Page 44 of Rules of Engagement

Jorja

I crawl over to him on the couch and push him back against the cushions, then straddle his lap. My skirt slides up, hugging my ass, exposing my black thigh-high stockings. He leans his head back and smirks. “I take it the interview is over?”

I nod as I begin unbuttoning my blouse.

His eyes crinkle at the corners, and his right eyebrow twitches. “You have moved from shock to awe?”

“I have.” I grind him once to satisfy the hunger between my legs.

“Kiss me, B.A.E.” His hands push mine away and take over the task of unbuttoning my shirt.

I lean forward to kiss him as he pushes the fabric off. He opens his mouth, asking for my tongue, and I thrust it inside. He clamps down on it and sucks as his fingers quickly unclasp my bra. It falls away as his hands cup my breasts, massaging gently. He pinches the taut, elongated tips lightly, then pulls, flicking them. An exquisite surge of pleasure bursts inside me, and I moan against his mouth and grind against his erection.

His fingers travel down to my panties and run over the cold, wet spot covering my clit. Proof of how juicy he makes me. His fingers slip under the delicate fabric, and the sheer warmth of his skin sends another surge of pleasure through me. I arch my back and buck, wanting more. His mouth searches, sucking my skin where it lands until it finds a nipple and latches on.

Another jolt of pleasure.

Another reflexive buck.

He shifts the thin fabric exposing my entrance. All the while stroking my tender flesh around and around in a hypnotic rhythm of lust. Faster and faster, he pets my pussy holding my body captive with his suckling mouth on my tit. Until the only thing there is, is the aching need deep inside between my legs.

My unconscious pants and moans fill the room. My hands fondle his head. My fingers flex in his hair. Burning the vision of him doing that forever in my mind.

My cries of “Jocko, Jocko, please Jocko,” falling on deaf ears as his titillating turns pure torturous. I beg him, bucking, shoving his shoulders back. The suction “pops” when the seal is broken. My tits dangle while I claw at his jeans clumsily. “I need you inside me.”

He leans back into the couch and lifts his hips while his hooded eyes bore into mine, wearing an expression full of lust. My clit slides against his hard cock as he pushes my body down his legs while he unbuttons then unzips his jeans. My eyes are glued on his groin, remembering the size and thickness of his cock when I held it in the helicopter.

When it springs out, a moan escapes. “Oh my God, that thing is magnificent!” I grasp the head, run my hand down the length, enjoying the feel of the silky smoothness covering the rigid hardness, and my mouth waters. I go down on him as deep as I can without gagging, and his sharp intake of breath is satisfying. Sucking and licking his cock, I glance at his face. He's straining from the pleasure.

Our eyes connect, and he grabs my hair, pulling me off his cock, and back up to kiss his mouth. I thrust my tongue inside again as he rips my panties off like they are nothing.

I’m so turned on, I’m shaking. His hands cup my ass, and he pulls my cheeks apart, lifting my hips as he lowers his, lining up, then he drives his dick through my virginity.

There's a short burst of pain like ripping a band-aid off.

“OH!” I gasp, arching my back, but then the pleasure of his cock filling my void completely, and I sigh, finally satisfied.

He stops, watching me.

Sitting on his erection, looking down on his gorgeousness, I want to remember this moment forever. His eyes search mine, then he pulls my lips to his, kissing me the same way he kissed me the first time in the lockers, like a drowning man.

Slowly I begin to ride him, driven by a need and hunger so primal, the pain is ignored. The pleasure dominating the discomfort.

With his hand working my hips and the other tickling my clit, my pussy becomes demanding. Faster and faster, I grind until my passion overwhelms reality. Moaning over and over again, pushing off his chest, working his cock in and out, I fuck him with abandon until I crash, whimpering with the explosion of wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy.

Then I collapse onto Jocko’s chest like a limp rag doll.

Jocko

Fucking A, Jorja. Fuck … ing … A, baby. You were worth coming back for.

Her curled content body laying on mine is about as good as life gets. The way she fucked. Without reservation, letting go of all thoughts, moved by the moment, absolutely owning it. Yeah, she is a total badass.

I kiss her hair, then clear the stray strands covering her face. She's so beautiful. And Jesus Christ, she was still pure. I’m such a lucky ass.

She lifts her head to kiss my chest, then rolls onto her stomach. My fingers dance lightly down her back to the zipper on her skirt, and I push it down. As she drags her body over mine to stare into my eyes, I slip it over her ass.

Her arms trap my face as her fingers play in my hair. She studies my features. The tenderness I see looking at me proves how precious she is. She places butterfly kisses randomly on my face. Communicating without words.

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