by Bijou Hunter
“Fucking beautiful,” I say unable to take my eyes off of her pulsing pussy.
Kneeling between her legs, I slip a finger inside her and discover tight, hot flesh. It sucks at my finger, wanting more. Journey flinches when I lick playfully at her clit. She’s so aroused and easily takes a second finger.
“I’m going to make you come,” I promise. “I’ll make you come hard, and then I’ll fuck you hard. Do you understand?”
Journey stares at me with frightened eyes, but she also nods immediately. My girl wants to come. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, wanting me to fill her more. Soon, I’ll stretch her open with my cock. For now, I want to taste her again while working on building a new erection.
Her sweet juices drench my face, but I want more. Pressing deeper into her hot flesh, I suck and lick wildly. Her cries of pleasure drown out the world, and I hold my free hand flat on her stomach to steady her flailing body. When I latch onto her tender, over-stimulated clit, Journey goes stiff for a second before her back arches, and she lets out a pained cry.
Drowning in her delicious flavor, I love the sounds she makes when coming down from her orgasm. I lap up as much sweetness as possible before I stand and press my swollen cock head against her opening.
“I’m going to fuck you.”
Shaking and breathing rapidly, Journey nods.
“I’m going to fill your womb with my jizz. You want that.”
Nothing remains of Journey beyond her primal need to fuck. She wants me inside her. She aches to be completely claimed. I know she understands I can’t fuck her softly. Not now, not when we’ve pushed ourselves to such a fever. We need a good raw animal fuck.
The moment she nods, I lift her right leg and rest it against my chest. Her pussy opens wider for me. The flesh is slick with her juices, allowing the head of my cock to disappear easily inside her.
Journey licks her lips and tugs at her nipples. Her expression is like nothing I’ve ever seen before, and my balls throb with excitement. Leaning forward, I watch another inch disappear into her body. Two more inches find her hot and wet. Journey groans in a pained way when I pull my hips back and drive deeper into her.
Her flesh gives away, allowing more of my cock inside. I feel the heat of her pussy against my balls. I stop moving a moment, soaking in the warmth of her pussy on my balls. Her flesh clenches hard around my cock. I let her adjust for nearly a minute. My finger brings to her lips a mixture of her juices and mine. Journey sucks away the flavor and looks ready for more. I immediately want my cock between those lips. I want to watch her take my length and drink down my cum the way I did hers.
Not yet. I need to remember I’m in control. Journey was a virgin until a few minutes ago. I own this pussy. I need to do right by her and the hot flesh clenching at my cock.
Moving slowly, my hips pull back before pressing into her. I want her to adjust to the full feeling. Journey watches me fuck her slowly, stretching her until I feel her pussy clench viselike around my cock.
Smiling, I know she’s ready to be fucked. I move my hips faster, pulling out of her until only my cock head remains before thrusting back in. Journey grunts with the first few before I see her skin break out in goosebumps and her fingers go to her nipples.
I stroke her leg while my hips move faster and drive harder into her body. Watching her reaction, I see what Journey enjoys and find the pace she needs. I know she’s building to an orgasm, and I’m dying to feel her pussy clamp down on my cock when she comes. When I know she’s close, I softly stroke her clit. Her pussy twitches in appreciation.
“Come for me,” I whisper, staring at her pussy full of my cock. “I want to feel you.”
My thumb against her clit moves in pace with my thrusting cock. Her moans increase and her hands grip her tits as if holding on for dear life. She’s so close when I give her clit a gentle pinch.
Journey explodes with heat and her pussy squeezes hungrily around my flesh. She cries out my name and a few cuss words she can’t say these days. I smile at her frenzied moans. I love the way her cheeks flame red and her tongue licks hungrily at her lips.
The sight of her coming makes me want to fill her pussy with jizz. I hold on for a bit longer, fucking her steadily, wanting to give her every bit of pleasure before I let go.
