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Eight
Jake
Jasmine comes like a motherfucking Mac truck. Taking my breath away and irrevocably snatching my heart out of my chest. The way her scent fills the surrounding air, the loud, dirty noises resonating into the night, how fucking gorgeous she looks, breaking into a thousand pieces for me. Fuck, I’m never coming back from this moment. The first ever orgasm, my woman gifts me. I drag and prolong her pleasure, making her cry out her bliss, tremor, and squirt over and over. Until she’s nothing but a gorgeous, ragged, spent siren resting on the tumultuous shore of our lovemaking. I climb on the bed to come lay next to her, running a tender hand over her dampened skin. She feels so soft. Her body is fucking beautiful. I could do this for hours. Make her come, then gently caress her and press tender kisses to her lips. Even with my painfully hard cock.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whisper reverently.
Jasmine flutters her eyes open and turns to face me, our lips only inches apart. She cups the scuffed side of my jaw.
“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever seen.” She pecks me. “The hottest.” Another deep pe kiss. “Most badass.” This time she sensually bites my lower lip. “And you made me feel so fucking good.” She swipes her tongue inside my mouth, making my dick jump against her full hip. “I wanna feel you inside me.” She tugs at my nipples at the same time we eat each other up like starved animals. “Please, daddy. Fuck me.”
The crazed plea has barely left her engorged lips. I fill my fucking dirty hands with her full curves and flip her on her belly. Fuck! I’ve lusted after her ass since I saw her walk towards that fucking moron kid in the bar earlier. Two full, round globes absolutely perfect to fill my huge paws. I place my knees on each side of her thighs, slide my dick in the crease of her ass, and start pumping. I add spit to the slippery mess of her juices and my precum, and my shaft slides deliciously between her thick buns. Fuck. I angle my big cockhead to push against her holes, and she jumps every time, wailing with ecstasy.
“Oh Fuck, Jake!”
“Fuck, babe. You feel so fucking good,” I rasp out. “Can’t fucking wait to push inside you.”
I breach the entrance of her pussy with my thick cockhead and Jasmine gasps, freeing in place, eyes wild with pleasure.
“Oh fuuuck…,” she drags out.
But before she can get used to my size, before her greedy pussy gets its fill of me, I pull out and push against the ring of her asshole. Adding more spit, slowly massaging my flesh against the tight circle of muscle. She moans louder.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, Jake…”
“You like that, dirty girl?” My thrust is a few inches deeper this time, and my fucking girl whimpers loudly. “Cause I fucking love your big, juicy ass. Fuck, baby. You’re gonna make me come so fucking hard.”
I pull Jasmine up, draping one arm across her chest, and start playing with her fucking perfect tits. I slide the fingers of my other hand between her slippery folds. My steel-hard cock finds its way back to the entrance of her pussy, and I plunge balls deep in one powerful roll of my hips. I piston into her, at the same time pulling and rolling her nipples, pinching and rubbing her clit. Her loud, sexy moans and cries mix with my savage grunts. The room filled with the lewd sounds of wet flesh slapping together, and the heady smell of sex.
“You ready to cum again for me, pretty girl?” She whimpers into my mouth. “You gonna take my cum?” Jasmine nods frantically, eyes glazed over. “Every single last drop of it,” I rasp out in a guttural tone, face buried in the crook of her neck, lips, tongue, and teeth feasting on her tender flesh.
I feel my tight balls harden like never. I’m like a fucking volcano about to erupt. Lava bubbling at the surface.
I slap Jasmine’s fat cunt, and she breaks loose. Shaking and writhing. Moaning loudly, both hands thrown back and wrapped around my neck, clutching me to her. The ripples of pleasure coursing through her body, the muscles of her pussy contracting around me, sucking me in, trigger my own orgasm. I explode deep inside her, my powerful hands digging into her soft, plump flesh in a way I know will leave fucking marks. My teeth sinking harder into her skin, before I roar with pleasure and throw my head back. Fuck, this girl. When I finally pull out, Jasmine whimpers at the loss of our connection, and I feel like I just lost a limb. But seeing my cum leak from her gorgeous pussy is so fucking beautiful, I know it’s worth it. I lay her back on the bed, taking her mouth in a long, deep, wet kiss. My filthy hands roaming all over her lush body. Filling my palms with her full curves. The fantastic, big, round tits, the full hips, thick thighs, and back to that pussy I don’t seem to be able to get enough of. And Jasmine gives back just as good. She sucks on my fucking tongue, plays with my nipples, wantonly scratches my skin, bites me just hard enough that the sting sends new electric jolts to my already hardening dick. Fuck, I’m like a fucking teenager with this woman. She strokes me with one hand and i play with her wet folds, rubbing our mixed juices over her clit, fucking my cum back inside her tight channel with my thick fingers, pulling more moans from her abused lips. Fuck, my fucking girl. Fucking perfect for me. And before we know it, we’re back at it again. First she rides me cowgirl style, rolling her pelvis in a sensual dance that dries me fucking mad. Then I fuck her on her back, with her legs thrown over my shoulders. We fuck, talk, laugh, kiss, and fucking bond until early morning. And when my girl is dead to the world, laying gorgeously spent and satisfied, I know it’s time for me to go on a mission.
Nine
The Confrontation
JAKE
I walk into The Johnson General Store, spot the fucking piece of shit I’m looking for, sitting alone behind the counter, and lock the front door after myself.
“Hey,” he yells in a voice that goes up several notches. “You can’t fucking do that, man!”
I ignore his protest and pounce on him. The scumbag starts backtracking and makes his way to the back. But before he can lock himself in a room, I grab a hold of him by his uniform shirt collar, and for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, I plaster him to the wall behind him.
“Do you know who I am?” I fucking growl in his face.
“I’m sorry, man. Fuck, I didn’t know this… uh.. Jazzy was-”
I interrupt him, tutting. “Believe me, kid. You do not want me to have to repeat myself.”
He gets on with the program. “Yes, Mr O’Malley, sir. I know who you are.”
I nod slowly, letting out the fucking psycho laying very close to the surface in me.
“Do you know who Jasmine is?”
