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JESSE

True to his word,Easton got off work Monday, went home to change his clothes, then came to my house. Instead of saying hello when I opened the door, he pushed me against the wall and pressed his lips to mine as he pushed his cock against my core, making my clit pulse. Through my leggings and his jeans, he nearly made me come, but he pulled back when he realized how close I was.

From his pocket, he pulled a condom out and waved at me to lose my leggings. By the time I got them down, his jeans were hung loosely around his upper thighs and the condom was on.

He lifted me once again, effortlessly controlling the way I wrapped my body around his. Then he pushed inside of me, grunting and moaning with more force than before and at an angle I hadn’t ever felt. It made me cry out in both pain and pleasure.

The wall next to the door was cool against my bare ass, but it was no match to the heat that coursed through me. Even with him inside of me, I was so wet that I felt moisture begin to trickledown my leg. I’d never been that turned on, it was new, and made me feel virginal.

Either Easton didn’t feel it, or he didn’t care. He never missed a beat as his hips moved in and out of my body. Sweat was forming on us both and I clawed at his shirt, trying to get it over his head.

When he realized what I wanted, he reached behind his neck and pulled the fabric from his body, tossing it next to my leggings. Then he was back in motion, fucking me like he needed it to breathe.

My hands went to his chest, soaking in all the hard muscle and soft skin that made his body so appealing. He groaned in appreciation, loving the attention my hands were giving him and I gained confidence to explore the dip in his lower back.

Reaching as low as I could, I pushed his nearly bare ass with my hands, letting him know I could take it. That Ineededit.

“Yes,” he hissed, speeding up his hard thrusts.

“Harder,” I begged.

His hands slapped the wall above my head, the connection of our bodies being the only thing keeping me upright. He used the force of his hands against the wall to drive his body harder and I held on to his neck, ready to fall apart beneath him.

“Come with me,” he murmured. “Let me feel you pulsing, Jess.”

At his command, my body obeyed, squeezing and shaking as my arms and legs weakened from the energy leaving my veins. Easton was there with me, staying on his feet just long enough for us to finish coming before he lowered us to the floor.

His cock was still inside of me, and I was straddling his lap right there in the living room. Instinctually, I started to move again, greedy for more. He smirked and licked his lips, nodding in approval and grabbing my waist to hold me still.

“Get upstairs, grab another condom, and have your legs spread open for me. I need two minutes and then I promise I will make you come again.”

I sprung to my feet, running up my stairs and making him laugh at how overzealous I was. He continued to lay flat on my living room floor, his cock hanging out and the messy condom still covering him. But his eyes were on me, and he put one arm behind his head to relax as he watched me disappear behind the wall at the top of the stairs.

When I got into my room, I did exactly what he said to do. I grabbed a condom, placing it next to me on the bed, then removed the rest of my clothes. His footsteps began making the stairs creak and I sat back on my bed, arms behind me holding me up and my legs spread wide.

He stopped in the doorway, his jeans still hanging loosely on his hips and the used condom nowhere to be found. Instead of coming straight to me, he crossed his arms and leaned on the door jamb, smiling at my dirty position.

“How did I meet someone so perfect?” He asked, mostly to himself.

Easton may not have been looking for an answer, but I shrugged and bit my lip, trying to look as coy as possible. “We just both need the same thing at the same time. It's an ideal situation for two people that are far from perfect.”

“You don’t think I’m perfect?” He mused, humor on his lips.

“I may use the word in jest, but deep down, I don’t believe in perfection.”

“Oh fuck, Baby,” he pushed from the door jamb and started walking toward me. “That’s a funny way of asking me to fuck your brains out, but okay.”

“Is that what I need?” I laughed.

He grabbed my ankles and pulled me forward, placing one of his knees between my legs at the end of the bed. “I may not beperfect, but I’m perfect for you, and I plan on making you come until you scream it loud enough for the neighbors to hear.”

He flipped meoverbefore I could answer and took a hand to my bare ass, making me flinch from the contact. No one had ever spanked me intimately and I wouldn’t have guessed a small town firefighter would be the first.

Behind me, I heard Easton drop his jeans onto the floor and the rip of the condom wrapper I had left within reach. I remained still on my hands and knees, excited for a side of Easton I didn’t know existed.

He was not just my lover, in that moment he was a man on a mission, and I shook with the excitement he was bringing into my life.

Once again, his hand slapped down on my bare skin, and I yelped. He made me want more and I pushed back, urging him to do it again while my breasts hung down and swayed with my motion.

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