Page 44 of Barbed Wire Fences
“Okay, now move your hands,” I say as she pushes down in the same motion as her mouth. This time, she goes deeper, so much fucking deeper and way too fast.
My head drops back at the sensation of her hot mouth squeezing all around me as I try my best to hold back from taking over and fucking her face.
“Okay, yeah just like that. That’s good. That’s…. fuck, that’s great.” I let out a grunt and close my eyes, trying not to bust too soon.
Jael continues to suck, alternating between long flat strokes of her tongue across my length and doing her best to get down my shaft as far as she can go without gagging. When she pulls back again, and pumps me a few more times, I think her jaw must be getting tired but boy am I wrong.
The next time she latches on and moves downward, she doesn’t stop until she hits the bottom where her hands meet. And then she opens her jaw wider and takes me in fully until I can feel the tip of my cock down her throat I groan loudly.
“Shit, Jael.” My eyes pop open as I stare at her mouth so full of me. And then she fucking hollows out her cheeks and swallows me with a gag. “Fuck,” I groan, my hands fly to her hair where I hold her for a second before I release and she pops off the top, taking in a deep breath through her nose.
“Whoa.”
“Hey, are you okay?” I ask, worried she can’t breathe.
She nods and smiles. “Yeah. Was that good?”
“A little too good. This might be a short lesson tonight.”
She grins but instead of going back in slowly, jerks my dick towards her again, opens her mouth wider and takes me all the way down to the root once more.
“Shit, just like that baby.”
She reaches up and grabs my hands, pushing them into her hair like she wants me to guide her while she does it. So, I do. I press only gently, allowing her to lead but giving a little extra pressure that matches her motions.
“Now you’re showing off,” I whisper as I look back up at the sky again, the moon, the stars, hell anything to try and slow this shit down because my balls are tingling, and the bottom of my spine is tight like I’m about to bust.
She must sense it because suddenly she picks up her pace, bobbing up and down, lips smacking, drool dropping from her lips onto her chin, and pumping her fist furiously and I can’t fucking handle it anymore. On the next thrust, my crown hits her throat, and she swallows me again.
“Shit,” I cuss and then bust with no warning, my cock kicks in her mouth and unloads. She takes it all as I watch. Sucking, swallowing, slurping and cleaning me up until my cock is dry and she’s smiling.
When she finishes, she wipes the back of her hand with her mouth and smiles up at me.
“So, how was that for my first time?”
I bend down to kiss her lips, not caring that the taste of me is still lingering there. “You know what, I think we need some more practice,” I say grinning.
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“Hey Rhett, you got a minute?” Lark asks, pulling me out of my completely inappropriate wet dream as he enters my office and holds out a printout of a work order that Florence must have just made for him.
It’s the morning after game night at Lark’s, and I’m currently sitting in the dark in my office, nursing a nasty hangover when I’d rather be back at my house, alone, underneath the covers, wallowing in self-pity over the chance I had with Jael and the stupid way that I blew it.
It's been a long time since I’ve been drunk enough to have a hangover the next day, and that’s saying a lot because I know my tolerance is strong. However, after Jael stormed out of Lark’s house on Sunday night, I’d thrown all caution to the wind and taken three more shots back-to-back on top of the several that I’d had previously.
Couple that with all the Whitewood Creek Brewery beer that I'd drank during the wild game of UNO that we played, and I was ready to go find Jael, confess all my deep-rooted feelings and fears around her and tell her that I was sorry and can’t seem to exist without her.
Thankfully, Lainey stopped me before I could, reminding me that I was in no position to have a civilized conversation with her, something we both deserve to have when the time is right.
“Sure, what’s up, Lark?”
“Florence gave me this work order for a job at the courthouse, but I can’t tell what needs to be done and she's out at lunch. Can you pull it up on your computer? It looks like her printer ran out of ink mid-way through the printing.”
“Sure, what’s the number?”
Lark provides the work order number as I type it into the computer, and it returns the details. “Looks like the third-floor men’s bathroom at the courthouse has a nasty clog that’s extended down to the second floor.”
He nods. “Okay, got it.” He sketches some notes down on the sheet before tucking it into his back pocket. “Thanks, man. I’m going to take one of the trucks and head over there to assess the situation. It might take me a couple of hours before I can get started on it because I need to wrap up at Beverly’s house too.”
