Page 125 of Dr. Brandt

She leaned back against my legs while I pumped up into her, jolting with pleasure every time the tip of my dick reached her spot. Fuck, this was amazing.

Jessa’s moans and tight pussy drove me crazy, and her perfect tits bouncing shamelessly in the air made me want to suck them.

I couldn’t resist this perfect woman any longer, so I leaned up and captured her breast in my mouth. She moaned as my teeth nipped at her nipple, hardening it even more. I licked underneath her breast, closing my lips around it. I rolled my tongue in circles, pressing against her nipple as Jessa’s hand came up into my hair, gripping and pulling it while her hips moved faster and faster, giving my cock precisely what it wanted.

I moaned loudly against her hot flesh, knowing that this woman’s movements would make me come, and there was nothing I could do about that now. I wanted it. I wanted pleasure from my woman riding me hard and fast. Jessa gripped my shoulders, pushing me back so our eyes could meet.

“Come,” she ordered, “I want your cum inside me.” She smiled seductively.

My balls were tighter than fuck, ready to send my cum directly into her, but I didn’t want this sensation to end. The rippling pleasure from her moving made me numb to everything but her tight pussy and the boiling of extreme pleasure ready to explode out of me.

“That’s it. Are you coming with me?” I managed.

She practically left claw marks on my shoulders as she forced her hips backward, bringing my cock deeper into her.

Shit.

Fuck, I was done. I grabbed her perfect ass and jerked up into her, slamming in hard and deep, joining her pleasure with a growl and groaning of my own.

The orgasm was so fucking intense, and it wouldn’t fucking stop. While her pussy clenched around my cock, sending my cum into her, I rolled her onto her back.

This was more than I expected, and the ecstasy streaming through my system was just a warm-up.

As I came down from the orgasm, Jessa massaged her fingers through my hair and offered me a lazy smile.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I said.

I kissed her lips, and then I noticed we weren’t in the room I thought we were. “The fuck?” I said with a small laugh. “Well, shit,” I dropped my forehead between her breasts. “Looks like Jacks will be taking another room.”

“Is this where he stays in when he comes over?”

I laughed and looked around at all the shit Jacks and I had bought together to help make this room his for when Jessa was cool with him staying with me.

I was never so fucking happy when we told Jacks I was his father, and Jacks responded as if he found out he was the son of some celebrity. I never questioned him for not being upset about why he’d learned so late in life. I was just thankful he responded the way he did.

“The only room in the house with Knicks paraphernalia on the walls and shelves,” I said, knowing that I’d probably never convert my boy into a Lakers fan.

Jessa laughed then her eyes met mine. “You are the best man and father that Jacks and I could ever ask for. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, my dick soft enough to slide out of her warm pussy. “The only thing I regret, aside from not being in his life for so long, is that you raised him to be a Knicks fan when he’s got the genetics of a Lakers fan.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re such a nerd sometimes,” she said, running her finger down the length of my nose.

“I know this is wild and probably the worst thing to say after fucking on our son’s bed—”

“Then don’t say it,” she smiled and laughed.

Perhaps it was best if I waited. Fuck it. We’d waited too long, and life was passing us by each day that we didn’t seize a moment.

“Marry me, Jessa,” I blurted out. I suddenly wished I’d been a little bit more romantic, but hell, maybe proposing to your love with a soft dick after just fucking on your kid’s bed was romantic too?

Jessa laughed and squeezed my head between her arms. “You’re on one of your after-sex highs, and I’m hungry,” she said, kissing the top of my head.

“I will get on my knees here and now and beg for your hand, baby,” I said, nuzzling her neck with my lips. “But if you would like, I will make all of this right by proposing to you on the beach.”

“Naked?” she teased.

“Anything, I don’t give a shit, just be my wife.”

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