so full of you right now, Miss Jones, I can’t think of anything else.”
He buried his finger deep, deep inside her channel, making Claire shudder.
“Jack…” Her voice was a breathless whisper, and he could only assume his finger made her forget Shakespeare too.
He buried a second finger inside her, loving the smooth slide, glorying in the spasm that ripped through her inner walls, trapping his fingers for just a second.
“Oh, dear God. That feels good.”
Fuck, she was wet. So wet. So tempting. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, and his name tore from her throat.
Her fist pumped his dick, clasping him tight in its warm grasp, making him see stars.
He slipped his wet fingers from her pussy, and remembering her response to his teasing yesterday, slid his hand backward, between the full globes of her buttocks, and found her hidden hole, caressing it.
She stopped breathing. Her fist stilled around his erection.
Jack dipped his finger inside her, knuckle deep, and Claire yelped.
The sound resonated through him, sending a fresh surge of blood to his cock.
“Jack,” she moaned, his name a desperate plea. “Please, God. Fuck me now.”
For a split second, Jack blanked. The world went black. Claire’s begging did something to him. Made molten lava rise in his balls. Turned him on in ways he never knew a man could be turned on. The woman who had threatened him with legal action, who had refused to get involved with him in case she had to involve a lawyer in their relationship, now begged.
The statuesque and beautiful Miss Jones wanted him to fuck her? Who was he to refuse? How could he refuse when images of spending the rest of his life giving her pleasure danced through his imagination?
Easing his finger from her hole, he dropped to his knees, scrambled for his pants, found his wallet, and thanked God he had the common sense to keep a condom in there at all times.
In a heartbeat, his dick was covered, and he was back on his feet, his mouth pressed to Claire’s, his hand on her ass, urging her closer.
She spread her thighs, wrapped a leg around one of his, opening herself up to his searching cock. Her hand was on his erection, holding it, rubbing it, steering it towards her.
And then he was there. Poised on the brink, his cockhead brushing her pussy lips, his heart pounding in his ears.
Jesus, he wanted this. Wanted it more than he wanted air. Wanted Claire more than he wanted his next breath. He couldn’t believe he’d known her just three days. Couldn’t seem to remember a time he’d not lusted after her.
“Do it,” she insisted, no hint of the shy, inhibited woman he’d undressed moments ago. This was a confident Claire, a lover who knew what she wanted. Demanded it. “Fuck me.”
She tilted her hips towards him, and Jack was lost. He did the only thing he could have done, the only thing he wanted to do. He thrust upwards and drove inside her, thunderstruck by the ecstasy that surged through him as he seated himself balls deep in her hot channel.
Jesus, fuck. Even through the condom, her heat assaulted his senses. She was tight. So fucking tight, her pussy squeezing his cock. Clutching it in a loving grasp that blew his mind and made him want to come there and then.
Claire showed him no mercy, gave him no time to recover. She rocked her hips back, sliding right off his cock, leaving just the tip inside her, then lunged back down, enveloping him once more.
“Not gonna last, beautiful,” he gasped. “Not even gonna make a minute if you keep on like that.”
“Don’t need…stamina, my gorgeous…giant.” Her voice was as breathless as his. “Just need you to fuck me.”
There was no holding back after that. No going slow. Jack grasped her hips, loving their curves and feeling undying gratitude for their size and sturdiness. He could hold on for dear life as he drove into her.
And drive into her he did, propelling his cock inside her, plunging in deep and pulling back with
He buried his finger deep, deep inside her channel, making Claire shudder.
“Jack…” Her voice was a breathless whisper, and he could only assume his finger made her forget Shakespeare too.
He buried a second finger inside her, loving the smooth slide, glorying in the spasm that ripped through her inner walls, trapping his fingers for just a second.
“Oh, dear God. That feels good.”
Fuck, she was wet. So wet. So tempting. He rubbed his thumb over her clit, and his name tore from her throat.
Her fist pumped his dick, clasping him tight in its warm grasp, making him see stars.
He slipped his wet fingers from her pussy, and remembering her response to his teasing yesterday, slid his hand backward, between the full globes of her buttocks, and found her hidden hole, caressing it.
She stopped breathing. Her fist stilled around his erection.
Jack dipped his finger inside her, knuckle deep, and Claire yelped.
The sound resonated through him, sending a fresh surge of blood to his cock.
“Jack,” she moaned, his name a desperate plea. “Please, God. Fuck me now.”
For a split second, Jack blanked. The world went black. Claire’s begging did something to him. Made molten lava rise in his balls. Turned him on in ways he never knew a man could be turned on. The woman who had threatened him with legal action, who had refused to get involved with him in case she had to involve a lawyer in their relationship, now begged.
The statuesque and beautiful Miss Jones wanted him to fuck her? Who was he to refuse? How could he refuse when images of spending the rest of his life giving her pleasure danced through his imagination?
Easing his finger from her hole, he dropped to his knees, scrambled for his pants, found his wallet, and thanked God he had the common sense to keep a condom in there at all times.
In a heartbeat, his dick was covered, and he was back on his feet, his mouth pressed to Claire’s, his hand on her ass, urging her closer.
She spread her thighs, wrapped a leg around one of his, opening herself up to his searching cock. Her hand was on his erection, holding it, rubbing it, steering it towards her.
And then he was there. Poised on the brink, his cockhead brushing her pussy lips, his heart pounding in his ears.
Jesus, he wanted this. Wanted it more than he wanted air. Wanted Claire more than he wanted his next breath. He couldn’t believe he’d known her just three days. Couldn’t seem to remember a time he’d not lusted after her.
“Do it,” she insisted, no hint of the shy, inhibited woman he’d undressed moments ago. This was a confident Claire, a lover who knew what she wanted. Demanded it. “Fuck me.”
She tilted her hips towards him, and Jack was lost. He did the only thing he could have done, the only thing he wanted to do. He thrust upwards and drove inside her, thunderstruck by the ecstasy that surged through him as he seated himself balls deep in her hot channel.
Jesus, fuck. Even through the condom, her heat assaulted his senses. She was tight. So fucking tight, her pussy squeezing his cock. Clutching it in a loving grasp that blew his mind and made him want to come there and then.
Claire showed him no mercy, gave him no time to recover. She rocked her hips back, sliding right off his cock, leaving just the tip inside her, then lunged back down, enveloping him once more.
“Not gonna last, beautiful,” he gasped. “Not even gonna make a minute if you keep on like that.”
“Don’t need…stamina, my gorgeous…giant.” Her voice was as breathless as his. “Just need you to fuck me.”
There was no holding back after that. No going slow. Jack grasped her hips, loving their curves and feeling undying gratitude for their size and sturdiness. He could hold on for dear life as he drove into her.
And drive into her he did, propelling his cock inside her, plunging in deep and pulling back with
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