Sherry: A Please Me Novella

by J. J. Marstead

  I nod my head. As of right now, there’s nothing I want more than his cock down my throat. His hooded, lust-filled, eyes are looking at me as I grab his jeans and pull on them. He lifts his ass off the bed with the heels of his feet and I rip them down his legs, quickly discarding them over my shoulder. His tight boxers are hardly leaving much to the imagination. His very hard and very large erection is trying to stand proud even with the confinement of his boxers.

  I grab his shirt and he leans forward for me. I take it off him quickly and I groan when I see his toned, six-pack abs. Fuck, I want to eat off them. Hell, I want to lick every inch of them.

  “Do you like what you see, Sherry?” He pretty much purrs my name and I’m done for.

  I want him so badly that the ache is just getting worse by the minute. “You know I do,” I say as I reach forward. My tongue shoots out and I lick his stomach. Ab by ab I go.

  He sighs and leans back, enjoying my tongue on him. He wraps his hand in my hair and brings me up the length of his body. He devours my lips like there’s no tomorrow.

  I’m getting warm with the feeling of his lips on me and feeling the warmness of his naked stomach against my hands as I hold myself up. I groan feeling his warm flesh.

  “Are you going to be able to keep quiet?” he asks.

  “Yes.” I moan when his hand rubs over my breast. I want him to rip my clothes off, but he’s just lightly rubbing against my breast while he captures my mouth. I have enough and lean away from him and off the bed.

  He looks at me, puzzled. I grin. I lift my shirt up and over my head and throw it on the floor. From the waist up the only thing from keeping my top half covered is my bra. He’s staring at my breasts and he licks his lips. Damn, I want to feel that tongue on my nipples, licking and sucking them into his mouth. I grab both of my breasts and squeeze, groaning as the pressure feels refreshing.

  He grunts when his hands touch my breasts. My bra does not leave much to the imagination. The lace is very see-through. He flicks my nipples with his thumbs and I can’t hold back my moan.

  He chuckles. “I don’t think you’ll be able to keep quiet, Sherry. I’ve barely done anything to you and you’re moaning like crazy. Your body is so responsive to my touch it’s driving me insane,” His hands reach around my back and unhook my bra. He lightly brushes the straps off my shoulders and down my arms revealing my breasts. My hard nipples stand straight. They are so hard that I’m sure I could cut glass with them. I’m so fucking horny that I can’t see straight.

  “Fuck, your tits are amazing,” he grunts. He rubs them with his hands then tugs a little on my nipple. A shockwave of pleasure shoots down to my pussy and I grind against him.

  “Fuck, that feels good.” My voice is heavy with need. It’s been a while since I’ve come from a man’s touch and this isn’t just any man, this is Mike, my new boyfriend. The hunk with the abs that are so fucking eligible that I want nothing more than to feast on them.

  He grabs me, flipping us over so he’s on top of me. I squeal and giggle as he grins over me. He leans down and feasts on my lips. I groan when his tongue shoves its way into my mouth. He grabs my breasts roughly in his hands while his lips don’t break from my lips.

  He moves back away from me and tugs on my pants. Oh boy, here comes the good stuff. He groans when he sees my matching panties, the barely there material that is covering my pussy.

  “Fuck, I want to eat you up,” he mutters after throwing my pants away.

  My insides do a flip, knowing what’s coming next. He’s going to remove my panties and devour me with his tongue. Fuck, do I want to feel that tongue against my pussy, lapping at my clit. My clit is tingling just from thinking about him doing it, He hasn’t even touched me there yet and I’m buzzing with desire. He grabs my panties and brings them down my legs slowly, then lifts them to his nose, smelling my desire on them. He moans heavily.

  “Fuck, you smell amazing. I bet you taste just as good,” he mutters as he leans down and stations himself between my legs. I quiver at the fact that just seconds from now he will be torturing me slowly with his tongue. He takes my legs and holds them in his arms, lightly blowing on my clit and my hips are almost jumping off the bed, just from that. Jesus fuck! Sherry get a fucking grip! He hasn’t even touched you yet.

