Page 93 of The Jester and His Outlaw: Part One

“Sorry, Outlaw. No tits here.”

I laugh, slapping him on the shoulder. “Take your shirt off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Because he’s a stunningly handsome guy, his shirt rolls off him in a swift, flawless motion, like he’s a model fresh off the runway. Without it, he’s everything I knew he’d be. He’s on the thin side, like someone who has missed a couple weeks of proper meals, but he is still all cut muscle. He has a few tattoos on his chest, brightly colored graffiti similar to the pieces in the tunnel under the highway and on the walls of this room. A sprinkling of dark hair swirls over his pecs, thickening over his lean abs, and hiding behind the waistline of his pants.

Moving toward him, my lips meet the center of his stomach. His abs flex deliciously beneath me.

Collecting my hair as if he is about to tie it up, he pulls my head back slowly, guiding me all the way to the mattress. Once I’m flat, he works the button on my jeans and shimmies them off, along with my panties. Next, his pants go. His hard cock rests against his stomach, accentuating the ripped lines of muscle.

“Riggs.” I reach for him in awe. How can someone be so handsome? I want to touch him, lick him.

“Do you like?” he chuckles and grips himself, then runs his hand the length of his shaft. He’s been holding out on me for sure. Size isn’t everything, but damn.

A bob of my head and biting of my lips earns me another deep chuckle that runs straight to my core. On instinct, my legs move wider, welcoming him.

His eyes flick to my pussy, and he moans. He turns to the side, facing the night stand and digs through the drawer, pulling out a condom. Using his teeth, he tears into the little packet, discarding it once he has the rubber out. He places it on his tip and rolls it down.

I watch him work, entranced by his movement, how he moves so fluidly in everything he does. He’s simply delicious.

Before lining himself up, his hands make another route up my legs from my feet. He kisses the arch of my foot, my ankle, my calf, a line up my thigh and over my hip. When his lips hit the soft spot in my lower belly, it tickles, and I can’t help but giggle and flinch.

He doesn’t let me squirm away and continues his journey up my torso, circling my nipple and kneading my breast. His kiss swallows my gasp when he swipes down my center, collecting my wetness before he plunges two fingers deep inside me. I melt into the bed, whimpering for him.

He breaks the kiss but doesn’t back away when he whispers, “I’ll do my best to make you happy, Charley. Thank you for choosing me.”

His words choke me up, and I only manage a squeak. I’m panting—a needy mess. His chuckle vibrates the entire bed, and he lines himself up and thrusts forward, sealing my mouth in a kiss just as harshly.

My pussy clenches around him so hard it’s as if I’ll die if I don’t.

He hisses a breath, his forehead against mine. His eyes shut and for the first time, he looks peaceful, like the troubles of his world, his past, have floated away with our connection.Stunning. That’s all I can think about.

I’d be fibbing if I tried to convince myself that I haven’t thought about Riggs on top of me more times than was probably healthy. I mean, how could I not? Is it everything I dreamed it’d be?Ha, yeah.

The sensation of him inside me is pure pleasure considering how his girth fills me up, stretching me as he moves gently inside me. He brushes his fingers through my hair and pumps into me, studying my face—always studying me like he has to commit me to memory over and over again. Like he never wants to miss a single expression I make.

I stretch my head back and he nips and kisses my neck until I’m whimpering beneath him.

“What do you need from me, Outlaw?” He sucks the soft spot under my ear as he grinds his hips into me, driving deeper.

“Ohh… fuuuuck, Riggs. I want it harder.”

An amused sound slips from his throat and he slides a hand up the underside of my thigh to the back of my knee. He brings it toward my chest, allowing his soft thrusts to go deeper than I’ve ever had before. Then, he slams into me so hard the sound of our skin meeting is the only thing my ears can register.

We’ve left love making territory and entered into indulging every primal need our bodies are calling for.

His hand finds my clit, and he caresses it softly, then pinches it, smirking menacingly when I gasp then moan as he rubs again.

“Jester, I’m going to come,” I breathe, every pent up reserve of pleasure in my body ready to crash or explode.

“Please do. I want to watch you fall apart for me again. There is nothing I want more.” My body tightens, a cord ready to snap and on his next thrust, he glides along my g-spot and I lose it. I lock my legs around his hips as I ride him through the brunt of the pleasure tingling through my body, gripping his forearms and digging my nails in. “Fuck, Outlaw. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” he emphasizes each time he drives into me.

He groans, freezing deep inside me, pulsing as he comes. His lashes are fluttering, his eyes rolling back before they spring open to find mine. My pussy still pulsates around him in little aftershocks of my orgasm as he moves slowly, drawing in and out of me.

He watches himself enter me while his breathing returns to normal and the movements of his chest settle. His thumbs spread my folds and find my clit. Gentle and with care, he caresses it again as he continues to move within me.

“Ahhhh, shit, that's so good. I want to come again. I’m so close. What the hell, how are you doing that?” I wiggle my hips and he moves faster inside me, grunting, his face pinched. He’s too sensitive right now, but he’s still hard and wanting to give me more. I grab the sheets in my fists to anchor myself. The pleasure is too immense, so great that I don’t know where to focus.

“Let go, Outlaw, come for me again,” he grunts out desperately and I fear for a second he’s in actual pain. With one more flick of my clit, I’m spiraling—a dizzy mess floating through nothing as my orgasm slams into me. He sees me through like the gentleman he is, then with a sigh, pulls himself from me. The tension of being hyper-sensitive leaves his body and I frown. “All good, Outlaw. Who doesn’t love a little post orgasm torture to see his girl come again?”

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