Page 9 of Just in January

Five

JANUARY

When I squirm on his big shoulder, he spanks my ass so hard I yelp. “Ouch!”

“Be still. Behave or daddy will give you another one.”

I like it. So, I move again. And he spanks me again. My belly squeezes tight at his touch, which sends tingles right to my pussy lips. Is this it? Is he going to take my virginity like I’ve been dying for him to?

Justin isthe one. Iknowit. He feels like home to me, just as much as this inn. Every night, I envision our life here together. Of course, he’ll probably hate the parties I want to throw, but I’ll do the talking for him, mingle with the guests, and he can hide out in our room or the kitchen.

He kicks the door closed behind him as he enters his bedroom, then throws me on the bed, following with his huge body over mine. The pouch of his gut presses into my stomach as my legs spread wide to accommodate his hips. There’s no timefor me to grab a breath of air before his bearded lips are pressing against me, his tongue forcing its way inside.

The fury of his passion sets me ablaze. His denim is in the way when I writhe against his firmness, and I whimper a complaint. Digging my fingers in between us, I find his zipper and slide it down. He helps me by taking over, then tosses his T-shirt and boxers off while I hurriedly undress.

I know from Winter that this will probably be painful, but I’m okay with that. Justin won’t hurt me. Not willingly.

Instead of collapsing onto me, he traces a finger down the center of my sternum, between my breasts, and I arch my back into his touch. The electricity of it sends sparks down my spine and I moan, then dig my heels into his thighs to pull him close to me. “My snowflake needs me, doesn’t she?”

“Yes, please, daddy. Be my first, Justin. I mean it. I want it.”

Growling, he dives into my body, surrounding me with his large arms. His woodsy scent coats my face as he dips his mouth to my neck and sucks. “I want to be your first… January, I want to be youronly.” My breath catches at his words. Is he feeling the same way I am?

The head of his big cock parts my wet pussy lips, and I hold my breath, wondering how in the world I’m supposed to fit it inside. His knees slide beneath mine as he sits back on his calves and grips the base of his thickness. Tapping it three times on my clit, I almost dance off the bed with the heat of the sensation.

Tilting his head to my core, he slicks his length through my soaked folds, then aims for my entrance as I grip the sheet. “Fuck!” He pauses. “I-I don’t have any condoms. I haven’t really had to use them. I’ve only been with Kimberley, and that was seven years ago. Shit.”

Swallowing, I realize I’m less prepared than I thought. “It’s okay. Just do it.”

“No, no. I can’t… Well. Are you on any protection? Birth control.”

Biting my lower lip, I shake my head. His shoulders slump. I whisper, “Please.”

“Snowflake… I can’t get you pregnant. You’re too young. Fuck! You feel so good, though.” One of his large thumbs presses right where I need it most. Wiggling on him, I feel desperate for anything he’ll give me. “Stay still. Don’t move.” I freeze.

Holding one of my knees in one hand while circling my clit with the other, he slowly pushes his hips forward until the broad crown of his dick edges inside me. Burning fire surges through me as he hits my barrier until he stops moving. “Take a deep breath, snowflake.”

I do and he eases himself back, the sharpness of the ache replaced with a dull need. “Please, please, daddy. Put it in. I can handle it.”

“Ugh… I’m gonna just put the tip in. Okay? Just the tip.” Carefully, he slips inside again, then pulls back. “How’s that? That feel good? ‘Cause I may not last long. You’re so fucking wet andtight, little girl.”

“Yes, but I wantmore.”

“No, snowflake. Look at daddy.” I do, and the heat in his face almost sets me ablaze with desire. “Behave. Be a good girl. I can’t come inside you. Not… Fuck.”

His cock throbs against me as I try to scoot down to gather more of him inside. “Seriously, you’re gonna make me force it in. Jan, stop.” Pausing my movements, I give him a smile and his shoulders stiffen. “Okay, let’s do this different. I’m too big, and you’re a virgin. And I’m about to blow my fucking load inside you.”

He holds my hand and lies on his back, situating himself on a pile of pillows at the head of the bed. “Straddle me and sit, but don’t put it inside you.”

Both our palms press together as I ease my thighs over his waist. His erection slots right between my legs perfectly. I’ve never sat on a guy like this while naked. I like it.

“Now, slide back and forth. Use me. I’ve got your hands.” Clinging to his hold, I scoot my hips back and forth on him as he grunts, his hairy chest rising and falling rapidly with every stroke I lay on him. Our eyes never depart, even when I toss my hair back and sit up straighter. “That’s it, baby. Wiggle your little clit on your daddy’s big cock.”

Every bump of my clit on the ridge of his dick sends another wave of ecstasy through my body until I climb. Climb so high that I explode with fire all over. “Daddy! Mr… Mr. Grant!”

With a growl, he releases my hands and grips my waist, then rapidly shifts through my soaked folds. As I pulse inside, he spews his pleasure in reams across his hairy belly and chest. My fingers latch onto his broad pecs as he thrusts his chin up with a groan and finishes.

Exhaustion hits me, and he pulls me into him. His warm come holds our skin tight together as his fingers stroke my back mindlessly. The firm drumbeats of his heart and steady rise and fall of his chest lull me into a deeper trance. I’m not sure how long we lay in peace for, but it’s the most comfortable and safe I’ve felt in a long time. Possibly ever.

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