  “Do you want me to lick this pink pussy of yours?” he asks and I’m shocked by his dirty talk.

  Fuck, I’m sure I just gushed everywhere. I love it when a man talks dirty to me and with Mike doing it, it’s like ten times better. “Oh, my God, yes.” My voice sounds breathless from excitement.

  He dives right in and doesn’t have mercy on me when he licks and nips at my clit. My hips are moving on their own as he holds me close to his face. His eyes are closed while savouring the taste of my pussy on his tongue. God, seeing him between my legs is so fucking hot that I’m ready to explode right now and he just started. I bite my lip hard to keep from moaning. I know these walls are paper thin. I lived here my teenage years and I’ve heard my fair share from my parent’s bedroom. Let’s just say I never got over the fact that I’ve heard my parents going at it. It’s a memory I’ve been working on for years to forget, but it just won’t get the fuck out of my head.

  Mike lets go of my clit and grins up at me. “You taste even better than I thought you would. Ten times better.”

  My cheeks blush and he crawls up my body. “Can I kiss you after…” His voice trails off and I nod my head. He leans down and kisses my lips. The taste of him mixed with the taste of my pussy on his lips has me moaning into the kiss. He groans against me. My hand trails down to his boxers and I want them off now! I tug at them and he lifts off me a little, just enough for my legs to push either side of them down his ass. His cock slaps against my hot core. I shiver from it and his eyes dilate.

  “You ready for this? There’s no turning back. I want you and only you. No more games after this,” he says against me.

  “Yes, please yes,” I squeak out.

  “Do you have a condom?” I ask him and he nods his head.

  He gets up from the bed, heads to his bag, and takes out a box of twelve condoms. Unopened, I might add. I raise a brow at him and his neck and face starts to warm as he goes red. I giggle and shake my head at him.

  “I didn’t know what would happen this weekend but I wanted to be prepared for anything,” he stutters out.

  I chuckle. “It’s fine. I’m happy you have them because I’m sure we’ll go through at least half of the box this weekend.” I wink at him as he grins.

  He rips open the box and takes one off the strip, throwing the box back down on his bag. Then he grins at me and picks them back up. He brings them over to the dresser near my bed, puts them down, and walks back over to me. His cock is swinging back and forth as he walks towards me and I bite my lip. God damn, he’s big. I will for sure feel him stretch me to my max. He’s much bigger than any other man I’ve slept with. I’m just itching to have him in my mouth, feel each vein touching my tongue. I have a feeling that my poor jaw will be sore, but it’ll be well worth it, seeing his face of pleasure when I suck him off.

  I lean up on my elbows and push myself up. He looks at me with uncertainty about what I’m up too. I reach out and touch him, his stomach tightening when my fingers lightly skim over his abs. I move my fingers down to his pelvic area, running them through the nicely trimmed hair above his cock. He doesn’t have tons of hair, just enough to make him look manly. He’s standing in front of me at the side of the bed. When my hand touches just above his cock I smile wickedly at him.

  He groans lightly when my finger runs down the length of him. “Well, are you going to suck my cock or are you just going to stare at it?” he asks with a chuckle to his voice.

  I bite my lip and he puts his fingers through my hair, gripping it in his hands. I look up at him, then lick my lips as I stare at his cock bobbing in front of my face.

  “You want me to suck you? Well, are you going to be able to keep quiet?” I ask
with a teasing tone.

  He looks down at me and grins, nudging my lips with the tip. “Open wide, Sherry. You know you want too.”

  Well, what can I say to that? I open my mouth and take him in. He groans as soon as his cock touches my tongue. I push him further into my mouth and he’s moaning like crazy. I release him and kiss the tip. He’s staring at with me with so much need that it nearly causes my insides to scream.

  “Are you sure that it’ll be me that needs to be quiet? I’m sure it’s you that has to be reminded to be quiet,” I tease him while lightly giggling to myself.

  He pulls me up by my hair with just enough pressure for it to tingle and send shivers down my spine. He claims my mouth with his and our tongues are duelling for dominance. He leans away and there is something about the way he’s grinning at me that makes my insides melt.

