Little Jessie Bennett
Oh. My. God.
Gentry Adair just kissed and then fingerfucked me!
I shouldn’t be so excited, considering he did this after he locked me up in a stupid cell, but I can’t help it. A dream I’ve been fantasizing over for as long as I can remember has finally come true. Happy birthday to me.
The man has always been sexy, but it wasn’t until he graduated from the police academy and became our town’s deputy that he became unbelievably hot. It has to be the uniform. Yet…he’s slowly removing items from his belt and losing said uniform quickly. And the man is getting more good looking by the second. There goes that theory…
“We’re going to fuck right there on that cot,” he tells me with a smug crooked grin that would soak my panties, if I were wearing any. Gentry has always had this effect on me. So many times when he’d come over to hang out with my brother, I’d end up in my room later touching myself to thoughts of him making love to me.
“Are you this bossy with every woman you’re with?” I demand, jealousy making my words come out with a bite.
He laughs and sheds his wife beater. Dear God, those abs are carved from stone. I lick my lips and shoot him a desperate look. One that says, please fuck me and then let me spend hours nibbling on your pecs.
“Actually,” he murmurs as his brown eyes fall to my breasts that are bouncing with each heavy breath I take. “I only enjoy bossing you around.”
“Gee, I feel so special,” I smart off in a wry tone.
He unhooks his keys from his belt and stalks over to the cell door. His eyes are dark and hooded when he speaks. “You’ll feel really special in about a minute when I have my tongue inside your sweet pussy.”
I gape at him in shock, but I’ll be damned if I don’t shiver in anticipation. So many times, I heard Joey and him speak crudely about girls, but not once were Gentry’s words aimed at me.
Until now.
And, dear baby Jesus, every ounce of heat the man possesses is obliterating me with each look. Each word. Each touch.
He unlocks the cell and saunters in, overpowering the space. Gentry and Joey played high school and college football. Gentry passed my brother on height and size long ago. This man towers over me with broad shoulders that look good enough to take a bite out of.
“Take off your dress, sweetheart,” he instructs, his tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. “I need to see my present.”
At this, I smile. “It’s my birthday, punk. I should be the one getting gifts here.”
He grabs my wrist, the heat of his grip nearly scalding me, and drags my hand to where his cock is hard in his pants. “Happy birthday. I hope you like big gifts.”
I let out a laugh that’s half amused and half nervous. “I’m more of a jewelry girl. Just so you know for next time.”
Both of his hands slide up to my neck where he reaches under my hair and unties my dress. Then, with sure movements, he pulls it down to reveal my full breasts. My dress slides to the floor, pooling at my ankles. The hungry way with which he admires my breasts has me gripping his cock through his pants. He lets out a pained groan. His dark eyes go wild with need—a look that I certainly want to see more of. My eyes meet his for a moment, and I lick my lips.
“I want to suck your cock,” I whisper.
His glare becomes murderous, and I wonder if I said something wrong. But the words that come out next snuff out all apprehension. “Could you be any fucking hotter, sweetness? I’m dying to have your pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”
I beam at him as I start unfastening his belt and slacks. They fall to the floor heavily, and I waste no time shoving his black boxer briefs down his thighs, so I can see his cock. I’m no prude and have seen many cocks on television and Tumblr.
Maybe I’m biased, but this is the best-looking dick I’ve ever seen.
Long and thick enough that I know he’s going to tear me apart. But smooth and silky enough that at least I know it’ll be a soft destruction.
The concrete is cold on my knees, but when I look up at him, his fiery gaze is so intense, it could melt me to the floor. I grip his length, tentatively licking the salty tip. A hiss escapes him. My nerves calm down once I realize I’m the one in control now. The smug asshole has a death grip on my hair, and his entire body trembles when I take him deeper in my mouth. I rub the underside of his shaft with my tongue as I attempt to ease him into my throat. All my friends talk about is how good it feels for a man when you deep throat him. And I sure as hell want to give Gentry a blow job he’ll never forget.
“Goddammit,” he hisses. “I knew you’d be perfect.”
His words spur me on, and I slide up and down his cock furiously until his heat is rushing down my throat without warning. He grips my hair as he fucks my face a couple of brutal times. Then, as if he gets ahold of his senses, he lets out a string of curse words.
