Jenna stilled. Watched him watch her. Saw his eyes glitter and the way his tongue came out to moisten his lips.
Her breath hitched in her throat, making her voice weak. “Touch me.”
His eyes flickered to hers. For just a second, before he let go of her ankles. She let her thighs fall to the sides, spreading her legs wide for him.
Rico reached out. Trailed a long finger along her slit from front to back. Swirled it around the entrance to her pussy, dragging it through the liquid there, before lifting his hand to his mouth. Tasting her. Jenna watched him, her breath coming in short bursts. She was almost unbearably aroused, her body tense with anticipation, and her pussy clenching and unclenching. Surely—surely!—this time she’d have him.
His hand dropped back between her legs, and this time he slid a finger up inside her. Just one, but the penetration felt so good Jenna arched up off the bed with a gasp. “Oh... Oh, damn. More. Please...”
Another finger joined the first, slipping in and out, slick with moisture. Twisting and scissoring, stretching her. Making her ready for his dick.
“More! Oh, damn, Rico... more!”
A third finger; all three of them driven hard inside her. For a second, the rush was so intense it was almost an orgasm, and Jenna bucked, arching up to meet his hand, moaning.
He laughed. “Maybe I should just make you come like this.” To show that he could, he used his other hand to spread her lips apart, to flick her clit. Made her body bow up and her pussy clench around his fingers.
“No. Please.” She sucked in another lungful of air. “I need your dick.”
“No, you don’t.” He touched her clit again. Circled it with his finger before pinching it gently. Leaning down to touch it with the tip of his tongue.
Jenna caught her breath on a sob, her body thrumming. It was so good. He was so good. And he was right: he could easily make her come this way. Pathetically easily. She was so hot that after just a few more seconds of this, just another lick or two of his tongue, she’d be off into orbit. But she wanted his dick inside her when she came. Wanted to clench around that thick shaft.
And if she let him finger-fuck and lick her to orgasm, she might not get to do it.
“Please.” She tossed her head back and forth, fighting her release with everything in her body. “I want you inside me, Rico. I need you. Please.”
He hesitated. Then stopped. Grabbed her thighs and hauled her closer to the edge of the bed. Lifted her. Suspended, with her head and shoulders still on the bed and her ass in the cradle of his hands, Jenna could feel the tip of his dick probing the entrance to her pussy.
Finally!
He gathered himself. Pushed into her. Oh, so slowly. An inch, maybe two. Jenna groaned. “More...”
He pushed again. Another inch. She felt the pressure of his erection, the burning of her flesh as her pussy stretched to accommodate him.
“More!”
He forced his dick another inch further in. His arms were trembling. Not from holding her up, she knew; he was built like a wrestler, and could easily carry her weight. No, this was from the strain. From holding back. Keeping himself from surging forward and burying his dick to the hilt inside her.
What the hell was wrong with him?
She managed to articulate his name. “Rico.”
“What?” His voice was breathless. Strained.
“I want all of you.”
“You can have all of me. Just as soon as I... oh, man... you’re just so fucking tight!”
“You’re just so fucking big. Listen to me. Listen!”
“What?” But he stopped the maddeningly slow penetration.
Jenna articulated carefully. “I want all of you. Right now.”
He blinked at her. Like he didn’t quite understand what she was saying. So she gave it to him straight.
“Make me scream, Rico. Take me hard and make me scream. Now.”
“Jillian...”
“I’m not Jillian! Haven’t you figured that out yet?”
She saw his jaw set. Felt the muscles in his hips gather. Forced herself to relax. He was big enough that if her body tried to keep him out, he’d hurt her.
And then he plunged. Hard. Slamming into her and yanking her hips up to meet him at the same time. Ramming his dick deep into her pussy.
Jenna’s voice ripped from her throat in a primal scream. She could feel his balls slap against her ass, and experienced a moment of burning pain before her body adjusted.
And then everything narrowed to the feeling of having him inside her. The gloriously thick length of him, stretching the walls of her pussy. Touching all of her at once.
There were beads of sweat on his forehead, and his legs were trembling. Jenna smiled up into his eyes, her own gaze burning with heat. “Fuck me, Rico.”