  “I’ll be able to, but I know for a fact that your pussy is going to be so fucking tight that you’ll be calling out my name in two seconds flat,” he smirks with lustful eyes.

  He doesn’t give me any time to response to him. He lifts me and sets me back on the bed, then settles himself between my legs. I feel his cock nudging at my entrance. I feel giddy like it’s my first time all over again.

  He leans back on his knees, grabs the condom from the dresser, and hands it to me. Oh, he wants me to put it on him. I grab it from his hand, rip it open, and throw the wrapping on the dresser. My tongue reaches out and flicks the tip of his cock and he groans.

  “Tease,” he hisses between his teeth.

  I stroke him up and down before rolling the condom down his shaft. He feasts on my lips with kisses, then leans me back and nestles between my legs once again. My insides are screaming for relief. I want him more than ever.

  “Are you ready? Remember. Be quiet. Don’t want anyone to come up here and bang on the door,” he grins down at me while saying this.

  I can’t help but giggle as well. I know for a fact my mother wouldn’t be coming up here, but my son is downstairs with his father and if he starts worrying where I am, he’ll be up here fast looking for me. My thought is cut off when I feel the tip of his cock enter me. Oh, my fucking God, yes! Just the tip is enough to stretch me and he’s not fully in. This is going to be good.

  He kisses my mouth with a sweet kiss before slamming home, stretching me to the max. I gasp into his mouth followed by a moan. He stays non-moving for a second and his eyes say it all, he wants to pound into me like there’s not tomorrow. Is he worried about the sound traveling?

  I lean my head up a bit, my lips touching his ear. I slide my tongue out and lightly lick the outer part. He’s moaning above me, his dick twitching with his stroke of my tongue.

  “What are you waiting for? Fuck me, big boy. You know you want to.” My voice sounds almost like a purr.

  He groans and does just that. He pulls out to the tip and slams himself back in. My gasps and moans of pleasure are camouflaged by his shoulder, my teeth lightly scraping his skin with every thrust of his hips. Damn, it feels so fucking good. His cock is hitting all the right places. How in the hell did I wait so long to have a rumble in the sack with this man?

  Mike’s groaning with each trust he gives. He grabs my leg and brings it over his shoulder. He nips and kisses my leg as he thrusts into me. With the change of the position he’s hitting that magical spot and I’m for sure going to see stars when I come. I feel myself tightening a little around him from this position.

  “Fuck, you’re tight, Sherry.” He moans my name, thrusting faster and harder into me. I’m like a bomb ready to go off at any minute. He keeps hitting the right buttons.

  “Yes! Fuck, I’m close,” I hiss through my teeth.

  He takes that information and keeps slamming into me, the bed shaking with each thrust he gives me. At this point I could fucking care less if anyone hears us. I just want to come so fucking bad. His hand glides down to my clit and his finger starts strumming against it, sending little shock waves of pleasure up my core. I’m so fucking close to losing it. He works his finger faster and faster while still holding his thrusts. Oh, my God!

  “Come for me, Sherry. Give it to me,” he grunts.

  A flashback of the daydream I had while pleasuring myself comes to mind and I lose it. “Fuck, yes,” I moan, but then bite my lip.

  Mike chuckles on top of me till he feels me wrapping more tightly around him and he groans, giving me a few more strokes. He pauses inside me, his face etched with pure pleasure. My name leaves his lips when he comes, his jets of come hitting inside the condom. Our bodies are slick with sweat from our fuck session. His head is nestled against my leg while he holds himself up on his legs. My legs and his legs are both shaking from the impact of our orgasms.

  “That was fucking incredible,” he mumbles against my neck and I giggle from the sensation.

  “I think we both need to take a shower,” I say.

  He lifts his head from my neck and smiles down at me. “We both smell like sex. And I don’t care what anyone has to say, I’m not taking a shower. I want to stake my claim on you in front of that fucktard of an ex of yours.”

  My inner kitten is purring at the fact he wants to stake his claim on me but I’m sweaty. “Come on, just a little shower just to get the sweat off?” I ask.

  He shakes his head. “Nope.” He grins as he backs away from me. I pout and he chuckles. “Come on, we should get dressed. Your parents and son must be wondering what’s taking us so long.” He smirks and my nipples harden again.