Lowering her leg, I lean between her legs and prop myself over her. My hips thrust faster, driving my cock into her unbearable hot pussy. Unable to bear the heat of her flesh, I finally let go.
Journey watches me with wide, excited eyes when I come inside her. Her hands reach for my face, and a finger caresses my lips. Groaning, I can’t believe how good Journey’s body feels. Never with anyone else has sex been so fucking hot. Now with Journey, I’m left feeling completely satisfied yet desperately craving more.
23 Snake Charmers
Journey
Resting on my back, I stare at the spot of light reflected on the ceiling. My relaxed mind enjoys the quiet. Donovan’s house radiates serenity, feeling a world away from everything.
I close my eyes and smile at the way the flesh clenches between my legs. Little waves of pleasure linger in my gut.
The bed shifts and I think to open my eyes. Instead, I imagine Donovan climbing out of bed and doing what? Unable to picture his destination, I open my eyes just a crack and find him leaning over to kiss me.
“You’re quiet,” he whispers.
“You are too.”
“I feel fucking great.”
Smiling, my lips part against his. The kiss sends heat through my body, making a beeline for the spot between my legs. I’m unsure if I want him inside me again. While my body says yes, I’m a pragmatic woman. If I spread for him again, will I be able to walk without a limp in the morning?
My lips leave his before I roll off the mattress. “I’m not pulling a move to make you chase me. I just don’t like the idea of sharing the bed with someone.”
Donovan sits up, and I notice the sheet slide down enough to reveal a hint of dark hair just above his cock. My gaze instantly locks onto the sight.
“It’s not personal, but I don’t want to stay,” I mumble, unable to look away.
“I don’t want to share a bed either,” he says, reaching for my hand. “I like my space, but I don’t want you to leave.”
“I could sleep on the couch.”
We smile since my suggestion is stupid.
Donovan slides out of bed, revealing the cock I’m entranced by. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“It’s not all about you.”
“It’s fifty percent about me.”
“That number seems high.”
Rolling his eyes, he wraps his powerful arms around me and lowers us back into bed.
“I don’t want to cuddle.”
“Me neither.”
“Then why are you holding me?”
“So you won’t leave. Wait, did you think this was cuddling? No, this is a control tactic.”
“Adorable. Let go.”
“You know what terrifies me?” he whispers into my ear.
“Being ground into cat food?”
“Spooning,” he says, kissing my neck. “I once considered staying at a woman’s house overnight because I had a nasty headache. What was the worst thing that could happen, right? I mean she knew where we stood. I knew it too. Then she wanted me to keep her warm and tried to spoon with me. My headache disappeared underneath a wave of absolute fear. I was out of the house a minute later. Didn’t even put on my shoes before I made a run for it.”
“That’s a mighty heartwarming story. Now let me tell you about the time I humped a guy’s leg at a party.”
Donovan smiles and kisses my forehead. “My point wasn’t to remind you how I wasn’t a virgin. I want you to know I won’t cuddle with you. I won’t want to spoon. I probably won’t talk to you at all.”
“Then why should I stay?”
“Because I like knowing you’re close. I like looking at you and knowing someone so beautifu
l exists in this otherwise boring fucking world.”
Wiggling free, I smile because his words are damn sweet. Not so romantic that they tickle my gag reflex, but enough to let me know I matter to him.
“So I would just sleep on my side, and you would sleep on yours?” I ask.
“Yep. We could even put a pillow in between us.”
“That’s not how people… Couples, I mean, that’s not how they sleep together.”
“You are not people. We do what we want.”
“You don’t. You follow the line.”
“I did. Then I met you, and the line wasn’t enough. Do you think I was following it when I pulled you over to ask for a date? Or when I handcuffed you to keep you here? No, I do what I want these days. Journey Sheerer taught me that.”
“She sounds fantastic. You should listen to her always.”
