duchess…
My heart was pounding as I thrust my cock into her tight hole.
A sweet virgin I was claiming as mine…
It felt incredible to claim her, this proper, high-society girl fucking me, a fisherman, in a tiny cabin in the woods. This wasn’t about class or expectations or anything like that; this was about two people completely taken with each other.
I clenched my jaw tight as her pussy went tight around me. I’m not breathing. My dick is screaming at me with hypersensitivity after coming down her throat, but that’s nothing compared to what she must be feeling.
She’s already come twice and I’m not going to stop at two.
I’m going to pump her full of my seed and make sure she’s mine forever—and she’s going to come again when I do it.
“Oh-my-God-Jay,” she gasped. Her voice came in stuttered moans of pleasure between my thrusts. I put a palm against her lower back and held her in place as I fucked her faster, my balls slapping against her ass with each stroke.
I felt her teeth against my neck as she slumped down on top of me, her hair spilling down across my face.
Her tight little cunt clamped down even tighter, making it harder for me to fuck her but also driving me closer and closer to the point of no return.
Fill her up…I thought. Fill her tight little hole.
“I want to feel you come with me, duchess,” I growled. “I’m going to fill you with my cum.”
She moaned in reply as I kept fucking her. Her breath against my ear sent a shiver down my spine and pushed me even closer to the edge.
My cock was a hot bar of raging steel inside her. Her fingers clenched down and bit into my skin and she cried out.
“You come and I’ll come,” I told her. “Let me feel that tight pussy come on my cock.”
And that did it.
Rachel’s mouth opened but she swallowed her moan and let her mouth hang open against my cheek. Her hot breath and soft body were goddess-like, and when I felt her tight little hole clamp down on me, I went over the edge.
My cock pulsed for the second time and I sprayed a hot, powerful load inside her. My balls throbbed as I filled her and her whole body shook with each shot of my hot juices.
I run my hands through her hair and tug her head back and lick her neck like a man possessed. My mind is instantly taken back to that night in Green Harbor when we ran beneath the shadows and swam naked in the sea.
I’d been waiting for five years to see Rachel again, and now I had—and on top of that, I’d made her mine.
My beautiful girl slumped down on top of me and I gently rolled my fingers across her head,
massaging her scalp. I smiled like I’d never smiled before and so did she. Placing my hands on either side of her face, I pulled her eyes to mine and stared, seeing my future in them.
“I love you, Rachel,” I told her. “I’ve done nothing but think of you for the last five years.”
“I love you too, Jay,” she said without hesitation. It felt like we were going from zero to one hundred, but it also felt so right. I knew it more than I’d ever known anything in my life, and after five years of being away from her, fighting to make my future safe for the both of us, I wasn’t about to waste any more time beating around the bush.
She had my lust, my desire, but she also had my heart.
She had it all.
And I was never going to let her go again.
Chapter Eleven
Rachel
I lay on top of Jay, his cock still hard inside of me, for what felt like forever as my chest heaved against his and my head swam like a school of golden fish in a clear blue ocean.
My body was tingling all over and so hot I could barely even distinguish my arms from my legs. I was just one big glowing ball of giddy happiness going through the aftershocks of three impossibly intense orgasms.
How had he done it? I wondered.
I mean—I’d been there, of course—but it didn’t seem possible. He was unbelievable. Nothing could have prepared me for the way he’d fucked me. Even if I’d been told exactly what he was going to do to me, I wouldn’t have been ready.
His words rang out through my mind like masterful poetry.
I love you, Rachel. I’ve done nothing but think of you for the last five years.
Same here.
My whole world was Jay, the cabin and the couch where we lay. Nothing else existed in that moment—not my parents or my wedding, not Caleb or the future they all had planned for me.
My future was lying beneath me, his heart pounding against my chest and his hard cock still buried inside me.