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I’m pounding into her gorgeous body from behind as she’s on all fours in front of me on my bed. The bed banging against the wall with each thrust mixes with the sounds of our flesh slapping together and it makes me even harder. I have her hair pulled into a makeshift ponytail and my grip tightens with each thrust. I dropped her off at home so she could get her car and come here just as we’d planned.
“Fuck. You’re going to make me come,” I grit out as I fuck her harder, rutting into her harder than I did the last time we had sex. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come.” My voice is strained, feeling so close to the edge and ready to empty my dick inside her.
“Jacob,” she moans as I begin to fuck her harder, my nails digging into her hips as I begin to pound faster. “Fuck, that feels good.”
I’m pulling her onto my dick harder each time and she clamps down around me each time I bottom out inside of her. We’d forgone condoms this time after she’d surprised me by telling me she took a pregnancy test while she was at the hospital that came back negative.
She grabs a pillow, putting it in her mouth and biting down and I hear a muffled moan escape her. “You’re so fucking beautiful. You look so good taking my dick, baby. Fuck. Your pussy is soaking me. I’m going to fuck you until you come all over daddy’s cock. Fuckkkk,” I groan.
I pull out of her, feeling my orgasm near but not wanting it to be over and she whines at the loss of contact when I flip her over and put my face between her legs. She’s already wet, but I want her wetter and she loves it when I do it, so I spit on her pussy. She gasps and bites down on that plump lip just as her sex clenches.
I press my lips to her sex eating her hungrily, tasting the mixture of her cunt and the precum that leaked into her while I was fucking her. I look up at her and as our eyes lock. “Your pussy tastes so fucking good,” I tell her. I lick her obscenely, the noises that her pussy and my mouth make is erotic and sexy and makes my dick even harder. She finds my hands instantly gripping them in hers and tugging on me gently.
“You want to kiss me while I’m inside you? You want to taste your pussy that’s still on my tongue?”
She nods and I reluctantly pull my lips off of her sweet clit and move up her body, dragging my mouth along every body part I pass on the way before finding her lips and sliding my tongue between them just as I push my dick inside of her. I begin driving into her, pushing myself as far into her as I can go as her nails drag down my back.
“You feel so fucking good.” I drop my head into her neck as I push all the way into her slowly. “So beautiful,” I murmur in her ear.
“Oh my God, JP.Please. Please make me come, daddy.” She moans low in my ear and it makes my cock throb harder inside of her hearing her beg for her orgasm.
“I want to get you pregnant,” I tell her as the need to have her in every way possible including as the mother of my children pulls me under what feels like a tidal wave.
She gasps, and she squeezes my dick. I chuckle at her response. “I want it too.”
“The second I fucking can.”
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Fuck,” I whisper in her ear as pleas and whimpers leave her lips letting me know her climax is looming. “This has been what’s been missing. You were the missing piece.”
“JP.”
I stop thrusting, I just hold myself inside of her, my dick pulsing with the need for its orgasm as I stare into her brown eyes. I study her face, her cheeks, her nose, the way her lips form such a perfect pink pout. Her tongue peeks out as she stares up at me with that look that made me believe she was sharing my exact thoughts. “I love you, Whitney.”
Three Years Ago:
The alarm blares through my room and I sit up wishing like hell I hadn’t decided to go into work at four a.m. today after coming off a twenty-hour shift. I was still exhausted and I spent half thenight dreaming of teary brown eyes begging me not to leave her. I’d been in Mexico for less than a week and I was already feeling the absence of Whitney with every move I made. My neck and back ached from the constant tension in my bones, I’ve had an ongoing headache probably brought on by stress and my heart ached every time I thought about her. So did my dick for that matter. I thought about her in the mornings, the afternoons, the evenings, every free second I had when I’d normally reach to text her. To be fair, she had been in contact several times but I hadn’t answered. It was killing me not to respond, but I needed to be strong for her. For me. I left and I needed her to try to move on.
Part of me wanted to call her. Text her. Fly home and show up at her doorstep on my knees and beg for her forgiveness. I was in love with her but I didn’t know how we could move forward. Her parents wouldn’t understand. Hell, I barely understood. A relationship that blossomed out of eighteen years of pure innocence?
I look at the text she’d sent just a few hours ago, making me believe she might be drunk again. I wince thinking about the fact that she’s soaking her liver in vodka and whatever else as an escape from the pain she’s in that I caused.
Whitney: I miss you so much. Please promise me you’ll come back to me one day. Whenever you do, I’ll be ready. I will always love you.
Five Years Ago
Iroll over on my stomach and let out a groan trying to shield my eyes from the light pouring in through my curtains. I was pretty hungover but the pounding behind my eyes was no match for the humming between my legs. I sit up in bed, my mouth falling open as all the memories come flooding back about JP.
Holy shit.
I touch my lips. My very swollen lips that JP had kissed last night. I drag my fingertips over them and down my neck, between my breasts and down to the space between my legs that was still wet. We hadn’t gone farther than dry humping on my couch, even though I pressed for more. But the kiss he gave me before he sent me upstairs had so much promise in it. The promise for more. The promise for everything.
I’d had a crush on Jacob since I turned fourteen and he’d gone on vacation with us to the Bahamas. A lot of time with a tanned, shirtless Jacob had turned me into a lovesick teenager and it only got worse as I got older. When I was fifteen, I began to fantasize about him. When I was sixteen, I thought about him when I touched myself. When I was seventeen, I’d drunk text him but I was always too scared even in my drunken mind to cross that line. I’d type out the words. ‘I want you’ over and over before deleting them. And then last night, I finally did it.
I grab my phone prepared to text him even though it’s eight in the morning and I’m shocked to see he already has.
JP: How are you feeling?
