Page 119 of Jett

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My heart is full again. Spending the day with my girls has rejuvenated me. I feel alive, with a buzz of energy that's been missing for a while.

We have dinner together, then get Brooke ready for bed.

I'm already hard when I reach for Cari's hand and tug her into my bedroom.

We kiss long and deep, our hands and mouths a tangle as our tongues duel with need and our desperate hands relieve us of our clothes.

I reach between her legs, my fingers frantic for the feel of her, and when my fingers slide in, I sigh. She's soaking wet. Ready and ripe for me.

“I have something for you,” I say, my mouth already starting to water as I retrieve my shorts from the floor and get out my wallet. I pull out a slip of paper which I hand to her.

“What's this?”

I got myself checked and what she's reading is a copy of my test results. Proof that I’m clean, and I won’t put her at risk. We can have sex without a condom, but only if she wants.

I move to the bed and lie on my side, waiting. “Only if you want to,” I say, when she looks at me with mischief in her eyes.

“Oh, yes,” she whispers, coming for me and reaching for my hardness again, and doing all the things she knows I like.

I savor the intense emotions she elicits in me, but impatient for her, when I can’t take it any longer, I push her onto the bed, then flip her over onto her stomach.

“Hey, I was having fun!” she protests, playfully.

“Shortcake, if you continue like that, I’ll come in your hands.” I adjust her gently so that she’s on her knees. Then I pull her from the hips, so her bottom is in the air, face and arms resting on the bed. The sight of her takes my breath away. I glide my hands all over her bottom, parting her cheeks and getting a better look.

She gasps. “Jett!”

“I just want to look.” I lick my finger and touch her there.

“Jett.”

“Tell me to stop and I will. I won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with. I just want to look.” I wait for her answer.

“Okay.” She sounds a little breathless.

“Open for me.”

“Wh-what?”

“Widen your legs.”

She does. I peer closer, almost salivating at the sight of her dripping. I bend down and kiss her rosette bud. She flinches, clearly not ready for me to kiss her there. I rain tiny kisses along her lower back, my hand skating over her soft silky skin. She seems to relax. I move her hair over to one shoulder, marveling that I have her all to myself for the rest of the night. My cock can hardly contain itself.

My fingers slide to her front where I find her soaked and slippery, enough to make me lose my mind. I bite out a groan as I explore her silky folds. She sits back a little, giving me better access, and I dip my fingers inside her, making her moan louder this time. Her head rolls back and she gyrates her hips as my fingers pump her.

“Like it?” I rasp, bracketing her hips between my thighs.

“Fuck me,” she begs.

Oh, I intend to. She sounds so unlike the Cari I know. I angle her hips higher, then bend down and bury my tongue into her. Just like I knew she would, she flinches at first, then relaxes as I tunnel my tongue inside her. Her scent, her wetness, her readiness for me— hardens my cock. When she jerks and jolts like a woman possessed, I taste her as she comes over my tongue.

“You taste so good,” I murmur, lifting back up and kneeling behind her. I need to be inside her.

“Jett.” She continues to writhe, but I lift her hips and slam into her, my cock gliding in easily to the hilt.

Throaty, dirty, sensual moans fall from her mouth and she comes apart, jerking as her climax tears through her. She whimpers as her body stills. I try to stroke her clit, but I'm too far gone, and thinking of myself now. Pulling out, I flip her onto her back before slamming inside her again.

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