by C. M. Steele
I pull away from her breasts, and she cries out, “Jackson, please don’t stop.”
“I’m not, but I need us completely naked. I have to feel every inch of you before I give you every inch of me.” I grab at the waistband of her yoga pants, dragging them down her smooth thighs. Fuck, she’s so tiny, I feel like I’m going to break her. She manages to slip her bra off, tossing it on the floor beside the bed. My cock presses so hard against my zipper that I’m struggling to get the fucker down. After a quick adjustment, I get my pants and boxer-briefs off, tugging my socks off with them. Standing in front of her completely naked, I rub my shaft up to the tip, stroking it with the beads of cum as lube. She watches, lips parted, fucking up my head as I envision slipping the head past her sweet, pink lips only to feel her tongue on me.
A growl comes from my chest, and I can’t wait any longer, I unceremoniously pull her legs to the edge of the bed then drop to my knees and press my face into her sweet little pussy. From the first lap of my tongue on her wet slit, I’m hooked. She’s like a sugary watermelon, and I need to quench my sudden thirst with every taste.
Her hips rise, pumping into my face while her arms stretch out and her hands clench the edge of the bed. I brush my thumb around her pussy lips before pressing it against her puffy clit. She bucks her hips and thrusts her hands into my hair and comes on my face. I pump two fingers in her fucking tight cunt, stretching it as best as I can as she continues to come for me. I feel her little gift to me that I suspected would be there. Rising to my feet, I move her to the middle of the bed and position myself between her legs with my aching cock resting on her mound.
“Kiss me, Penny. I want you to taste how fucking sweet you are.” I crush my mouth to hers for a rough deep kiss, then I graze my lips down her neck, tasting her lightly damp skin. Even her sweat is fucking hot. I suck on her perfect, plentiful tits until she starts grinding her hips on me again. Stroking my cock between us, I lean back and line up with her entrance, then dropping back down onto my elbows, I thrust into her depths tearing her innocence and catching her scream in a kiss.
“I’m sorry that I had to hurt you, but I’ll never do it again.”
“It’s okay, it doesn’t hurt anymore.” I test her by moving in and out while watching her expression. As she relaxes, I reach down between us and rub her clit.
“You’re mine, Penny. Fuck, I’m so damn close to coming, knowing that I’m your one and only.” I roll my hips, grinding into her pussy. She bites her bottom lip while her nails dig into my biceps. “I’m doing all I can, but I have to come, sugar.” I thrust once more, bellowing her name, “Penny,” then coming deep in her womb, marking her pussy and leaving my baby in there. I bend down and kiss her face all over, lingering on her lips.
My cock hasn’t gone down, but as I try to pull out Penny clenches around my cock. “Sugar, if you don’t let go, I’m going to fuck you again, this time harder and fast until we’re both coming.”
“Please, Jackson, fuck me again.” I thrust into her, and we go at it until she’s crying my name, and I’m almost blacking out from my orgasm.
****
Three hours later we wake up from a sex coma, and I sit up on the edge of the bed.
She covers herself up as if she’s embarrassed that I can see her body. Like we didn’t just make love two times. “Stop it,” she complains.
“Stop what?”
“Stop looking at me.”
“Not going to happen. I like the way you look. I’m sure you could tell.” She gives me a sweet blush. “Well, baby, I think that you’re perfect even though I planned to fatten you up, particularly around the middle.” I rub her belly.
“What? You don’t mean what I think you mean?”
“Well, unless you’re on birth control, I’m pretty sure what we just did was very unprotected.” Her eyes widen like the idea just hit her. “Damn, the sight of you round as fuck, letting everyone know that you’re mine. I want you right now.”
She turns her head to hide her face, but I didn’t miss the instant lust at the idea of taking me deep. I grab hold of her chin and make her look at me. “You are mine. That’s not something I want you to ever forget. And if you want to ride me, I’m all for it. Don’t ever be shy about wanting my cock. It’s all for you.”
“Jackson,” she protests.
“Don’t be embarrassed.”
“I can’t help it. I’m not used to this.”
“Well, you better get used to it. I can’t believe that you saved yourself all this time. Fuck, I’m grateful that you gave it to me, Pen.” The man in me is doing fist pumps in my head.
