“I’ve never minded getting a littledirty.” I purr the words as my hand grazes his thickening cock, causing it to twitch.
I lick my lips as my mouth starts to water. I’m dying to taste him. Worship him. Feel him unravel. He works his belt open before flicking the button on his jeans. I begin tugging at his waistband, pushing the material down his thick thighs.
Reaching for his cock, I lick him from the base all the way to the head, swirling my tongue around his tip while my eyes never leave his.
He groans as he reaches down, tangling his hands in my hair. I swirl my tongue around his head again before drawing him into my mouth, taking him as far back as I can before I gag. Jett groans as he tips his head back. “I like it when you choke on my cock, Whiskey.”
His fingers tighten slightly as he grips the back of my head. I get to work, taking him in long, slow drags, passing my tongue down his entire length. Teasing him just enough to really work him up. Each time I take him to the back of my throat, I pusha little harder, gagging every time. My eyes begin to water, but I’m no quitter.
“I wish you could see yourself right now. Filthy with a mouthful of my cock.”
I’m in love with Jett Riggsby. This man has seen me at all the stages. Witnessed my good moments and not-so-great moments, but he never left my side until he had to. I’ve forgiven him for the past because my heart is his, and I refuse to waste any more time apart. I need Jett like I need air. He’s the other half of my soul. There’s something powerful in our love and this overwhelming need to watch him unravel. To come apart at the seams, all because of my touch.
I reach down and cup his balls with my hand, rolling them gently.
“Fuck!” he groans, thrusting deeper into my mouth.
My hips thrust on their own accord, and I slip my hand under my thong, needing to touch my aching clit. We’re insatiable when we’re together, always have been.
“That’s it, baby. Touch that perfect pussy, but don’t come.”
I slip him from my mouth as I start to object. “Relax. I’ll make you feel good, but first, I need to come in your pretty mouth.”
His hand jerks his cock against my mouth, smearing his pre-cum and my saliva over my lips before pushing between them.
“Goddamn, Wren,” he praises as I continue to play with my clit. His words only spur me on as I continue pleasuring him and rub tight circles over myself. Desire floods my system, and I’m close, so close.
I moan around his cock as Jett reaches for my arm, pulling it from my drenched core. My orgasm was right there, and I was too caught up in the moment to remember I wasn’t supposed to come. I’m aching for a release, which only urges my mouth and tongue to work him harder. With a few more passes of my mouth, Jett’s cum hits my tongue. His hand fists my hair, holding me tight against him. I can barely breathe as he emptieshimself in my mouth. When the last drop leaves his cock, I swallow as he pulls me up from the floor. His thumb wipes the corner of my lip as he plunges it back into my mouth. I suck his thumb, cleaning the spilled cum off him.
“Turn around and grab the gate.”
I do as he says, spinning until I’m facing the pen, hands gripping the railing and sticking my ass in the air. Jett steps behind me, flinging my skirt until it’s bunched around my waist. It’s his turn to drop to his knees as his warm, calloused hands slide down my thigh. It’s euphoric.
He pushes my thong to the side before lapping at my arousal. “God,” he groans as he swipes his tongue over my slit. “You taste fucking perfect. You taste like mine.”
“J,” I moan as I grip the bars tighter. We’re on borrowed time. Anyone could walk in this barn, but getting caught is half the fun.
His head dives back down onto my pussy as he continues to build my orgasm back up. It won’t take long, I’m still needy for him. He works his fingers and tongue in tandem as my body bucks under his mouth.
“Don’t stop,” I pant, legs shaking.
He eats me from behind like a starved man. My body tingles, shock waves running down my spine. I close my eyes, mouth agape, panting like I’m parched from being stranded in the desert. But I’m parched for him, always him.
He flicks my clit, and that’s when my knees buckle. “Come on my fucking face, Whiskey. Scream my name while you give me every drop.”
“J,” I moan.
“No, baby. Let all of Marshall County know who you belong to. Tell them who worships your body.”
He swirls his tongue in circles and flicks my clit over and over until I’m falling over the edge in sweet surrender.
“Jett!” I scream as my body convulses. Jett pulls back, sitting on his knees as he adjusts my thong. He rubs the materialover my sensitive clit, sending another shiver through me. The sounds of our heavy panting fill the barn, and too quickly, our moment is over.
Voices sound from outside the barn as Jett stands and adjusts my skirt. I rake my fingers through my messy hair, knowing it’s a lost cause.
Before anyone steps in, Jett cups my cheeks in his hands and crashes his mouth to mine.
“Thank you,” he whispers against my lips.
