That’s madness, but it has nothing on the craziness that rips through me when JR’s recklessness gets the better of him. He spears his tongue through my pussy’s folds before he grazes his teeth over my clit’s hood.
I call out, my body on fire after only one lick, and everything I thought I knew about myself comes undone. I am no longer Jae Ward, Chief Medical Officer of Ravenshoe Private Hospital. I am Jae Ward, hiker, naturalist, and recent inductee into the I’ll-do-anything-for-a-ruggedly-beast-of-a-man-to-eat-my-pussy-like-he’s-never-been-feed hall of fame.
And there’d be no option left off the table if that beast were JR.
“Oh god.” As my hips buck against his mouth, JR slides his thumb up and down my slit. I’m lost as to what he’s doing until he pushes the fat nub inside my body. My vagina clamps around it in an instant, the intrusion both welcoming and painful.
“It’s been a while,” I blurt out when JR’s eyes lift to mine, stunned by the tightness gripping his thumb. “And Cedric didn’t have much to work with.” He licks me harder and faster when Cedric’s name leaves my mouth like he’s his competitor instead of the man he mopped the floor with days ago. “I’m also a fan of pelvic floor exercises.”
If JR’s mouth isn’t up to the task of getting me off, you can be assured his smile is. It peeks through the beard I wish he didn’t hack a second before he returns to devouring me like I’m his favorite dessert.
My entire body shudders as an orgasm prepares to overwhelm me. Moan after moan breaks free from my throat as he drives me to the brink. I’m sweaty even with the AC switched off but also shaking like I’m cold.
“Oh…”
I fall hard and fast. It is a brutal climax that takes everything from me. My control snaps as a whirlwind of emotions has me gasping for air. I feel like I’m trapped, like a panic attack is just around the corner, except I’m not scared. I feel free like I can finally live my life without fear.
And the sensation deepens when JR groans while devouring every drop of cum he’s coercing out of me. He eats me like a wild animal, the lashes of his tongue and nibs of his teeth unstoppable. They push me into climax for the second time even quicker than they did the first time.
I shudder as frantic moans roll up my chest. I can’t stop coming. The sensation is too much. The prickly softness of his beard and the rough, demanding strokes of his tongue are all too much yet all my brain can come up with is ‘more.’
More licks.
More finger-fucking.
More him.
I want it all, and JR gives it to me.
I’ve barely come back from a third float through hysteria when he releases my hands, climbs up my spent body, curls my legs around his waist, then lines his fat cock up with the entrance of my slicked pussy.
I’m drenched front to back, but he still takes his time coating himself with my wetness. He doesn’t want to hurt me, and I have no clue why it took me days to realize that.
As I use one of my hands to open myself to him, the other pulls his sweatpants over the generous swell of his ass before tugging them to his knees. His shirt is next on my hitlist, but before I can expose his hairy pecs to my rapacious gaze, he impales me with one ardent thrust.
I still as a burn of desire rips through my heated center. It hurts, and we both freeze for a minute. I hate pain. It is the bane of my existence, but this pain is different. It’s stupidly wanted even with it feeling like I’m about to be torn in two.
“Perhaps you should warn a girl next time,” I mutter like it is JR’s first time having sex. “No!” I push out with an almost sob when my confession sees him retreating with an expression on his face that reveals he plans to do a whole lot more than prepare for a second pump. “It hurts, but that’s okay. Sometimes good things are meant to cause a little discomfort.”
JR peers at me with stitched brows.
He seems wholly lost.
“If we’re not prepared to experience the occasional bouts of pain, how will we ever learn to cherish the non-painful times? It’s kind of like having sex for the first time. If we stop because we can’t push past the pain, how will we ever learn that it’s meant to be a pleasurable experience?” When his confusion doubles, I breathe out nervously, “Just go slow. A woman’s vagina needs time to adjust to the intrusion.”
I begin to wonder how many women JR has been with when he briefly nods before slowly inching back inside me. He takes it super slow, his eyes only leaving my face when I roll my hips upward so my clit can grind against his eye-bugging V muscle.
He drinks in the way my body responds to the friction before slowly backing out.
“Oh, god, yes,” I moan on a purr when his third thrust occurs with the pad of his thumb rubbing my clit.
He circles the nervy bud until I’m at the point of detonation before he rolls his hips to increase the pressure of his grind. It creates the perfect amount of tension and soon has me begging for him to take me harder and faster.
As the bedding scrunches under my back, I dig my feet into the springy mattress and raise my ass off the bed. JR can take me even deeper now. He can almost fit every inch of his big, thick cock inside of me, and the awareness has me screaming like a banshee.
The change-up unlocks a new beast-like demeanor from JR. He fucks me relentlessly, his pounding rhythms more detrimental to my sanity than his ruggedly handsome face. He takes control, and I give it to him without a single ounce of hesitation.
While gripping the bedsheets in a white-knuckled hold, I scream his brilliance into the night air. I’m desperate to come, almost at the point of begging, then JR withdraws his cock, flips me over, yanks me back, then drives home for the second time.
