Page 27 of Justice for Aleta

“Yeah. In the hall closet. Get it and you can go down to the guest bathroom.”

“Back in a flash.” Jack hopped up from the bed, and he knew she could see his long, hard dick tenting the front of his boxer briefs, but he didn’t care. Hell, hewantedher to see it. She knew he was ready for her, and she’d better not pretend she didn’t want him, because he knew better. It only took him a couple of minutes to brush his teeth and rinse off in the shower with one of the soft, fluffy towels she had hanging in the bathroom. When he padded back to the bed, the towel wrapped around him, she was still in the bathroom, so he slipped under the sheets and got comfortable. It was only another minute or two before she stepped from the bathroom into the bedroom.

And she wasn’t wearing a stitch.

As soon as she crawled back into the bed beside him, he looked her in the eye. “Aleta, are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I dunno. Why don’t you check and see?” Grasping his big hand with her small one, she slid it down her belly, under the sheets, and between her legs.

Sopping wet. Hell, yeah, she was ready. In response, he took her free hand and wrapped it around his shaft. “I’m ready too, but I think you already knew that.”

“I’d about decided you didn’t want to do this. You’ve been dancing around it ever since we met.”

“I didn’t want to push you too fast. You’ve been through a lot, and I?”

“Damn it, Jack, just shut up and fuck me.” Without another word, she threw a leg over him, mounted him, and rose above him. “Or I’ll fuck you. Whichever you’d like.”

Jack couldn’t contain his surprise. “This isnothow I wanted this to go.”

“I thought I was supposed to make the decisions.”

“That was last night. This is today, and today I make the decisions.”

“What’s your decision, then. Hmmm?” she asked, grinning down at him.

“This.” Faster than she could squeal, he threw her to the mattress and rose above her. “You want a fucking? You’re gonna get a fucking.” Buried inside her, Jack was almost breathless with need. He grabbed one of her hands and guided it between them. “Stroke yourself. Do it, sugar. I want to feel you come around me.”

Her eyes closed as he felt her hand moving, her knuckles rubbing his pubic bone right above his dick. “Oh, god, I’m such a dirty girl. Tell me I’m a dirty girl, Jack.”

“You are a dirty girl, sugar, the dirtiest girl I’ve ever known, and you need to be fucked and fucked hard.” He wasn’t used to talking to women that way, but she seemed to want it, and he had to admit, it made him hornier than hell. “You like my hard cock in you?”

“Yeah. It’s so good, Jack. Please? Oh, oh, yeah, I’ve never done this. You know, touched myself in front of someone. Oh, it’s so good.” He could see she was telling the truth, but oddly, she wasn’t embarrassed. Instead, she was really getting into it, and he was thrilled to see her throw herself into it and just let go. “Jack, please, fuck me? Oh, please, in and out. I need it, babe. I need it so bad.”

“Not until you’ve come, sugar. You have to grip me good and hard, Aleta, or I won’t fuck you. Let go, baby.” He could feel her tensing. “Go on. It’s okay. I want you to. You look so beautiful there, babe, so damn beautiful with your tits shaking and your hand moving and that look on your face. See? You can do it. Go on. Come for me, Aleta. Turn loose and come for me.”

“Oh, oh, ohhhhh!” she cried out, her hips thrusting. “Oh, god! Yes! Oh, this feels so amazing with you inside me! Oh, Jack! Yes!” To his surprise, she kept stroking herself until she was trembling all over.

“Babe, stop. Aleta? Aleta, stop! It’s okay!” He grabbed her hand and pulled it away from her slit. “You wanted it, you’re gonna get it.” Then he grabbed her other hand and pulled both up and over her head, holding them down with his own.

Jack began to stroke into her, but he did it slowly, carefully, watching her face and her reaction. His body was almost undulating, rolling like a wave at the shore, one huge ripple at a time as he surged into her and ebbed back. Her hips met his stroke for stroke, and in a few minutes, they were lost in an erotic dance, gazes locked, lips barely parted, as his manhood pierced her.

He could call it fucking all he wanted to, but Jack knew the truth. He was making love to her. There was no other way to describe it. She could feel it, he knew, and he didn’t care. They were both lost in it, desperate for the other’s body, and he wanted to consume her just as her pussy was consuming his length. It occurred to him that he hadn’t put on a condom, and he didn’t care. He was clean, and he was pretty damn sure she was too. “Feel it, Aleta. Let it take you, baby. I need you, girl. I need you so bad.”

“I need you too, stud, every inch of you. I just want you inside me forever, please? Don’t ever stop, Jack, never.”

Falling on top of her, he ran his hands around her, gripped her ass, and pounded into her. He could hear her crying out, begging him for more, faster, deeper, and he did his best to give it all to her, every inch. “Oh, god, Jack, something’s…” Her walls tightened around him and he felt her entire body tremble. “Jack! Oh, god! Yes, Jack, yes. Yes, babe. Oh, Jack…”

There wasn’t a second to waste, and he slammed into her with everything he had, feeling his balls tighten and draw up a split second before he shot into her, filling her with his creaminess. She was his. She’d never be anyone else’s, just his. “Aleta,” he whispered, almost like a prayer. “Oh, sugar. So good, baby, so good.”

“Mmmmmm…” She was silent for a minute or two before she whispered, “I love you, Jack. I don’t care if you don’t love me.”

“But I do, babe. I do love you. I didn’t know it until just now, but god, sugar, I never want to leave you. Never.” Jack wrapped his arms around the woman under him and buried his face in her neck. She’d never understand the respect he had for her, the admiration, the sheer amazement at her determination and fortitude. If that had been him, he would’ve given up, but not Aleta. She was determined to live and live well. She was determined to love and be loved. She wanted to show the world she could do it, could be independent and strong and smart and capable. But most of all, she wanted to show herself, and he wanted to honor that.

When he finally rolled off her, he took her with him until she was stretched out fully on top of him, his arms still around her. As she relaxed, her cheek in the middle of his chest, he smiled. “Little girl, you’re a wonder.”

“Like WonderWoman?” she said and giggled.

“You’ve got that superheroine beat and you know it. I’m amazed by you.” He stopped and chuckled. “You weren’t kidding?you reallydoknow how to talk dirty!”

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