Page 135 of Just Friends
“God, yes,” I whispered. “I’ve been thinking about it allday.”
He passed his swollen head between my sopping wet folds. “I can tell.”
He stuck his big dick into my hole and began to glide into me—but I moanedtooloudly, and he ground to an immediate halt.
“Shh,” he whispered urgently, a finger held to his lips. Sound carried in the country. “Be quiet.”
“Why don’t you make me?”
“Fine. I will.” He grinned and pressed his palm against my mouth. “You little brat,” he said, rocking his hips and stretching me open.
“God, yes,” I moaned, my voice muffled against his hand. “Fuck me, Jax.”
He thrust tenderly, gently in and gently out, until he was buried inside me and my insides were stuffed with a warm fullness. Refusing to let him go, I squeezed him as tight as I could. Jax managed to back out, but not after a delicious struggle that left both of us panting and moaning and wanting more.
“Harder,” I moaned. “I want you to come inside me.”
He threw his head back and roared—that commandalwaysturned him into an animal—and finally gave me what webothwanted. He pounded away, indulging himself in my flesh, and stuffed me again and again with every inch of his thick cock.
“Keep going,” I gasped. I clenched down tight on his girth and he kept pumping, the ridge of his cock sliding and hitting all the right places. A smoldering warmth in my pussy spread higher, reaching into my tummy. “You’re gonna make me come.”
He hammered me until my hips quaked and my legs trembled, and at last I let out a wail,“I’m coming!”
My limbs thrashed and flailed, my body and senses swallowed whole by euphoria. Jax pressed his palm harder against my mouth to silence my sounds of orgasmic bliss, but I couldn’t help myself. My pussy fluttered on his rigid length, gripping and releasing him in rapid succession, until his rhythmic pace began to stutter.
“Oh God,” he muttered. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come inside me,” I begged again, and I gripped his swollen cock tight. “Fill me up.”
His handsome face darkened as he lost himself inside me, his hips pumping and thrusting harder, faster, deeper. At last, the corner of his mouth tweaked up into the sweetest smile. He exploded with a roar and filled me with his cum.
We laid together, a happy, sweat-misted heap of flesh, soaking in each other’s love and warmth. Once we’d caught our breath, he pulled out and flopped onto his back with a tired sigh.
He cupped my face and pulled me near. “I love you, Pipes,” he said, softly kissing my mouth.
“I love you too, Jax,” I said, squeezing myself against him. I felt his liquid warmth rush down my thigh.
One year from now, I’d be off birth control. I could only imagine how sweet our lovemaking would be once he could come inside me forreal—and we could start trying to start a family together.
“I’m so excited to start our life together,” I said.
He smiled. “Me too, baby. I can’t wait.”
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Epilogue
Piper
One Year Later
We couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful June day to get married outdoors—there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, and although the Montana sun shone bright, it was still cool enough that no one broke a sweat; not even the groomsmen in their three-piece suits.
(Wanna guess what Jax insisted on wearing in his suit jacket pocket?Yup… let’s just say the groom wore something borrowed, too.)
After the ceremony concluded, we escaped for photographs with our wedding party, while the rest of our families and friends gathered back at our brand-new barn for merriment.
The crowd was already so busy drinking and dancing, they didn’t notice us stealthily roll up to the reception an hour later.
