Page 28 of His Pickle Her Jam

And it was hot.

So fucking hot.

This strong, vibrant woman was going to let me tell her what to do when we were like this. And I couldn’t fucking wait.

“Good Girl,” I praised her.

My voice was husky and deep. I couldn’t fucking wait to sink into her. But I wanted it to be good, to last longer than a goddamn second, so I covered my cock in latex and squeezed my balls to try to calm myself down.

I licked my lips at the picture she made on her knees. I peeled her open dress off her arms and fuck me, that ass I coveted was on perfect display. I ran my hands over her soft globes, loving the moaning sounds she made.

Deciding I needed more room to do what I really wanted, which was to slam as deep inside her slick channel as humanly possible, I gave her another command.

“Turn to the side. Face the arm of the couch. Put your hands behind your back, Good Girl,” I grunted, moving her where I wanted her.

I climbed on behind her, shoving her legs farther apart with my knee. Then I held both her arms behind her back with one hand around both her wrists and I pushed until her chest rested on the arm of the couch.

She was breathing heavy. But so was I.

Goddamn, she looked so good.

Submissive.

Sexy.

And so ready for me.

I kneeled behind her, thanking God for the deep, old-fashioned leather couch Mr. Jones had in his office.

There was more than enough space for us both, and I needed the leverage.

“Are you ready for me, Jan? Is your pussy primed to take me?”

I placed my cock at her entrance.

“Y-yes. I’m ready,” she whispered, her voice hitching.

I could practically feel her need vibrating through her. It matched my own, and for that I would be eternally grateful.

This was it. I was finally going to stake my claim on this fine as fuck woman.

I grabbed her hips, humming in approval at the way she arched her back, showing me she was ready. Then, I pushed all the way in.

“That’s it. Take it. Take it all,” I growled, slamming my hips against her ass and filling her tight pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet, my thighs are soaked, Baby. You’re dripping onto my balls,” I grunted, so turned on I hardly knew what I was saying.

She must have liked it though, cause her pussy squeezed me even tighter. I groaned, slowing my thrusts just so I could feel her tight heat gripping my dick.

I let go of her wrists, needing to be closer. Falling on top of her with my front covering her back, I caged her in, pounding into her like a damn beast.

I didn’t even recognize my own voice. I was grunting and growling like a fucking animal, but what could I say? She brought it out in me.

I was always the easy going one. A genial sort of guy. The casual date. Very lax about relationships. I only considered myself to be someone’s boyfriend once or twice. I wasn’t the jealous, possessive type. At least, not normally.

But with Jan, I hardly recognized myself. With her, I was something else.

Obsessed. Needy. Demanding.

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