“I like it.” It’s the truth.
I climb back on the bed, and Jazzy’s hands roam over my shoulders, down and up my arms, and then lower. To my abs. “You’re so hard everywhere. And I’m…”
“You’re what?” I ask her.
“Flabby.”
I look at her in shock. She did not just call herself flabby. “Are you kidding me?”
“What?”
“Jazzy, your body is fucking perfection. There isn’t an inch of you I don’t love. That I won’t worship.”
“You’ve been dating supermodels, Jake. Why would you want to settle for me?”
“No one measures up to you, Jazzy. Your beauty takes my breath away,” I tell her. “And if you call my fiancée flabby again, we will have issues.”
“I’m not your fiancée. You haven’t asked me to marry you,” she says.
I pause. “I will. When the time is right, I will give you the proposal you deserve.”
My lips land on hers, silencing any of her concerns. I don’t know where they came from, but I’ll be damned if I’m going to let her doubt herself. Jazzy is fucking gorgeous, with curves in all the right places.
“I fucking love you,” I say as I line the tip of my cock up with her entrance.
“I love you too,” Jazzy says. “I’d love you more if you hurried up and fucked me.”
Hearing those words out of sweet little Jazzy’s mouth is shocking. But who am I to deny the woman what she wants?
I thrust into her, pausing. Her pussy clenches around my dick.
“You feel so good,” I groan and then it hits me. I forgot protection. Again. “Jaz, you want to stop and get a condom?” She should have a choice in this.
“Don’t you dare stop,” she says, lifting her hips. “I like feeling you inside me. Like this. Nothing between us.”
“Me too,” I moan as I pull out and thrust back in. We complement each other. We’re so fucking in sync. It’s never been like this with anyone else. Never been this good.
Moving onto my knees, I pick up Jazzy’s legs, placing her ankles on each of my shoulders as I fuck her relentlessly while watching her breasts bounce. I’ve never wanted more hands before. Now I want so many more. I want to be touching this woman everywhere.
Jazzy screams as an orgasm tears through her. Her pussy clenching me so damn tight I think I’m going to burst. But I’m not ready to be done yet. Pulling out, I flip her over so she’s lying on her stomach, then pick up her hips. Her ass is now on full display for me. Lining my cock up with her entrance, I push inside.
“So fucking good,” I groan, my fingers digging into the flesh of her hips as I fuck her. I reach lower, circling my thumb around her puckered rear hole. Jazzy tenses. She turns to watch me. “Have you ever been fucked here?” I push the tip of my thumb into her ass.
“N-no,” Jazzy says.
I smile. “Good, I like knowing I’m your first,” I tell her. “And your last.”
“Same.”
I could have fucked a handful of girls in high school, before prom. I had them throwing themselves at me. But I never took them up on their offers, because I was waiting for her. Jazzy. And I’m so fucking glad I did.
I pick up my pace. I can feel my balls tighten.
“Don’t pull out,” Jazzy says.
“Wasn’t planning on it.” My cum dripping out of her pussy was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t wait to see it again. My fingers bruise her skin as I come, filling her with my seed.
Collapsing next to Jazzy on the bed, I then pull her limp body on top of mine. Our hearts beating rapidly as we catch our breaths.