Page 26 of His Pickle Her Jam

“Hurry up, Pretty Girl, or I’m gonna have to do it for you.”

“Okay,” she murmured, untying the little belt that held it in place.

Then, like magic, Jan unwrapped the dress, splitting it open in the front. My jaw dropped as she revealed a cute as fuck panty and bra set.

I didn’t know shit about fuck when it came to fashion, but I thought those were pretty pink cherry blossoms painted across the cotton. A damp spot was visible right over her slit and I groaned.

Fuck. She was wet. For me.

I was frozen in place. Just staring at her, taking in every dip and curve, every freckle and beauty mark. She was gorgeous and right now, she was mine.

I licked my lips, dying for a taste.

“Um, maybe we should turn off the light,” she suggested, and I frowned.

“None of that. Not here. Not between us. When you’re with me like this, need to know how fucking sexy you are. Got it?”

She shook her head slightly, but I was still holding her neck and I squeezed it again gently. I had the perfect idea on how to make my shy soon to be lover feel more relaxed.

“I need you to take off your panties,” I instructed, while I reached for her tits.

I squeezed them through the fabric of her bra, pinching her nipples and tugging on them. Jan’s lips parted, and she sucked in a sharp breath.

I wasn’t finished.

“God, your tits are fucking perfect,” I told her. “I can’t wait to slide my dick between them. But not yet. Now, take off your panties, Jan Baby,” I repeated.

Releasing my hold on her gorgeous tits, I took a step back.

“Are you gonna be my Good Girl, or will I need to teach you a lesson?”

CHAPTER TEN-JAN

Still Day 4 of Block Party Prepping (6 to go)

Holy. Fuck.

Was it wrong I wanted him to teach me a lesson?

“Um, I-I’ll be good,” I whispered, pulling my panties down my hips and kicking off my sandals while I was at it.

“Fuck yes, you will. That’s it. Good Girl,” he growled.

I swear the vibrations of his words went right through my body, stroking me on the inside. Any second now, evidence of my arousal was going to start dripping down my thighs.

He stalked towards me and there was something so damn sexy in the fact he was still fully dressed in jeans and a cotton t-shirt.

“Sit down,” he commanded, nodding towards the sofa and I scrambled backwards, sitting on the couch.

My breath hitched in my chest, but I wasn’t scared of him. Buck was so damn hot. He licked his lips, dropping to his knees in front of me.

He placed his large hands on the inside of my thighs and pressed them open, spreading my legs wide.

“Buck!” I hissed, too turned on to really deny him, but not quite sure I was okay with being on such blatant display.

“Fuck, Baby. Look at your pretty pussy. So pink. So wet. I can fucking see it glistening on your lips,” he growled, his eyes riveted to my sex.

My body was on fire for him. But Buck didn’t seem inclined to move. I flexed my hips, trying to entice him closer.

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