J.T
Holy.Fuck.
Eating Kelly McCrae out is one of my top five fantasies.
Having her come so hard she squirts all over my bearded face when I do?Easily soars to number one.
“Fuck, honey, you’re so goddamn sexy.Look at you, squirting like a good girl all over my mouth.”
“W-what?”she gasps, trying to sit up, and I see it.
Her shock.Her embarrassment.
But I’m not letting her hide from this.
Not from me.
Not ever.
I grip her ankles and pull her down the bed to where I’m kneeling, and I line my cock up with her soft, wet entrance.
“Gonna feed you my dick now, Kelly.And you’re gonna take it like a good girl, aren’t you?”I ask.
Her breath hitches.Her big tits jiggle with the action.
And it’s so fucking hot.
My cock leaks precum all over her slit, but I wait for her nod before I move.
Then, I lean down, caging her in, wrapping her in my arms, gazes locked as I push inside the object of my desire for the first time—and it’s better than anything.
“Fuck,” I groan, sliding my dick out all the way to the tip before driving back inside, balls deep.
She’s so fucking tight.
My Sawmill Jill has been neglected too damn long, and I’m gonna see to it that never happens again.
My chest tightens as her small hands run over my sides, my back, my chest, and shoulders—anywhere she can reach.
Like she’s just as desperate for me as I am her—and knowing that?
It does something to me.Makes me fucking feral.
I want this woman.
In my bed.
In my life.
I want her so damn much.
And I mean to have her.
She’s clutching at me, legs wrapping around my waist as she rolls her hips in time with mine.
I can’t hold back anymore.
I start fucking her in earnest.
