Page 30 of Free-Falling
“I think I need to make a permanent impact in your life, Ainslee. Hi, I’m Jagger Hanlon, the man of your dreams and the source of your nightmares. Now, let me fuck you into succession, baby.” I plant both my palms on each side of her head and I lift off the bed. I deliver strokes that I know had she not taken her pills, this might be what would send her to the damn E.R. I wouldn’t even deny it this time, I’d look right at the doctor and tell him I’m the reason for this.
“I want…” Ainslee breathlessly starts saying and I lean in closer to her dropping some of my weight on her. She shudders as she bites her bottom lip.
“What do you want, Ainslee? Cat got your tongue?” I capture her mouth for a kiss that causes my dick to jump the second she catches my tongue between her teeth and bites hard. Fuck, I almost cum because of that.
I make the strokes deeper, rougher, making sure that my balls slap her ass hard enough for it to echo in the room. I remove my lips from hers. Ainslee takes a deep breath in and she shoves at my chest. “No more, it’s too much, Jag. Oh, God…”
I chuckle like the devil in disguise who’s finally shown his true face to his prisoner. “Oh, but baby, I’ve got so much more for you. Take it like the fucking champ I know you are. You talked shit for a long time to my face and I let you.” With all my words, I make sure each stroke causes her to gasp. “Look at me,” I nip at her jaw, her neck and her shoulder. “You used to look at me with such hate in your eyes and fuck, the words you spewed my way was insane. I wanted to rip these sexy lips off your fucking face, baby. Wanted to spank you so good and hard, you would never step to me like that again.”
“Oh, God!” Ainslee screams out.
I lean into her ear, slowing down my movement, knowing just how crazy I’m driving her. I grab the headboard for leverage. “I’m the only god in your life, Ainslee. You’ll learn to worship the very air that I breathe and the strokes I give. You won’t be able to live without it. Fuck, wait until I eat your pussy out again. Just think about how good my lips feel all over your skin… As dirty as the words that come out of my mouth are, imagine just what the fuck I can do with it. The dirty, filthy and utterly disgusting things I want to do to you will have you…” I don’t finish my sentence, instead letting my body show her.
I pull out and push all the way back in causing her to come hard. Ainslee marks me as her nails dig in my skin and slide down my chest. Fuck, it’s so euphoric, I come on the spot. “You’ll be the fucking death of me, Ainslee.” I drop on top of her.
Ainslee breathes hard. “Good, you big bastard.”
We both laugh. There’s no way both of us are crazy…is there?
* * *
I groan, waking up to music blasting in the house. What time is it? I move around until I get out of bed. I walk out of the room and stop in my tracks as the source of the music comes into display. Ainslee is dancing toBefore I let gothe BeyonceHomecomingedition. She’s dancing in one of her knitted shorts and nothing on top with her hair in its curly royal-ness. Her back is to me while she puts the dishes away in the dishwasher. I stare at the Kitchen Island and smile at the pile of food there and I didn’t have to ask her how I like my steak because the shit is medium-rare, I can just tell from here. Steak and eggs for breakfast, huh? I grin like a fool because the next song on her playlist isSavageby Megan Thee Stallion. I watch her for a moment as she raps along with the song, shaking her ass like she’s filming her own music video. I bite my bottom lip, lowly groaning and suddenly I’m not hungry for the steak anymore. I know what I like with my eggs now. I walk over to her as soon as she shuts the dishwasher, bend her over the counter and yank her shorts down. I get on my knees, spread her ass cheeks so I can have access to her pussy.
I suck her clit into my mouth, spanking her ass hard. I make love to her pussy, tongue fucking her much as I can. I must be delusional as shit because the first time I ate her out seems like so long ago. I groan, gripping the back of her legs, and I lift her up as I stand. She slides further down the counter now and I slide my tongue over to her ass. Ainslee is the first one to break cursing out her mother, her father and all her ancestors. And just for that, I remove my mouth, arch her back properly and enter from behind.
“Good Morning, pretty baby.” I say to her, kissing her back.
“Oh, Jag… Good mor—.” She doesn’t finish her sentence as I play with her clit, giving her, her first orgasm of the morning and not her last.
Ainslee
After Jagger practically tried to kill me with his dick, I get a chance to breathe. I’ve been on the kitchen floor naked absorbing the cold from the tiles while Jagger eats his steak and eggs after warming them up again. Every second or so, he looks over at me, but I refuse to say a word to him.
“Ains?” He calls out to me. I swear my body is attached to his voice because I feel like I’m being tugged towards him.
“Hmm?” I ask, shutting my eyes. I need a moment. This is a profound moment for me. Something shifted last night and this morning besides my insides.
“Are you gonna miss me when I’m at work?”
His question throws me off, so I open my eyes and look his way. “What?”
“I need to drag my ass out of here or else I will spend the whole day in between your legs. Shit’s addicting.” He shrugs, saying it as though we’re talking about a debriefing.
I cock my brow. “Yeah? I didn’t notice.” I say sarcastically.
Jagger wiggles his eyebrows at me, which makes me laugh. I shake my head, finally sitting up. “For real though, baby. I’ve got a lot of shit to handle today and I will be back late. Real late.” He says.
I nod. “I think it’s time we put some distance between us, Jag. You’re going to get me pregnant at this rate. Birth control can only help me so much, anyway. So husband, go work late.”
“Are you going to come for some office sex? I want to consecrate my desk with your pussy juices.” He says peering over his coffee cup.
I bite my lip as I run my fingers through my curls. I need to do something different with this shit. I look up at Jagger. “We can’t do that. The girls in the office need to feel like they have a chance, but you’ll ruin that with your attitude.”
Jagger snickers. “You sayin’ I’m going to cheat?” His face becomes serious. This is a different side of Jagger. “Cause I fucking wouldn’t. I know our shit didn’t start off all too well, but I’m not that type of fuck.”
I cross my arms, wondering what the hell he’s talking about. “What the hell are you talking about, babe? That’s not even what I was talking about, but since you brought it up, something is going on. Talk to me.”
Jagger looks away, and I stand up. I climb on to the island counter, moving the plates over and scooting closer in front of him. Jagger’s eyes zone in on my pussy with such a concentration, I have to grab his face for him to break it. “Jag,” I call out to him. “Talk to me.”