Donovan nudges open my legs and slides a finger between my slit. “I’ll try, but she’s very sarcastic and lies a lot. Everything she says, I take with a grain of salt.”
“I thought you wanted me to spend the night. Where’s the ass-kissing?” I groan as his finger disappears inside me.
“I don’t want to lie to you. I figured you didn’t want me to fake anything.”
“Well, no, but my ego wouldn’t mind a little coddling.”
“In that case, have I mentioned how beautiful you look when you come during our lovemaking?”
“Lovemaking sounds real romantic,” I murmur while lifting my hips to take more of his fingers. “I still don’t know if I ought to stay the night. I’m a woman with impressive personal space requirements.”
“Oh, really?” he teases, removing his fingers and sucking them clean.
Donovan climbs out of bed and walks from the room. As he goes, I admire how his ass muscles flex. Waiting for him to return, I’m certain the view will be just as spectacular.
I still want to go home where I feel like me. My bed belongs to me. My sisters know how to make me smile. My pets know how to annoy me. Likely, Otto will worry about me. My mother might too. My brain insists I leave while my aroused body only aches to be full of him again.
Returning to the room, Donovan carries a pillow under his arm. I gape at the amazing view of his hard stomach and nether regions.
“A buffer to keep me in my place,” he says, tossing it on the bed before climbing over me. “Are we going to be awkward with each other now?”
“I think that makes the most sense. I have no experience in the after hump procedure.”
“You didn’t have any experience with the actual humping either, yet neither of us complained.”
“I know, but I like my bed.”
“You’ll survive,” he says, tugging down the sheet again so he can explore my body. “I don’t know if I can say the same if you leave.”
“Why are you so needy?”
“Mama didn’t raise me right. Papa didn’t love me. I’ve only loved cold hearted women, and now I’ve found you. Please, don’t do go, baby.”
“Even hating country music, I admit you’re undeniably sexy when you talk like that,” I murmur as he nips at the flesh around my nipple.
“Sexy enough to give me the win and stay over tonight?”
“Okay, but we’re not having breakfast together. That’s just too much romance in a twenty-four-hour period.”
“You say that now,” he says, spreading my legs and sliding his hard dick along my slick opening, “but you’ll find nothing romantic about my morning demeanor. I’m a real bitch when I first get up.”
“Oh, boy, another fabulous reason to stick around.”
Donovan fills me with a deep thrust, essentially pinning me to the bed. “You’re not going anywhere, darling.”
“Don’t make this a challenge, buddy. You won’t like the results.”
Ignoring my threat, Donovan begins to move inside me. Every thrust erases any thoughts of my own bed in my own house. I can only think of the difference of his hand on my clit versus mine. Or how he sucks at my nipples compared to how I tug at them. Mostly I know nothing at my house can compare to the feel of his coming hard inside me, claiming me with every drop of his seed.
24 Snake Charmers
Journey
The next morning, Donovan is true to his word about having a grumpy breakfast routine. I’m not much better when I tell him that my pussy is tired, and I’ll see him later. I nearly run out of the front door, and he does nothing to stop me from racing away.
Once home, I pray for a quick escape to my room. Nothing in my experiences with my family says they won’t expect a detailed description of my first time. The entire group turns to me the moment I step into the house. My sisters open their mouths simultaneously ready to start shit. Christine snaps at them and then points at the impressionable children sitting on the floor.
“If you haven’t enjoyed a visit from Aunt Hag, get out,” Poppy says, hurrying to me. “Do you need to lie down? You look drained of liquid. Did he fuck you dry?”
“You’re gross.”
“I’m not hearing a no,” she says, giving me an exaggerated wink.
Court stands up and corrals the kids toward the back door. “Let’s go outside.”
“Nature is boring,” Felix says, sounding too much like Poppy.
“Fine, let’s go to our house and watch TV.”
