Page 11 of Joy Ride
“Decorates for Christmas. Yeah, got it.” She rocks her hips against me in a slow, torturous dance. “I don’t need promises.”
Her smoldering deep blue gaze is a goddamn aphrodisiac. “You’re sopping wet for me, aren’t you, Goldilocks? You’ve been creaming for my cock all night, haven’t you?”
She gasps, nodding.
“Say it, Jolene. If this is what you want, say it.”
“Yes,” she whispers breathlessly, “yes, I want you so bad.”
“You just might be the answer to every damn wet dream I’ve ever had.” Unleashed, and oozing pre-cum, I kiss her ferociously, probably bruising her rosebud lips, but her sighs only egg me on. Goldilocks craves more.
Gliding my lips to the curve of her soft cheek, I inhale her musky, feminine scent, raking down along her neck, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses. I push my shirt collar back off her shoulders, suck her delectable skin and feast on her. Jolene moans, winding around to kiss me. In a fever, we kiss-walk to the couch, panting, unable to keep our lips apart for even a breath.
When we reach the couch, she sits, and I half lay-half crouch over her, devouring her tender lips. My cock is about to explode, desperate to claim her cunt once and for all, but not so fast. She’s mine, and I’m not going to stop worshipping her until I taste every inch. Dropping down with my knees on the floor, I spread her thighs and tuck them over my shoulders.
Lust coats her gaze as she peers down at me with her face flushed, her lips tender and swollen. But there’s a hesitancy, an edge of shyness.
“Are you ready for your tongue fucking?” I moan, gliding my tongue up from the baby soft skin, on the inside of her leg next to her knee, and inch up closer to the prettiest pussy on the planet. Pink and almost hairless. I lick my lips at her glistening honey.
She groans in reply, biting down on her sexy lower lip and squirming, already begging for release. Oh, she’s ready. Jolene digs her fingernails into my shoulders as I suck and snake my way up to her precious cunt, until I can’t wait another second and lick straight up her folds and down, and then right back up to circle, but not touch her needy clit. Not yet.
Jolene lets out a guttural cry, and there’s no turning back. I’m not too old for her, and she’s not too young. She wants this, and the only thing I care about is pleasing her. Like a starving man possessed, I lap up her sweet nectar until I’m drowning in a flood of cream. She wriggles and jerks under my mouth, letting me know I’m giving her exactly what she needs. The sound of Jolene’s sexy as fuck, aching needy moans shoot straight to my throbbing prick. I growl, and grip her silken ass cheeks firmly with my rough hands. Her skin burns under my fingers as I rub her juice along her ass crack, and spread her wider, “Fuck my tongue, angel. Let go. I’ve got you.” I seize her throbbing clit between my lips and suck and suck.
Her thighs begin to shake. “Just like that,” I murmur against her swollen clit. “Come on my tongue,” I groan, ready to shoot a wad in my jeans, with my chin, nose and most of my face covered in her delicious honey. Christ. I could live between Jolene’s legs forever.
“Oh,” she moans, clamping her legs around my face, digging her fingers into my hair as she screams out, falling apart in my hands. I lap through her climax while she bucks and rocks, her tits jiggling as our groans and pants fill the room. She cries a final, ragged gasp, collapsing in a satiated puddle. I peer up between her smooth, creamy thighs.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are when you come? How much I’m dying to fill you with my cock?” I get to my feet and with my hand on the back of the couch, bend over her. “Do you?” I ask, before kissing her with an intensity that shakes my world.
Maybe it’s the lust because my balls are so heavy and tight, they’re about to explode. I’m so hard for her, it hurts, but there’s something about her that makes me feel I’m falling over a cliff. Where or how I’ll land, I have no damn clue, but I shuck off my jeans and come right back to my Jolene.
She shifts lengthwise on the cushions, spreading open her long, silken legs for me. Her hair is a tangled mass of golden waves, her cheeks flushed and rosy. I must’ve ripped off a button or two because her perfect tits with those dark pink areolas and hard candy nipples are fully exposed.
“Jolene,” I grunt, sprawling on top of her. My heavy length rests against her smooth thigh. “Are you safe?”
“Yes.” Jolene blushes, cautiously finding my thick veiny rod. It looks like a beast in the delicate hand she clasps around me. She unsteadily strokes my shaft, like she’s afraid of it, but her eyes are brimming with excitement and her innocence only turns me on more. I’ll teach her everything; we’ll learn each other tonight. I angle my dick against her slick seam, and she tilts her hips up. After three long years, it takes all the control I have not to ravage her like some sex crazed fucking animal in the woods.
The pleasure is excruciating as I slowly glide in, watching her tight pussy expand to accommodate my pulsing girth. She gasps and goes still beneath me. I’m only a few inches inside her, but immediately stop. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just go slow, okay? This is my first time.”
What the hell is she saying? I pull out of her completely and brace myself on my hands so I can look her in the eye. “First time with someone you’ve just met or first time ever?”
She bites down on her lip, like she’s deciding what to say, until finally admitting, “First time ever. Now you know my dirty little secret.”
The room spins for a second and I lower myself, covering her body in the only non-sexual way I can with a hard on the size of a cannon.Holy shit. What the?Being as gentle as possible, still wanting to devour her, but hoping to not make her feel uncomfortable in any way, I whisper against her ear, Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I was afraid you wouldn’t want to do it.”
“You realize that it would be impossible for me not to want you, don’t you?”
“Not really. You completely stopped as soon as I asked you to slow down.” She hugs me and moans. “I had a feeling you would. What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing,” I shift, so she can see I’m serious. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with being a virgin, but your first time should be with someone special, someone you’re in a relationship with.” God knows, it’s crazy that I’m ready to fucking marry her, but I need to keep my wits about me, for her sake. “Don’t get me wrong, I could screw you from sun up, until the cows come home, and never grow tired of you, but—”
“I think you’re special.” She leans up to kiss me and seductively runs her tongue across my lips. “And if I’m awful, you’ll never have to see me again. You’re older, so you know what you’re doing, and it won’t be like the blind leading the blind.”
I try not to chuckle, but mercy, I can’t help it. “Now, I don’t expect flowers and candy, but that’s the most unromantic thing anyone has ever said to me.”
