CHAPTER 7
Jackie
The glasses hit the floor as my ass hits the table.
He’s lifted me from the ground as if I were nothing.
His hands ravish my back while his lips ravish my mouth.
There is no foreplay, just a race to undress quicker.
He lifts my shirt up over my head and immediately takes my breast in his mouth. I arch my back pushing my tit even deeper into his mouth. I want him to take all of it. I run my fingers through his hair, but suddenly his head pops right back up and he’s kissing me all over again.
I grab for his T-shirt and have it lifted to his armpits before he steps back allowing him to continue kissing me as he moves it up to his neck.
Our lips part company briefly and I feel the hunger. I don’t wait long as he whips the T-shirt off and out of the way and his lips crash right back into mine.
He steps back towards me and we both fiddle with his belt, trying to remove it as quickly as possible.
Two cooks in the kitchen spoils the dish so I let him have it and instead I run my hands across his abdominals feeling each and every grove. His body is an absolute work of art, but I have no time to admire it, just enjoy it.
My hands continue up finding his chest. I fan my grip outward making sure to take in the entirety of the width of his chest.
I hear the belt buckle unhook and I run my hands across his bulging biceps. I can feel the vein in his arm pumping blood, to where I’m about to see.
My hands run across his massive shoulder and onto his back and back to his shoulders. It’s my favorite part of a man’s body and his are sculpted, wide, and create the perfect top for that V-shape of his which is now on display.
I hear elastic of his waistband pop and I look down just to see a cock so big I have second thoughts, for a nanosecond, but my mind quiets and my lust regains control of my thoughts. I reach for it with both hands and feel its length and girth wondering how in the world he’s going to fit that in me. Considering I’m dripping wet and hornier than I’ve ever been in my entire life anything’s possible.
His hands grab the side of my panties and he yanks forward, pulling me with them. I lift my ass and slides them down to my feet before I plop down again allowing him to slide them completely away.
But I’m not seated for long. He pulls me right back towards him but this time I feel my ass leave the table. I wrap my legs around his back and feel myself moving. I can feel the head of his cock pressing everywhere near my fold as we move, but it hasn’t entered me.
I want it. I need it. I’m ready to leave the madness of what happened in Seattle behind but much more importantly I need to feel the insanity of what I know is coming next.
But before anything I feel his hand that’s pressing into my back slam against the wall. I hear hanging pans fall.
My body comes off the wall and we’re in motion again. A second later I feel a crash again. His back has plowed into a cupboard and cups are rattling in their saucers as my clit pulsates for his cock.
He steps forward and I’m suspended in mid air. I feel his hand on my ass tighten and his other hand on my back come off as it shoots down to his groin.
He takes his cock in one hand and lines it up to my opening.
“Fuck me,” I say, but it’s barely decipherable considering his tongue is so far down my throat and mine in his.
I can feel the sides of his thumb and first finger where he’s gripping his rod, just waiting to release the gate and send in his warrior.
And that’s exactly what he does.
My mouth opens wide and the kissing immediately stops as I feel his dick open me, all of me. It’s like he’s opened me to an entirely new world of sensory perception. Like I was living in an inferior parallel universe this entire time and now I’ve swallowed the red pill and entered the matrix that is what life is really about.
Moments like this.
Moments where I don’t even think, just feel as he bounces me up and down on his cock. My hair is in my face. Spit is on my lips. My pussy is spitting my juices. And I don’t care. I’ve never felt so alive.
Because of him.
He showed me this world and now there’s no turning back.
I feel my climax continue as I feel like I’m floating in a cloud. There’s no thought of trusting whether he’ll hold me, drop me, or what he’ll do because there are no thought at all. I’m completely in euphoric peace.
Suddenly I’m lifted and spun and I feel my ass hit a cold cabinet, threatening to bring me back to reality.
I brush the hair from my face and open my eyes just in time to see him shoot cum halfway across the kitchen as his body hunches over and he falls to his knees.
He’s breathing hard as I watch his back rise and fall as he’s down on all fours.
He turns to look at me and our eyes lock.
That was the dirtiest most animalistic thing I’ve ever done by far…and I can’t wait to do it again.