“You’re going to be my meal and you’re not going to stop me, Jake,” she says. Her lips land against my nipple briefly and then she’s kissing her way down my chest, along the middle of my abs until she’s on her knees peering up at me.
Without breaking eye contact, she wraps her hand around my hard length and then her tongue darts out, licking from top to bottom. She swirls it around the tip. Lapping up the precum that’s leaking out.
“Fuck me,” I moan.
“That’s the plan.” Jazzy smiles before she encloses her mouth around my tip and then ever so slowly slides down. Her palm gripping around my base.
My hands scoop up her hair, holding it away from her face. I don’t want anything interrupting my view. I’ve dreamed about this moment so many times, but the reality is so much better. We’ve been fooling around for weeks now, but this is the first time she’s given me a blow job. I’m not complaining. If anything, I’ve been avoiding her advances. Not wanting to rock the boat with my acceptance in this house.
“Oh god.” I’m not going to last long. Her mouth feels fucking incredible. Jazzy’s other hand cups my balls, massaging them as she sucks me in and out. “Fuck, Jazzy, I’m going to come soon,” I tell her.
She looks up at me, pleased. She should be. She’s just made me lose all control in minutes. But then she lets my cock spill from her mouth. “You want to come, Jake?” she asks, gently sliding her hand up and down.
I nod my head. “I really want to fucking come, Jazzy.”
“Good. I want you to come too. But not in my mouth,” she says.
“Okay.” I don’t expect her to swallow. I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing her do that. But fuck… I’ll take anything I can get from this woman.
“I want you to come somewhere else.” She stands, her hand continuing to work me up and down.
“Where?” I ask her.
“I want you to come inside me, Jake.”
“I can do that.” Spinning us around, I pick her up and have her pressed against the wall. I reach between us and line my cock up with her entrance. “Are you ready for me, Jazzy?”
“I’m always ready for you, Jake. I’m so wet. I need you to fuck me.” Her eyes are full of lust and need.
I slam into her, bottoming out, and now I’m wondering why I’ve been holding back. I fucking love being inside this woman. It’s my favorite place to be. If I could stay here forever, I would.
“I can’t wait to fuck you for the rest of our days.”
“Yes,” she says. “I’ll marry you. Wait… Was that your proposal? I can’t tell our grandchildren that you proposed with your dick inside me, Jake.”
I chuckle. “That was not my proposal. You’ll know when I propose, baby, but we are getting married.”
“I could say no,” she hums, and I pull out and thrust back into her. Hard. “Oh shit!” Jazzy throws her head back against the tiles.
I continue to fuck her, covering her mouth with my own when her moans get louder. I’m hoping the noise of the running water drowns out the obscene sounds we’re making. If not, I’ll swallow her moans.
My tongue swirls around hers as I continue to fuck her. Her body tightens, her pussy clenching around me as she comes apart.
“Best fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her, because it is. I know I say that every time, and I’ll continue to. For the rest of our lives.
I follow her over the edge, coating her pussy with my cum, just like she asked me to do.
Chapter Thirty-One
Iwake up to Jake rushing around the room, putting his clothes back on. “What’s wrong?” I ask him.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. I have to get to the office.”
“Now? What time is it?”
“Seven.” He continues getting dressed and I continue staring at him. It’s not that strange for him to leave this early. Itisstrange that he seems to be in so much of a rush. Once he’s fully dressed, he leans over and presses his lips to the center of my forehead. “I love you.”
“I love you too. What has you spooked?”