Chapter Nineteen

Jake

I couldn’t believe what I had just witnessed. Part of me hadn’t believed she would actually go through with it. I had always thought of her as a good girl. She might be a good girl, but she also had a naughty side that I really enjoyed. My body was humming and my dick was throbbing. I had nearly blown my wad just watching her. The woman was a master of her own body and it was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. Far better than any porno movie. Live, in living color was a million times better.

Once the heart palpitations stopped, I stood and moved towards her. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed. I could see a fine sheen of sweat across her chest.

I reached down and trailed my fingers along the inside of her thigh.

Her eyes popped open. I grinned and ran my fingers over her wet pussy.

“My turn,” I whispered, closing my lips over hers.

My hand palmed her mound, pushing the heel against her. Her body arched and pressed against it, rotating her hips as she did.

“This isn’t going to work,” I said, abruptly pulling away and standing.

“What?” she asked. “Yes, it will.”

She jumped out of the chair, standing in front of me, she started to undo my pants. I didn’t bother clarifying that I meant her in the chair and me fully dressed. I’d just let her convince me. With my jeans hanging open she turned her attention to my shirt. She slowly undid each button on the plaid shirt I was wearing, stopping between each to softly kiss me.

Once that was off, she tugged at the hem of my t-shirt, pulling it up. I lifted my arms and let her push it as high as she could reach before taking over the job. Her mouth went to my chest, kissing and licking before she closed her lips over one flat nipple. The feel of her teeth nibbling and pulled a low growl from somewhere deep in my gut.

“Like that?” she whispered, moving to the other nipple and doing the same.

I grabbed one of her hands and pushed it to my crotch. “I like that more.”

She cupped my dick through my jeans before moving to pull them down. Her mouth trailed a line of kisses down the front of one thigh as she dropped to her knees and began to work the jeans over my feet. I leaned my butt against the table for support as she pulled them all the way off before tossing them backwards.

She stayed on her knees and looked up at me. It was a spectacular view. Her hands rubbed over my knees and up my thighs, reaching up to splay over my stomach. My dick jumped, demanding attention. She smiled at me, before looking down at my engorged cock.

My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I thought I would die of anticipation. She reached out her finger and barely touched the head of my cock. I bit back a groan at the delicate touch. Her finger trailed over my shaft before moving to my balls. I pushed my hips forward, encouraging her to take me in her mouth.

Her hand moved back to the base of my dick. She fisted me in her hand and slowly slid up to the head. With her thumb, she spread the liquid bead that had formed. From above, I watched her lovingly massage my dick. I wanted to scream for more, but this was her show. I wanted her to do what she liked. I would make my demands later.

My ability to think was lost when her hot mouth closed over my dick.

I sucked in air through gritted teeth. “Fuck,” I drawled out. “Oh, fuck.”

The sensations shooting through my dick threatened to knock me on my ass. My hands gripped the edge of the table as her mouth slid down my cock. She moaned low in her mouth, the sound vibrating over my dick, heightening the sensations. I felt the moment it reached the back of her throat and forced myself to keep still. My hands moved to her head, holding her right where she was.

Her tongue rolled around my dick locked tight inside her mouth, lips closed over the base before she slowly dragged them across the sensitive flesh.

I groaned, fighting back the urge to explode in her mouth.

“Calla, you’re killing me,” I managed to get out a moment before she slid her mouth back down, sucking as she went.

She increased the speed in which she moved her lips up and down my dick.

“Calla,” I growled low in my throat, warning her, my hands fisting her short, silky hair.

She didn’t stop. She reached up and cupped my balls squeezing and tugging as she sucked harder on my dick.

“Oh, fuck, Calla. I can’t,” I couldn’t finish my sentence. The woman was milking me, taking me deep into her throat drinking me in as I spurted down her throat.

She pulled away, her mouth trailing kisses up my stomach before she started working over my neck. My body was shaking like a teenage boy fucking for the first time. I remembered the feeling well because it had been with the woman who had just done it to me again.

Her breasts rubbed over my chest as she straddled my leg, rubbing her wet pussy against my leg. She pushed her mound hard against my thigh. I involuntarily flexed the muscle, increasing the hardness. She moaned and slid down my thigh, pushing her pussy lips against me.

I reached out and grabbed her ass, yanking her into me.

“Yes,” she breathed.

With my hands on her hips, I forcefully pushed her up and down, riding my thigh, her wet pussy leaving a trail down my thigh.

I could feel myself growing hard again and pushed away from the table, spinning her around to take my place. I lifted her and sat her on the table, the perfect height for me to kiss. Her arms went around my neck, pulling me against her mouth. I could taste the fiery whiskey.

I reached down and opened her legs wide and stepped between them before dropping my head down to bury my face in her big, beautiful breasts. Her hands worked in my hair, pulling and pressing me against her. I lapped one nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth.

Her moaning encouraged me to suck harder while my other hand rubbed the other nipple between my fingers.

“Jake,” she moaned my name. It was the sweetest sound.