He pulled back a little. Impaled her again. Pulled back. Thrust. A little further back each time, to where, pretty soon, only the silky tip of him was left inside her when he withdrew, and he could sink his entire throbbing length into her quivering passage with each hard thrust.
It was delicious. He was delicious. Jenna moaned her pleasure; lamenting the loss of his thick shaft each time he pulled out, and gasping her appreciation each time he came back to fill her again.
“Yes! Oh, yes! Fuck me, Rico. Harder... Oh...!”
She threw her head back and arched her body as the orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clenched around him, gripping tightly, before dissolving into spasms, rhythmic ripples caressing the thick length of him, milking him, compelling him to shoot his seed deep into her.
He kept thrusting through it all, his erection massaging the walls of her pussy, stimulating her clit, to make the orgasm last forever. And then he climaxed too. She felt his body tense, felt him brace himself for one more hard penetration, and then he groaned as he buried his cock deep inside her and let himself go.
He collapsed on top of her, his heavy body pushing hers into the mattress, making it hard to breathe.
Or maybe that wasn’t just the weight, Jenna thought fuzzily. Maybe it was the result of having had the single most satisfying fuck of her life.
How could any other man ever compare? And when could she have him again?
And how in the world was she going to deal with the fact that he belonged to Jillian and Jillian wasn’t good with sharing?
He lifted his head to look at her, his dark eyes already sleepy. “You OK?”
“Great. You?”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
She smiled. “No, you didn’t hurt me. Or only in a good way.”
“Sorry.” He put his head down again. Rolled off her and onto his back. Jenna felt the loss of his dick as he pulled out, the empty hole in her middle that she now knew could only be filled by him.
“Don’t tell me you’re sorry. You can hurt me again the same way anytime you want.”
He smiled, but didn’t answer, his eyes drifting shut.
“Here,” Jenna said, getting up from the bed and tugging the covers down. His seed ran down her legs, but she didn’t care. Couldn’t bring herself to wipe away the small part of him. “Crawl in. You must be exhausted. It’s been a hard day for you.”
He glanced into her eyes as he moved past, but he didn’t speak. She pulled the covers up around him and watched him for a second, before tugging the rest of the dress down from her waist to cover her hips and ass. She was still wearing her shoes, so the only thing missing was her thong. And that was somewhere in the living room.
Rico was already almost asleep, his eyelids fluttering. Jenna reached out to caress his dick one last time, giving it a squeeze through the comforter. His lips curved at the touch, but he didn’t open his eyes. She left him there, and went into the living room, amazed at how sore she was.
Finding the black scrap of lace didn’t take more than a minute—it had landed on the sofa, where it was practically invisible against the black leather—and she paused with it in her hand, debating whether to slip it o
n under her dress or take it back into the bedroom and leave it for Rico. As a reminder of tonight.
Not that he was likely to forget, she thought. He might have rocked her world, but she was fairly certain she’d managed to rock his as well. He’d remember her tomorrow.
And then another use for the thong occurred to her, and she smiled, sticking her hand between the cushions of the sofa, right where Rico had been sitting earlier. She shoved the small piece of lace down there. Hid it away, until someone—like perfect Jillian—got it into her head to vacuum the sofa. That was something perfect Jillian would do. She probably did it regularly. Next time, she’d find the thong. And realize it didn’t belong to her. And then she’d ask Rico how and when it had gotten there. And hopefully, the shit would hit the fan. Because Jillian really wasn’t good about sharing.
Jenna was humming as she let herself out the door. She’d give Jillian three weeks, tops, before that thong was in her hand. And she’d give Rico three days before he was back in Jenna’s bed. Or she was back in his. Or before he was taking her against the wall in a janitorial closet at Metro General Hospital. Because Jillian or no Jillian, the man had needs, and Jenna was the perfect woman to meet them.
She’d promised Jillian she’d stop by the hospital again tomorrow. Maybe she’d make it an early visit. Before work. To see if maybe Rico needed another ride.
She put a little swing in her hips as she walked out the front door and headed for the Mini Cooper.
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