Page 78 of Barbed Wire Fences
“You feel so good. Soak my face, baby, come all over my tongue.”
She leans up into a crunch, her eyes watching me now as I devour her clit and work my fingers inside of her tight walls and then she’s there, legs shaking, walls contracting all over me as she softly says my name.
“Fuck yeah,” I whisper, getting every last bit of her release out until she flops back on the desk heavily.
“Why are you so good at that?”
I chuckle. “We can blame it on that summer we were together and two horny teenagers.”
Her cheeks pink when she sits up again. “I swear that’s not why I came.”
“Just a perk, huh?”
She grins and I help her stand before guiding her into one of the chairs in front of my desk.
“What about you?” she asks, her eyes darting to my pants.
“Oh, I’m about to feed you my cock like it’s a pulled pork platter customized with baked beans on the side. Hope you brought your appetite.”
She laughs. “Way too cheesy. And that’s the weirdest analogy I’ve ever heard, but I like it.” Then she falls to her knees with a smile and yanks on my zipper, pulling my jeans over my hips and down before pausing, looking down at my feet. “I want you to keep the boots on,” she says, grinning up at me, green eyes wide with mischief.
I raise a brow. “I was planning on it, but now I’m intrigued. This something you've been fantasizing about?”
“It is,” she says, reaching into my boxers and pulling out my cock to pump it a few times.
“You’ve been wanting me to wear these boots and fuck you since I walked into your trailer, haven’t you?”
She nods, smiling shyly up at me as she opens her mouth to take me inward.
Who knew Jael had a thing for work boots?Hell, if I ever take them off again. Might get them even dirtier today just for her.
“Next time we shower together, I’m keeping them on.”
Her mouth moves downward on my length, soaking me, before coming back to the top and pausing. She looks up at me.
“That’s a bit extreme.”
I guide her head back down onto me. “Less talking, more sucking.”
She snorts and rolls her eyes before opening her throat to take me all the way to the back swallowing and squeezing me so fucking good.
“Good girl,” I say. “Spit on it. Get me nice and wet, baby.”
My head drops back in my chair as I enjoy the sensation of her firm sucks and soft licks. When she pulls back the next time she spits on me and then coats me with it in her palm, stroking me so good.
“Tell me what else you’ve fantasized about us doing,” I say as I rake my fingers through her hair and massage her scalp.
She pauses her sucking and looks up at me with a serious look across her face.
“Feeling you come inside of me raw. I got tested when I came to Whitewood Creek for this job, and I’m clean. I’ve been on birth control ever since I went away to college. I want you to get tested too so that I can know how it feels to have you completely.”
Fuck, if that doesn’t sound good.
I’ve never had unprotected sex before, and just the thought of doing it with Jael hits me like a fever—her hot, tight pussy gripping me in a way no one else ever has. It sounds like a dream I shouldn’t even be allowed to have.
With our history, I swore I’d never cross that line again. You get a woman pregnant once, even while using protection, and that sticks in the back of your mind every single time after.
The warning. The guilt of what I caused. The weight. Even if she wasn’t sure who the father was, I blamed myself.
