“Fuck. Just like that, Sweet Baby.” The ponytail makes sense now. This was part of her goal. My eyes shift to the bag next to my thigh. I have an idea of the rest of her plan. “Did you get tired of your claws?”
Karessa grabs the bag and smirks. “Nope. Curiosity won.”
Although her nails are short and filed down, she pulls out a glove and lube. Once the glove is on, she drops back into giving me damn good head. Feeling her rub lube on my asshole doesn’t break the spell, instead, I bend my knees for her and roll my hips up to fuck her face some. While the beginning of anal penetration is not the funniest thing in the world to me, the outcome is amazing.
I almost laugh when I feel the tentative poke.
“Keep going. Slowly,” I warn her. Relaxing during the stretch isn’t that hard since my dick is buried in her mouth. Now that she’s past penetrating, I guide her where she needs to be. “Left a little. Yeah there. Up. Rub.”
“Found it,” she mumbles around my dick. She taps, rubs, and circles the gland, looking for what gets me off.
My whole-body tenses when she finds the right combination. I love all forms of getting off but p-spot makes me wonder if this is what women feel. It’s like all of my nerves tighten to fire at once. The sensation becomes intense but is still building into something bigger.
“Don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop,” I grit out. Karessa keeps going, rubbing me the right kind of way until it feels like all my nerves snap at once and electrocutes my body. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck,” I chant as my entire body shakes from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
I open my eyes once I can function and Karessa’s big green eyes are staring at me in awe. My dick falls out of her agape mouth as she starts to blink slowly as her finger retreats.
“Holy shit! Let’s do that again.”
I smirk but I’m sensitive and we’d fight if she went anywhere near my ass right now.
“We don’t need the glove anymore tonight.”
She pouts as she takes it off and drops it into the bag but gasps in surprise and I grab her by the neck and push her down onto the bed.
“How did you…”
I kiss her hard and cut off her question. She’s going to learn I’m able to get out of all kinds of contraptions. Prostate ejaculations are great but my dick wants to finish getting wet. I bury myself inside of her before she can catch her breath and pump into her until my dick is rock hard again.
“You liked that? You like watching me come apart at your bidding?”
“Yes!” she whimpers her response as I fuck her hard and deep.
“We haven’t scratched the surface of all the kinky shit we can do together.” My breath comes out in huffs near her ear.
I push up her legs for no other purpose than to fuck her as deep as I want. Karessa doesn’t back down. She claws at me and bucks to meet my power. She’s so fucking wet like I was her personal peep show.
I grab her jaw and squeeze until she looks me in the eyes. “You’re mine and are at the mercy of my sexual desires, Karessa Hanlon”
“So are you, Jagger Liam Hanlon,” she grits back although her eyes flutter because she’s on the edge of her own eruption.
“Then game on, Sweet Baby.” The sting of her nails make my dick jump inside of her. “Do your worst.” I slam into her hard one last time before her body spasms and triggers my cum. With a grunt I coat her pussy as she moans my name.
This is my kind of a date.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Jagger
The timein Fairhope was a much-needed departure from my everyday life and my sexy wife is a great distraction. I feel as if I’m starting to be more of myself but wouldn’t lie to myself about being one hundred percent. Healing takes time and I remind myself every morning. This morning Oran is the antsy one and I’m meeting the big asshole at the gym to spar before I have my session with Karessa. It’s going to be a busy day with the gala happening tonight but it’s worth it. Liam’s House is an important organization for the people who need housing so the fundraising is important.
Oran removes his shirt and wipes the sweat off his face. He tosses it aside and retrains his focus on me. He cracks his neck and pulls up one fist then the other. I look at the door when it opens. Karessa comes bouncing in while typing away on her phone. She’s half-naked as usual but that’s not the part that amuses me.
Once she finally rips her eyes from her phone, she blinks a few times like her brain is trying to reconcile what’s happening in front of her. Knowing her horny brain, all she sees is Oran and me half naked and sweaty. Oran turns towards the door and drops his hands on his hips, giving her a full view of his naked chest and torso, and nods at her in greeting.
She breathes out hard and pokes her lip out as lines of stress mar her forehead. Her ponytail whips around as she shakes her head negatively.
“Nope!” she says sharply and pivots on her heel. “It’s a trap. Text me when you’re done.”
