Page 27 of Loving Jared

Jared managed to get a couple hours of sleep, but woke up around midnight with a very warm, very supple woman wrapped around him. He started to groan out loud and then smothered it in his arm when he realized that she was still asleep.

One of her hands was resting just above his now straining cock. He swore he could feel the softness of her hand through his underwear. Jared tried to go back to sleep, but it didn't work. He lay sweating for about twenty minutes before he decided he had to do something.

Very gently, he moved her hand away from his crotch, then slid out of the bed and stood. He made his way into the bathroom, closing the door before turning on the light. He just needed some relief and then he could go back to sleep.

Standing over the toilet, he took his cock in hand and started to stroke himself. Closing his eyes, he was able to easily conjure up an image of the woman just feet away from him on the other side of the door. Her body was a work of art. Every curve smooth and supple enough to fill his hands. Her long black hair was so soft, it didn't seem real. Her beautiful face, lips, neck, breasts. Everything about her was bliss.

He imagined what her pussy would look like. He’d forced himself not to look earlier when they bathed together, knowing he was too close to the edge with her. Was it bare? Or did she keep a landing strip? Did she go full bush? Jared didn't have a preference. He’d liked pussy no matter how it came and left the landscaping up to whoever he was fucking. He suspected, with Amy, once he found out how she landscaped, that it would become his favourite. He bet she was pink, plush and wet. Waiting for him to fill her.

He squeezed his cock a little harder, pinching the crown between his thumb and finger and then wrapping his hand around, squeezing again and then stroking. He filled his mind with her voice, with those dirty words her beautiful lips formed as she talked to her customers. So much filth coming out of such an innocent mouth. He’d love to take that mouth and dirty it up properly.

"Jared?" a sleepy voice said. "I heard a noise."

Jared turned to look. The woman of his dreams was standing in his bathroom doorway looking at him sleepily. Then her hooded gaze dropped to where his hand was stroking his cock. He didn't stop. If she was shocked, she could leave. He needed the relief and she was the one that chose to open the door without knocking.

Rather than showing embarrassment or disgust though, she took a step toward him, her eyes still zeroed in on his raging hard-on. Then she surprised him by dropping to her knees. She crawled toward him and stopped right next to his bare foot. She stroked her fingers up the back of his calf, drawing a deep groan from him.

"Let me help."

Helpless against her powerful brand of sexy, helpless to even speak and ask her to clarify, Jared turned his body, pointing his hips at her face. She grinned up at him and reached for his penis, taking it into her soft hand and squeezing, just the way he liked it.

Jared dropped his head back and let out a sigh, allowing the blissful sensations to run up and down his body from where she was touching him. One hand on his cock while the other snuck up to his balls, squeezing, weighing and stroking. Dammit, this woman knew what she was doing.

"You like that?" she used her sexy phone operator voice and Jared thought he was gonna blow all over her.

"Uh-huh." It was all he could manage to say, but it seemed to be enough for her.

She continued to stroke, and then, as if sensing he was near, she placed her lips on the tip and slowly ran them over the crown and down the stem of his cock. A shiver rippled down his back as his balls tightened. Then she squeezed him, hard enough to stop the cum from shooting out. He grunted in pain-ecstasy. Fuck, where did this woman learn how to give hand jobs?

"You want to come on me?" she asked in that sexy sultry voice. "You can come on my tits…" She reached down to pull her nightie over her head, bearing her breasts to his hungry gaze. They were as perfect as the rest of her, round and tipped with rose peaks. "You can come on my face…" She ran her fingers down her cheek and gave him a wide-eyed stare.

Jared reached down and curled his fingers under her chin, tipping her head back as he ran his thumb over her lips, putting pressure on them until she opened. He plunged his thumb into her mouth and held her tongue down for a second. "Here."

She sucked his thumb hard, until his eyes rolled back and he had to bite back a shout so he didn't wake up her sisters. She took his cock in hand again and pressed her lips back over the crown. This time, she wasn't playing. She began sucking him in earnest, as though trying to suck his soul out through the end of his dick. If that was her plan, it worked, he was hers, heart, body and soul.

He shot his load straight into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes drifted shut as she swallowed every drop. There was more than he thought possible, but then, he'd been waiting to come on, in or near this woman for weeks.

When he finally finished, his knees almost buckled. He gripped the counter until his blood started flowing to all the correct limbs. He bent over, gripped Amy under the armpits and dragged her up to her feet. Wrapping an arm around her back, he pulled her into his chest and kissed her hard, plunging his tongue into her mouth and ravishing her with a grateful kiss.

When he finally broke the kiss, he gazed down at her, knowing adoration was written all over his face, but unable to help it.

She grinned up at him. "Can we fuck now?"

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