“What do you want, Calla?”

“You. I want you.”

I cupped her pussy. “This? You want me to finger you?”

“Mmmm,” she moaned.

I grabbed her hips, bringing her butt to the edge of the table. I used a finger to spread those luscious lips open before sliding one finger inside. She bucked forward, swallowing my finger to the hilt.

“Oh, you like that?” I asked, stroking in and out.

“I need your cock deep inside me,” she pleaded before reaching out and stroking said cock. Her touch was nowhere near as gentle as it had been earlier. She was frantically rubbing and stroking, pulling me close to her entrance.

“Deep inside?”

“Yes. Fuck me, Jake!”

Pushing a second finger in, I wiggled it around, shoving both fingers high. I could feel her pussy dripping juices. Her mouth slammed into mine, our tongues dueling as I repeated the motion with my fingers inside her tight sheath.

I pulled them out and firmly pushed her in the center of her chest. “Lie back.”

She propped herself up on her elbows.

“No. Down. Now.”

She lay her back flat against the table. I moved the candle to the counter and took a moment to check out her body splayed across my table. Her legs spread wide in blatant invitation. Her hand ran down her body. The moment she touched herself I growled and yanked her hand away.

“I’m going to make you scream my name. You’re going to be limp by the time I’m finished with you,” I warned her, rubbing my hand over her entrance.

“Do it, dammit! I’m fucking wet and ache. Fill me with your cock,” she shouted. “I need it so bad,” she whimpered.

I used a hand to guide my cock to her entrance before sliding inside, going slow and relishing in the tiny contracting muscles that pulled me deeper.

My balls hit the table edge, and I used my hands on her hips to pull her closer against me.

“More,” she moaned.

I pushed against her, giving her every last bit. Her body was squeezing around my dick as I ran my hand over her belly and grabbed her breasts.

“I, oh, oh, oh,” she cried out. “Jake,” she panted, her body was twisting on the table as her pussy clenched and grabbed my dick inside her. A scream tore through her mouth as she bucked and pressed against me lodged deep inside her.

I could feel her juices seeping around my dick as her muscles milked at my cock, but didn’t move. “Keep cumming, baby,” I encouraged her.

She stopped moving, her arms spreading wide and hanging off the table. I stood there, waiting for her to breathe normally again before slowing dragging my cock all the way out and slowly pushing it back inside. After a few slow, deep strokes, I could hear her breathing faster again.

Holy fuck. She was going to have another orgasm!

I thrust hard and deep, letting her pussy tighten around my cock again before I moved the pad of my thumb to where we were joined together. I slid it over her nub and rubbed. She screamed and her knees came up, dropping her legs wider as I rubbed.

“Jake, Jake, Jake,” she chanted my name as the orgasm gripped her. I kept rubbing the spot, dragging it out.

Her legs dropped, hanging off the table once again. I stayed seated inside her, enjoying the tremors that rocked over my dick.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Oh, good God, I don’t know if I can cum again.”

“You will. I’m going to make sure you do,” I growled, intent on giving her more orgasms than she could count.

I grabbed her arms and tugged her into a sitting position. In one quick move I pulled her off the table, sat in the chair and pulled her on top of me. Her legs straddling me.

“Sit on my dick,” I demanded.

She bit her lip as she slowly, achingly slid down the length of my dick. I moved forward on the chair, pushing higher inside of her than I had ever been. The feeling tore a shout from my throat.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Slow down, dammit!” I yelled when she started to bounce up and down on my dick, her breasts slapping me in the face.

I grabbed her hips, lifted her body and slammed her onto dick, holding her down.

“Oh!” she shouted.

I repeated the action several times until I felt her cumming on my dick again. I didn’t wait for her to stop the orgasm this time. I lunged up, her body locked against mine before I pulled out, spun her around and pushed her face against the table. I slammed into her from behind, my balls slapping against her as I reached the hilt.

“Fuck. You’re so fucking hot.”

I growled, slamming into her body over and over. My dick was soaked. Her palms slapped the table.

“Jake!” she screamed my name.

Another fresh burst of wetness washed over my dick. I could feel her juices sliding down the inside of my legs. The woman was a fucking geyser, erupting over and over.

I pumped into her until I gave in to my own release, shouting with the sheer ecstasy it brought. I collapsed into the chair, too weak to stand another second. My heart was beating against my chest and I struggled to catch my breath. When the world stopped spinning and I could see straight I grinned at the sight of Calla’s bare ass facing me. She was draped over the kitchen table and I could see her back moving up and down as she panted.

It gave me supreme satisfaction to see her so completely sated. It was a lot darker in the room and I realized the fire in the woodstove was fading. I didn’t think I could move, but knew I had to.

I got to my feet and added more logs, blowing on the embers to get the fire going. Calla had slid off the table and was sitting in a chair, looking thoroughly satisfied. I walked by her, reached out and tweaked a nipple before I walked down the hall to get a towel. Her delayed shriek had me laughing as I went.