Still Day 4 of Block Party Prepping (6 to go)
Jan squirmed beneath my mouth, and I was reluctant to give up my treat. But my cock was real fucking close to punching a hole through my jeans, and I couldn’t wait another minute.
I moved up, grabbing Jan, my Pretty Girl, by the neck and pulled her towards me for a lusty, long kiss.
Fuck.
She was divine. Jan didn’t shy away from the taste of her sweet cunt on my lips.
On the contrary, she was an eager participant, sucking on my tongue, and making me fucking ache to sink into her tight heat. I had one hand in my pocket, searching my wallet for the foil-covered packet I never left home without.
The sound of it ripping was low compared to our heavy breathing. Jan’s fingers clutched at my shoulders, and I groaned. The sound of her mewling whines went straight to my dick.
“Get on your knees and turn around.”
Jan’s eyes widened, and I thought she might argue, but for once in her life, Jan listened.
And it was hot.
So fucking hot.
This strong, vibrant woman was going to let me tell her what to do when we were like this. And I couldn’t fucking wait.
“Good Girl,” I praised her.
My voice was husky and deep. I couldn’t fucking wait to sink into her. But I wanted it to be good, to last longer than a goddamn second, so I covered my cock in latex and squeezed my balls to try to calm myself down.
I licked my lips at the picture she made on her knees. I peeled her open dress off her arms and fuck me, that ass I coveted was on perfect display. I ran my hands over her soft globes, loving the moaning sounds she made.
Deciding I needed more room to do what I really wanted, which was to slam as deep inside her slick channel as humanly possible, I gave her another command.
“Turn to the side. Face the arm of the couch. Put your hands behind your back, Good Girl,” I grunted, moving her where I wanted her.
I climbed on behind her, shoving her legs farther apart with my knee. Then I held both her arms behind her back with one hand around both her wrists and I pushed until her chest rested on the arm of the couch.
She was breathing heavy. But so was I.
Goddamn, she looked so good.
Submissive.
Sexy.
And so ready for me.
I kneeled behind her, thanking God for the deep, old-fashioned leather couch Mr. Jones had in his office.
There was more than enough space for us both, and I needed the leverage.
“Are you ready for me, Jan? Is your pussy primed to take me?”
I placed my cock at her entrance.
“Y-yes. I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice hitching.
I could practically feel her need vibrating through her. It matched my own, and for that I would be eternally grateful.
This was it. I was finally going to stake my claim on this fine as fuck woman.
I grabbed her hips, humming in approval at the way she arched her back, showing me she was ready. Then, I pushed all the way in.
“That’s it. Take it. Take it all,” I growled, slamming my hips against her ass and filling her tight pussy.
“You’re so fucking wet, my thighs are soaked, Baby. You’re dripping onto my balls,” I grunted, so turned on I hardly knew what I was saying.
She must have liked it though, cause her pussy squeezed me even tighter. I groaned, slowing my thrusts just so I could feel her tight heat gripping my dick.
I let go of her wrists, needing to be closer. Falling on top of her with my front covering her back, I caged her in, pounding into her like a damn beast.
I didn’t even recognize my own voice. I was grunting and growling like a fucking animal, but what could I say? She brought it out in me.
I was always the easy going one. A genial sort of guy. The casual date. Very lax about relationships. I only considered myself to be someone’s boyfriend once or twice. I wasn’t the jealous, possessive type. At least, not normally.
But with Jan, I hardly recognized myself. With her, I was something else.
Obsessed. Needy. Demanding.
Yes, but there was more to it.
I wanted her pleasure. I wanted to be the one who gave it, who controlled it.
The only one.
I needed her to be mine. And I never felt that way before. I wanted more than to spend some time in her bed. I wanted her.
It wouldn’t be easy. Pursuing a relationship with her was fraught with a million complications. The least of which wasn’t that we were competing for the same damn storefront.
But she was important. I could feel it in my bones.
Her body quivered beneath mine and I groaned at how good she felt.
“Fuck. Are you close? I need you close, Pretty Girl.”
She nodded. At least, I thought she nodded. I was looking at the back of her head, but it appeared that way to me. Her ass jiggled in my lap with every thrust, the soft skin of her thighs slapping against my balls, and fuck, it felt so good.
“Rub your clit for me, Jan Baby. Make yourself come,” I demanded.
My Good Girl listened. I felt her lift, sliding her little hand between her body and the sofa. I pounded harder, making my strokes touch deeper, and her long moan filled my ears.
“Tell me. Tell me how you feel.”
I was seconds from exploding. My orgasm hovered on the periphery of my vision. But I needed her to come first.
“So good. You feel so good. Oh God! David, I-I’m gonna,” she moaned just as her cunt spasmed, strangling my cock with the strength of her orgasm and pulling mine right from my body.
After catching my breath, I leaned back, pulling my semi-hard dick from her slit. She tried to move, but I held her there.
“David,” she whimpered.
“Hold still. There you go,” I moaned, licking my lips as I pulled off the condom and grabbed a tissue to clean her.
“Someday, I’ll fuck you raw, then I can watch our combined pleasure drop from your body,” I said as I wiped her pussy clean and tucked the used rubber inside the tissue.
“Oh my God, David!”
“What? Can you imagine it? Sexy as fuck,” I said, smacking her ass before I allowed her to move.
“I can’t believe some of the things you say, David,” she murmured, her cheeks pink as she tugged on her underwear.
“Just telling the truth, Baby. But why don't you call me Buck?”
“Oh, do you mind when I use your real name?”
“Mind? Nah. I like it when you say my name,” I told her, cupping her cheeks and pulling her close for a kiss.
But instead of meeting her lips with mine, I licked her from the hollow of her throat to her gaping mouth. Sucking in the complex flavors that was this stunning woman.
My stunning woman.
“I like it when you say it,” I repeated.
“But I fucking love it when you scream it.”