Itake a single step forward. The front of my body brushes up against hers. She wants me to fuck her, to show her that she’s mine, that she’s always been mine. Always will be mine, even if I can’t have her.
My hand wraps around the length of her hair, tugging, tilting her head back. Her eyes stare up at me. Full of lust, desire, and need. “You really want to do this, Jazzy? You want me to fuck you until you believe that you’re the only woman I’ll ever love? You want me to make you scream so loud the sound will be embedded into the walls of this house?”
“Yes,” she says.
I smile, not a warm, happy smile. No, it’s way more sinister. “You’re going to hate me afterwards,” I tell her.
“Impossible,” she says. “I could never hate you, Jake.”
“You should.” My lips are a breath away from hers.
“I should,” she agrees. “And a part of me does, but a bigger part of me will always love you.”
My fingers brush over her breasts, her nipples hard and her chest arching, pressing into my touch. “If we do this, it’s not going to be gentle,” I warn her. My cock is so fucking hard. I’ve fantasized about this woman for far too fucking long. “Although it would be good to have new material.” I smirk. “Jerking off to the memory of a sixteen-year-old you isn’t a good look for a man my age.”
“You do not.” Her eyes widen.
I nod my head. “It’s your face I picture every single time. That perfect fucking mouth, the way it opened in a little O as you came for me. So damn pretty.”
“You really should update your material then. You’re way too old to be lusting after a sixteen-year-old girl.” She smiles as if she thinks I’m joking.
“Not a sixteen-year-old girl.You, Jazzy.” Every sexual fantasy I have involves her. The things I want to do with this woman are endless.
“What are you waiting for? You have me right here, Jake. Time to make those fantasies a reality,” she taunts.
“I’m waiting for you to come to your senses and tell me to stop, to get away from you,” I admit.
“Not going to happen. I want this, Jake.” As soon as the words are out of her mouth, my lips crash onto hers. And just like two days ago, when I kissed her in that elevator, everything but Jazzy disappears from my mind.
Her lips are so soft, so full. I’d love to spread her out on a bed and take my time with her, but my cock has other ideas. I need to be inside her as soon as humanly possible. As my tongue pushes into her mouth and swirls around, my fingers find the clasp of her bra, snapping it undone.
Jazzy breaks away from my kiss and smiles. “One handed. I’m impressed.”
“I already told you we’re not sixteen-year-old virgins anymore, Jaz. I have skills now.” I chuckle.
Something crosses her face momentarily, and then, as if I imagined it, it’s gone.
I pull her bra straps down her arms and her breasts fall free. “Fucking perfect,” I hiss out.
Then I bend forward and take one of her pert nipples into my mouth, flicking my tongue over the hard bud. My hand cupping the other breast.
“Mmm, God!” Jazzy moans as I lavish each part of her chest with attention.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect,” I groan as my mouth latches on to the opposite nipple, my hands squeezing the flesh. “So fuckable.”
She has filled out so fucking perfectly. Her body was made for fucking, made for me.
Jazzy tugs on my hair, guiding my face back up to hers. Her mouth lands on mine in a frenzy. Her arms wrap around my neck.
Cupping her ass, I lift her off the ground, and her legs go around my waist. I turn and push her back into the wall, grinding my cock against her pussy. Groaning as pleasure sweeps over me. If I keep dry-humping her, I’m going to come embarrassingly early.
“I need to be inside you,” I tell her.
Unwrapping her legs from mine, Jazzy reaches for the sides of her panties and slides them down her legs. “It’s not right that I’m completely naked and you’re still dressed,” she says.
I smirk, reach for the back of my shirt, and pull it over my head before tossing it to the side. “If you wanted me naked, you only had to ask.”
“I want you naked,” she says.