Page 27 of His Pickle Her Jam

He grunted. The only acknowledgement I was going to get, apparently.

“Tell me I can have you, Jan. Right now. Tell me yes,” he said, his laser like stare pinning me in place.

Who was I to deny him?

“Y-you can have me, David,” I whispered.

The second the words were out of my mouth I felt as if the air shifted. All the energy in the room seemed to change.

Like it was charged with something.

Lust.

Anticipation.

Desire.

Need.

Nervousness.

All of the above.

Then he pounced.

“David!” I cried out as he closed his mouth over my needy clit, sucking the tiny bud and making me arch right off the sofa.

I knew the first time I saw him it would be like this. I knew if we ever got together, it would be explosive.

Pleasure burst behind my eyelids like fireworks, and I came fast and hard against his seeking tongue.

Did I say explosive?

Holy fucking shit.

I was right. We were. I just didn’t expect to be this right.

Wowza.

CHAPTER ELEVEN-BUCK

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

Jan squirmed beneath my mouth, and I was reluctant to give up my treat. But my cock was real fucking close to punching a hole through my jeans, and I couldn’t wait another minute.

I moved up, grabbing Jan, my Pretty Girl, by the neck and pulled her towards me for a lusty, long kiss.

Fuck.

She was divine. Jan didn’t shy away from the taste of her sweet cunt on my lips.

On the contrary, she was an eager participant, sucking on my tongue, and making me fucking ache to sink into her tight heat. I had one hand in my pocket, searching my wallet for the foil-covered packet I never left home without.

The sound of it ripping was low compared to our heavy breathing. Jan’s fingers clutched at my shoulders, and I groaned. The sound of her mewling whines went straight to my dick.

“Get on your knees and turn around.”

Jan’s eyes widened, and I thought she might argue, but for once in her life, Jan listened.

---