Page 58 of Space Junk: Houston, We Have a Hottie
“Yes, Rose.” I speak to the phone lying on the bed. “May I ask why you are screaming at Jackie on the phone?”
“I’m not screaming. I’m just helping a sister out with some clothing options.”
I step behind Jackie and wrap my arms around her middle, loving how it shifts her towel a bit lower. I nuzzle her neck, working my way down to her shoulder. She giggles.
“Ew. Gross, dude.” Rose makes gagging sounds. “Ugh. That’s my cue to hang up. I’ll see you in a few.” The screen goes blank.
“See you in a few?” I ask.
“Yeah. I called for clothing advice, and Rose thought a NASA work get-together complete with astronauts sounded like a bomb-ass good time.”
“Bomb-ass good time?” I move my hands down her sides and up under the towel.
“Rose’s words.” Her voice sounds slightly strangled.
“Hmmm.” I hum against her neck, tugging the towel to the floor.
Naked and damp from the shower, Jackie’s skin feels like liquid fire. Up and down, soft and hard, I drag my hands across her body. When I cup her breasts, she arches against me, grinding her ass into my crotch. My eyes roll back as my dick throbs against my jeans.
One hand plucks her nipple, while my other moves between her thighs, dipping into wetness.
“You okay?” I murmur.
“Hmm?”
I dip again. “Are you sore?”
“No. I... I’m okay.” Her arms reach back and grab my ass, showing me just how okay she is.
My chest rumbles in pleasure and I add a finger, stretching her, while my thumb circles her clit. Pressing up and grinding, Jackie starts making wild, desperate sounds.
I love this. Jackie undone.
“That’s right, darling. Let me hear you.” I pinch harder on her nipple and she jolts in my hold before stiffening. A deep moan wrenches from her throat.
After the final tremors leave, I slip my fingers from her and turn her body in my arms. Her eyes are half closed and she lays her head on my shoulder.
“Where are your glasses?”
“Nightstand.” Her voice breathless. “Why?”
I walk her back a step until her legs meet the bed. I lean her back, her damp hair spreading out on her white comforter, the sheen from the shower now a sheen of sweat from her orgasm. She looks like a pornographic angel and I fucking love it. “Don’t move.”
I grab her glasses from a stack of books that acts as a night stand and move back in front of her, hovering over her. Propping my weight on one fist, I place her glasses on her with the other. Then I push back up, admiring the view.
My genius, pornographic angel.
I rip off my clothes, pulling a condom from my pocket before kicking my jeans out of the way. Jackie starts to shift up on her elbows, but I stop her, repeating, “Don’t move.”
She licks her lips at my command and settles down on the mattress again.
I can feel my dick pulsating as I roll the condom on. No one has ever gotten me hard like this before. I bend down and grab her legs, one in each hand, pulling her until her ass meets the edge of the bed. I rest her ankles on my shoulders. The view only gets better.
I grunt as my first thrust hits deep inside her. I have to bite down hard on my lip to keep from coming as I watch myself slide in and out of her, my cock slick from her wetness. I glance at Jackie, her eyes framed by her glasses, hands fisting in the comforter, and I’m overcome with an urge to dominate.
“Touch yourself.”
And she does. My beautiful genius palms her breasts while they bounce from my pounding.
