Page 81 of Cocky Origins: May and Jerald Cocker

I stick it out and he latches on with his lips, gently sucking for a second while I stroke his cock with guidance. He shivers and releases my hand, but I don’t let go. I don’t want to. “Atta girl. You learn quickly, don’t you?” After a moment, he pries my fingers off, swoops me up and throws me over his shoulder. “Didn’t want to let go of me?”

“Never!”

He gives my bottom a hard spank, and tosses me onto the bed before yanking off his shoes and socks. My breath hitches as he crawls, naked. I am absolutely fascinated by his body, the muscles, the blonde hair, the strength. Sitting on his heels with his cock hard and bouncing, Jerald takes off my now-favorite shoes and drops them next to the bed. He traces my thighs just over the tops of my stockings, playing with the garter belt clip, his thumb flicking it.

I’m about to ask if he needs help to unfasten it, but the very next second he’s sliding down one stocking as if this isn’t his first pair.

“What’s that look for?”

“You’ve done this before!”

“Now May, you know I’m a sailor.” He rolls the second one down. “You must’ve heard the stories.”

“Yes, I suppose I have.”

“Don’t pout.”

“I’m not pouting.”

“Don’t lie either. Save that for your folks.”

“I just wish it was your first time.”

“Trust me, you don’t.”

With a high level of expertise he removes my garter belt. I can feel my bottom lip sticking out, the furrow between my brows. And of course, my arms are crossed over my brassiere as I lie on this pillow, staring at the ceiling. Suddenly I feel him guiding my legs open, his finger lightly touching the outside of my panties, the strip over my private place. Heat is dragged from everywhere else in my body and concentrated in that one little spot. Wherever Jerald’s finger moves the heat follows. My arms uncross and I grip the blanket. I’m biting my bottom lip now, still staring at the ceiling, but now afraid if I do anything else he might stop. Over my panties, with a little pressure, he traces many paths that are my undoing. I’m panting, knuckles white, legs stretched and unmoving. “You’ve soaked these right through, haven’t you? Let’s just move this over a little.” I close my eyes knowing he’s looking at me. I never even look at me. And I didn’t think the spot could grow any hotter, but it has. When the tip of his finger touches my private skin, pushing through the curly hairs, my hips rise up on their own. I can’t stop them, and I don’t want to. It feels so good. He groans, and touches a place that feels like honey on fire. I’m panting harder, legs beginning to tremble. His voice is so deep. “Atta girl, it’s just me here. Just you and me. Move those hips if you want to. Do what feels good. You wanna rub up against it? Do you want to feel the pressure of my whole hand rubbing you like this? Or do you like the soft touch of my finger like this?”

He rubs up and down while I lose my mind. I stiffen, whimpering as heat bursts inside me.

“You alright?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Let’s remove these,” he murmurs, sliding my panties off. Climbing on top of me, he frowns, “This might hurt, seeing as it’s your first time.”

I throw my arms around his neck, staring into his eyes as I prepare myself, my legs wrapping around his narrow hips. Little by little he pushes his thick cock inside me. I wince on account of him being right. It does hurt, but pleasure is mixed with the pain, and he keeps checking on me to make sure it’s not too much.

A whole conversation is silently taking place and when I finally close my eyes to help myself relax, our bodies start to move as if we were meant to do this all along.

46

JERALD

The way May feels in my arms.

How good she smells.

How willing she was to touch me.

Hold me.

“I never wanna let you go, either, May,” I groan as we rock, my hips opening hers, my cock buried deep. Pressure is building in my cock. She kisses me and I nibble her tongue before devouring her.

“How do you feel, baby?”

“Hot all over!”

“Do you think you might come again?”

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