Chapter Four
Jacquie
This is the best date I have ever been on. How fucking sad is that? I am thirty-eight years old and way past my prime, but something about this man has me wanting more. More than I ever have before and fuck if that doesn’t scare the shit out of me.
The silence walking back to the hotel is not awkward. For once, I don’t feel the need to fill it with idle chatter.
When we get to the hotel room, I excuse myself to the bathroom. I am trying to get a grip, but fuck. I am dripping wet and I want him more than I have ever wanted anyone. I throw on some pajamas and go back out into the living room. Miles is sitting on the couch in his pajama pants, without a shirt and watching a basketball game. Fuck. His chest is built and covered in tattoos. I am itching to trace them with my tongue.
When did I turn into this sex-crazed woman? Though I suppose it is about time.
I sit down next to him. With his weight on the couch, I dip towards him. His arm goes around me and I stare at the tv. When his fingers move in circles on my shoulder, I fight to keep from shuddering. His touch is driving me crazy.
“Are you gonna stare at the tv all night?” He asks, while practically growling.
“No. I should probably go to bed.” I look at my watch as see that it is only ten. Lame. Did I ever know how to flirt? I am seriously re-considering my life right now.
“If that is what you really want, I won’t stop you.” He says.
“I mean, we could talk or something.”
“Do you really want to talk?” He asks.
“No. I really don’t.”
“You’ve been teasing me with these tiny pajamas for two days now, you ready to show me what’s underneath?”
“Yeah. I really am.” I say. I am one hundred percent sure I need him inside of me.
In one swoop, he has me off of the couch and carrying me into the bedroom. He lays me down in the middle of the bed and I watch as he pulls his pants down. I am amazed at his size. Fascinated, I watch as his cock gets hung up on his waistband, before there is a heavy thud as it bounces off of his abs.
Shit. Not that I have seen many, but he has a beautiful cock. I feel my core tighten at the thought of him inside me. His body is rugged and perfect. Mine has imperfections hat I’m worried about.
He crawls on the bed towards me. When he reaches me, he pulls my tiny cotton shorts down my legs.
“No panties?” He growls.
“I don’t sleep in panties.” I reply. Don’t all women?
“I like that. I like that a lot.” He growls.
When he goes to pull my tank top over my head, I hesitate. I have a huge c-section scar that is currently covered by my shirt. When I say the hospital in that part of Lake county in 1996 was not ideal, I mean my mother would have sewn me up better while drunk. After twenty-two years, it still looks slightly raw and it’s a gross shade of pink. It’s jagged and not sexy at all.
Miles’ eyes snap to mine and I shake my head. He is not having any of that. I gasp as he rips it down the center and tosses the scraps away. Somehow that makes me even wetter. Embarrassingly wet. I instinctively move my hands to try to cover the scar. He moves my hands away and locks them in his above my head.
“Don’t hide from me. I want to see all of you.” He growls before kissing me breathless.
“I have a nasty scar.” I say quietly.
“So?” He challenges.
His kisses a trail down my neck to my nipples, which are already pebbled.
“Pretty pink nipples. Pretty pink pussy and it’s all mine. Tell me it’s all mine, Jax.” His finger runs down the seam of my pussy making me shudder. “Look how wet this pussy is.” He brings his finger to his mouth and sucks it in. His groan at my taste is sexy as fuck.
“It…It’s all yours.” I moan as he bends back down and kisses my scar, before moving down to my bare pussy. When his mouth connects with my clit it makes my back arch off of the bed. No one has ever done this to me before and I gotta say it feels fucking amazing.
My fingers grip his hair, while he lavishes me with his talented tongue. He knows what he is doing, and I feel a momentary sting of jealousy.
Before I realize it, I am screaming his name as I come. My legs are shaking, and my pussy feels like it is actually trembling in anticipation.
“Are you on the pill?” He asks as he leans back on his knees.
“God, no.” I say breathlessly.
“Good.” He says with a sexy smirk and slams into me, stretching me with his thick cock. The quick smarting pain is nothing as he slides out and slams back in again. I pull him down, so I can kiss him, while he fucks into me.
“There is no way I will be able to go slow this time, baby. It’s been too long for me and your pussy is so fucking tight and gripping my cock. Look down and watch me as I breed this cunt.” He demands.
Why is that so fucking hot? Shit. His words alone are almost enough to send me over the edge.
“Fuck. Miles. I am going to come again.”
“Give. It. To. Me.” He says. Each word is punctuated by a hard, demanding thrust. “Come on my cock.”
“Fuck. Miles. Please.” I moan.
“You like when I talk filthy to you, while I am balls deep in this magnificent pussy. Don’t you?” He demands.
I nod. “Oh God. Yes. I do. Tell me more.” I demand.
“You want more, baby? I’ll give you everything I have. Milk my cock and it’s all yours.” I can feel his cock throbbing inside me
I meet his thrusts, making our hips bang together. Wrapping my legs around his waist, while digging my heels into his tight ass. My fingers trace over the words on his chest. I notice they are names, but honestly, I don’t have a lot of thoughts going on besides how good this feels. With a roar, he comes inside me. I can feel the warmth coating my unprotected womb and it causes me to come again.
He drops down on top of me and I run my fingers through his hair. We lay like this until his cock slips out of me. I moan at the loss.
“Damn baby. I think you broke me.” He says. I giggle, and he laughs as he rolls off of me. I quickly pull the covers down and climb underneath them. He turns the lights off and climbs in beside me.
“So much for being adults.” He says.
“Yeah. I am definitely going to want to do that again. Soon.” I say sleepily as he tucks me into his side. He strokes my back in a gentle rhythm until I can’t remember anything else.