  Damn, I get to have this man between my legs all weekend? Bring it, I haven’t come that hard in, well hell, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before.

  Chapter 7

  Mike and I head downstairs. He has a hold on my ass and he squeezes a little each time I hit a step. My poor, clean panties are soaked already. How in the hell is he affecting me so much? I’ve never had a man that has before like he does. I want to hide upstairs in the room and continue our little fuck session, but I know this isn’t the time. My son is waiting for me. I haven’t seen him in a while.

  Once we’re downstairs I hear Mason laughing and squealing in the living room. My head snaps to the side to look at Mike. He has a grin on his face and his legs are moving faster than mine as he takes my hand, heading to the living room. As we walk into the room, Mike’s hand tightens around mine. I notice my ex is still here, on the floor playing with our son. I know Mike doesn’t like the fact that Jeff is still here, but Mason seems to be having a nice time with his father. He might have changed and is going to step up for his son now. I don’t want to come between them.

  Mason’s head turns towards us and the smile on his face warms my heart to no end. He’s up and off the floor fast and runs over to me. I go down on my knees and he jumps, wrapping his arms around my neck.

  “What took you so long?” he asks, leaning away from me and staring at my face with his little questioning eyes.

  I chuckle because he’s so frigging cute. “I had to unpack a few things,” I say and he looks at Mike then back to me.

  “I heard something moving upstairs, mommy. Did you lose something?” he asks in his little cute voice, trying to pry it out of me.

  “Oh, yes. I, umm, lost my earring,” I mutter.

  He jumps out of my arms, heading back over to his father on the floor. Jeff is staring at me, then at Mike. He knows what Mike and I were doing upstairs, the same as my parents. My father won’t meet my eye and my mother is grinning. Well, so much for being quiet. At least Mason doesn’t know exactly what we were doing. Mike wraps his arm around me and I notice Jeff go rigid, his jaw clenched tightly.

  “So, Mike, how did you meet Sherry?” He spits out Mike like it’s a disease.

  I glare at Jeff because I’m not going to put up with his shit right now. He can be jealous all he wants, but it’s been years since we’ve been together and he has no say whatsoever in who I date.

  My father clears his throat, stopping me from opening my mouth to give Jef
f a piece of my mind. He knows I’m ready to say something that I’ll regret because Mason is sitting right there. Mike’s arm around me tightens a little, reassuring me that it’s fine.

  “I met Sherry through my sister, who is Sherry’s roommate,” he says, his voice sounding strong.

  Jeff goes back to playing with Mason. Thank God, he doesn’t say anything else right now, but I know this isn’t over, not by a long shot. Knowing Jeff, he’ll find a way to dig it to Mike later. I just hope he doesn’t do or say anything in front of Mason. If he does I swear I’ll just punch him.

  “Mom, what time will supper be ready?” I ask.

  She gets up off the chair and runs to the kitchen. Well, I guess that answers my question. She must have forgotten something in the oven. Hopefully it’s not burnt. That would make a good impression on Mike, now wouldn’t it? My mother tends to forget things easily. I remember around Christmas time last year she invited my aunts and uncles and she totally forgot the turkey in the oven and the damn thing was so burnt that we couldn’t even cut it. It was the opposite of the turkey in that movie, National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation. This thing you could break a window with, it was that bad. Thank God for my aunt Amanda. She brought a turkey from home that she had cooked.

  I chuckle at my mother as she runs from the living room to the kitchen. I lean my head back to look at Mike. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. I’m going to check on the disaster my mother has cooking in the kitchen,” I say with a little smile.

  Mike tries to contain the chuckle in his throat, but the rumble in his chest gives him way.

  “Are you alright to be in here, alone, without a war starting?” I ask Mike.

  He gives me a mischievous grin and I shake my head.

  “Yes, I’ll be on my best behavior,” he says.

  I turn to walk away, but he grabs my hand, brings me against him, and leans down, kissing my lips quickly before releasing me. All I hear is Mason, ‘ewww’ when Mike kisses me and I can’t help but laugh.