“Fuck, sweetheart.” He cradles my face in his palms as I pull away from his wet cock. His brown eyes are soft and concerned. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head and give him a wicked smile. “Not yet.” And it’s the truth because my fantasy come to life is about to take my virginity. His cock is massive, so I know it’s going to be painful.
He pulls me to my feet and hugs me to him. Our mouths meet for another heated kiss. With our naked bodies smashed together, I’m in a state of euphoria like I’ve never known before. I’ve only been in love with one boy. It’d always been unrequited. Or so I thought. A silent animal just waiting to be fed. I’ve been desperately hungry for him since the first time I saw him playing football in my front yard with no shirt on so many years ago. I’d been almost eleven when I developed my first crush—a crush that never went away. That seventeen-year-old boy just continued to grow more and more manly by the day. Other guys pursued me over the years, but I had no interest whatsoever.
My heart was set on Gentry Adair.
My heart still only beats for him.
When his palms find my ass, I let out a sigh of pleasure. My hands curl around the back of his neck so I can kiss him harder. The fire that always consumes me when it comes to this man is blazing out of control. I need him more than anything in my life.
“You’re mine, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my mouth. His words are like a song I’ve always wanted to hear. He lifts me and my legs wrap around his bare hips. When he stalks forward and presses my back against the cinderblock wall, I cry out from the cold.
“Shhh,” he coos, his mouth attacking my neck and earlobe. “I’ll warm you up.” His cock is hot and throbbing as it bobs against the crack of my ass. Thrills shoot through me each time it touches me.
He holds my ass up with one hand and then reaches between us to grip his cock. Our eyes meet when he teases my wet opening with the tip.
“You ready for me?”
I bite my lip. A shiver ripples through me, and I can’t tell if it’s from the cold or nerves. “I think so. It’s my first time.”
His brown eyes become melted chocolate as he snares me in his heated gaze. “You saved yourself for me?”
I look away, embarrassment threatening to swallow me whole.
“Look at me,” he growls.
I snap my eyes back to meet his. Shame seems to have a grip around my throat as I choke out my words. “I-I was h-hoping it would be with you—”
“Good girl,” he praises, not letting me finish my words. “Don’t be afraid. I’m going to take care of you.”
His words soothe me and I nod. “Will it hurt?”
“Maybe,” he admits with a frown. “But I promise you I’m going to do my best to make it feel good.” His nose nuzzles against mine in an intimate way that seems to have a direct effect on my heart.
He breaks our gaze so he can focus on pushing his cock slowly into me. I’m wet and my body seems to crave him as much as I do because I slide halfway down his length without much resistance. He’s thick enough that it burns as he stretches me as wide as my body will go.
“I’ve loved you for far longer than I want to admit,” he whispers against my mouth. His words cause my heart to explode with happiness. Then, fire burns through me when he thrusts the rest of the way inside of me. A scream is lodged in my throat and two tears leak out of my eyes. I’m so stunned by the sudden onset of fiery pain that I stiffen in his grip. But then his fingers are massaging my still-swollen clit, making me quickly forget the fire between my legs. The burn quickly evolves into something that feels incredible. We’re connected. And whole. Finally.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, slowly rocking inside me. The pain is subsiding as pleasure fights for front and center.
He’s not wearing a condom and somehow that makes this moment more special for me. Gentry isn’t the type to put my health in danger. I trust that he wouldn’t have sex with me bare unless he knew it was safe for him to do so. But I do have to tell him something he isn’t going to like to hear.
“I’m not on birth control,” I whimper, my voice overcome with emotion and desire.
My words seem to unleash the animal within him because he fucks me harder against the cinderblock wall and his mouth owns me with a soul-consuming kiss. I lose all sense of reality as I get swept up in our carnal lovemaking. The grip I have on his neck tightens when another orgasm begins to quake through me. White blissful stars glitter my line of vision, causing me to go blind with all the pleasure rippling through me.
His heat surges inside of me. I’ve never felt so connected to someone in all my life. I want to tether my heart to his, never letting go. He grunts as his cock seems to double in size. A few more thrusts and he slows. Our eyes meet. Darkness and love and possessiveness flicker in his gaze. I hope mine mirrors his.
“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” I murmur and bite on my bottom lip. “That was reckless.”
“I told you that you were mine now.” His forehead rests against mine. “I’m going to take care of you, just like I promised.”