While his siblings shuffle out the back, Otto gives me a death stare. He’s no doubt disappointed to learn his idol is a hussy. He might not understand what I was doing all night, but he knows it’s too much like his mother’s behavior. He apparently feels I should know better. No doubt he’ll give me a talking to later. I’ll then remind him of our age differences and how he can save his lecture.
Once the kids are gone, Poppy brings me a Gatorade to help me replenish my liquids. I sit on the couch and prepare for their questions.
“Are you pregnant yet?” Poppy asks.
“Yes.”
Justice leans in closer. “Does he have a bigger man piece than Court?”
“Yes.”
“Did you have a nice time?” Christine helpfully asks as if she wasn’t the one who raised us to be these mouthy monsters.
“Yes.”
“Did you choke on anything?” Poppy asks.
“Yes.”
Justice scoots even closer. “Did you fart during sex?”
“Yes.”
“Did he cry afterward? Did you hold him during the sobs?” Poppy asks.
“Yes and no.”
“You’re a cold wench, aren’t you?”
Grinning, I shrug. “I’m not the cuddly sort. If he needs a hug, he needs to date someone else.”
“Is he done with you now, or did you beg your way into another date?” Poppy asks.
“Yes and yes. I’m pathetic.”
“Are you in pain? Do you need an icepack?”
“Yes and no.”
“How about peroxide?” Justice asks, nearly in my lap at this point. “Or will you walk off the pain?”
“Peroxide couldn’t hurt. Anything else?”
Poppy shoves Justice aside so she can get closer. “When will you bring Donovan here again to allow us to interrogate him in this fashion?”
“Depends on how soon I can get my hands on a roofie. I don’t see him willingly returning.”
“Stuck-up men are the worst,” Justice grunts.
Christine kisses my head. “I’m glad you had fun.”
“Did you make a lot of noise during sex?” Poppy asks, climbing onto the couch. “Did you have many orgasms?”
“Yes and yes.”
“Did he make a lot of noises?”
“No, he was completely silent. It was weird.”
“Should I cut my hair?” Poppy asks, bored of sex talk. “My neck is hot a lot.”
“Yes, but not as short as Justice’s hair. No one can pull off that haircut.”
“Hey,” Justice whines, sitting on the other side of me. Suddenly uninterested in complaining, she
asks, “Do you love Donovan now?”
“I don’t know.”
“I fell in love with Court the moment I first saw him.”
“I know that’s not true. In fact, you repeatedly told me that it’s not true.”
“I know, but I didn’t think you were listening. You had the same look on your face as when Mom is talking.”
Christine narrows her eyes at us. “I often wish I had boys.”
“Yeah, that’d have gone well,” Poppy says and then does her version of Christine’s voice. “Now, boys, get off the roof and please stop peeing in my garden. No? Well, I tried.”
“Just for that, you’re grounded for a week.”
“Okay. Can I spend my free time following you around the house?”
Christine takes the threat as intended and walks away. Poppy smiles at our fleeing mother and then back at me.
“I’m proud of you for having sex. I thought you’d die an old maid.”
“I want kids.”
“Two words,” she says, patting my hand. “Turkey baster.”
“I still might need to go that route.”
“Move over,” Justice orders while tugging me to the middle of the couch.
My sisters each take a shoulder and cuddle next to me.
“We missed you last night,” Poppy whispers.
A nodding Justice adds, “We worried about you.”
“I missed you too.”
“Were you worried about us?”
“Court and Mom were here. If something happened, I figured they’d save you.”
“Who would save them without you here?”
“Good point. I’ll never leave again.”
They smile at me, and I feel a little more like myself. With Donovan, I’m constantly afraid to let my guard down and then always worried I’ll never let my guard down. I want to keep him, but I don’t know if I’m willing to do what I need to do to keep him. I’m a fricking mess.
At home with these two obnoxious twits, I return to being Journey Sheerer. Life isn’t complicated. Neither am I. As the family’s rock, I know my place. If only I could be so confident with a man so closed off from the world that I doubt he knows himself.