“I didn’t mean to,” she stammers, instantly cooling my happiness.
I cup her chin and look deeply into her eyes. “Baby, don’t tell me that you didn’t mean for this to happen. I can’t handle that shit. I thought our misunderstanding was over and put to rest.” This was meant to be for sure.
“No, I mean that I didn’t mean to keep it forever. It’s just well…I don’t trust people.”
“And you trust me.” Fuck, I feel a relief come over me, my body relaxes just a bit knowing that I’ve made her feel she can count on me.
“You knew the truth for over a week now. Instead of making fun of me, you wanted me.”
“Fuck, I want to crush every single person who ever hurt you. I swear to God if there’s an ex that needs his head busted in, I’ll take care of it.”
“I’m okay, but as you say, you’re mine. And right now, I feel like another ride.” She climbs on top of me, pushing back onto the bed, and I help her slide down my cock and start all over again. Damn, I’m a lucky bastard.
Chapter 18
Penny
We have been inseparable for two whole days until this morning that is, but it’s for a good reason. He has work to get back to, and I have to get my shit together to move in with him. He demanded that I move in with him, so he could protect me from Coleman. He refused to spend a day without me, and well, neither could I. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I whisper, packing up my bedroom with my mom. “I can’t believe daddy isn’t trying to stop me.”
“That’s because he knows two things…You are in love with each other, and if anyone can take care of you, it’s Jackson.”
“You think he loves me? He hasn’t said it,” I tell her.
“Honey, a man doesn’t uproot his life, his business, and move you into his home because he wants to get his rocks off. He can do that without even trying, right?” I blush but don’t answer because she’s right. Jackson didn’t have to promise me a future, and I would let him take me over and over again. “See. It’s not that simple, is it? He wants it all, but he gave you the space we thought you needed.”
“He didn’t ask me if I needed the space.”
“Honey, you ran away from him. He wanted to bust down your door and hold you, but he knew that you had more going on. He did the right thing. In those days, he gave you time to miss him. You did, didn’t you?”
“Yes, and so you saw what life could be without him.”
“I don’t want to live without him.” It’s funny because I’ve been pushing him away, afraid of getting hurt, when the whole time it hurt me to have that distance. Now more than ever I’m afraid of losing him.
“Then you see what we see. I married your father, feeling the same insecurity from the quickness and newness of the relationship, but I knew in my heart that I was just waiting for the other shoe to fall. After all these years, I love him more than I ever thought possible.”
“Thank you, my love.”
“Daddy,” I gasp, hoping he didn’t hear all of that.
“Your own nutcase is downstairs with his crew to get your things. Remember, if anything ever happens you can come back. I don’t care when or why. We love you, and I’ll kill him if he hurts you.” He smiles twistedly, then kisses my forehead.
“Penny,” Jackson whispers from the door.
“Ah, there he is. I knew it wouldn’t tak
e long,” my dad exclaims.
“Well, my guys aren’t allowed in here, so Boomer and I will move the things down to them.” My dad nods like this is some sort of normal thing not to let the movers take things from the room.
“Cavemen, I tell ya,” I mutter.
“Damn right, I don’t want anyone in your private space.”
I roll my eyes which has Jackson scowling at me. It would be faster if each of their guys came up and grabbed a box or two, but they are being pigheaded about it. “It’s not that much stuff. I mean I have one bedroom, and I’m guessing we’re not taking the furniture, right?”
“Not unless you want to pass it down to one of our daughters eventually.”
“Okay, we’ll leave it.”
“It’s really bare in here. Mr. and Mrs. Banks, can I have a word with Penny alone?”
“Sure. No funny stuff,” my dad reminds Jackson.
“Understood.”
As soon as my parents close the door behind them, Jackson has his arms wrapped around me and his lips on mine. “I’ve missed you,” he says as he pulls back.
“I did too,” I pant, kissing him again. “Will it always be like this? We’ve only been apart for five hours,” I ask, pressing my head against his chest.
He loosens his hold slightly, then with his thumb, he nudges my chin up to look at him. “I hope so. I hope there never comes a day where we won’t miss each other like this.” His mouth comes down on mine, sucking my bottom lip and then slipping his tongue inside. I moan while he growls then he hurriedly pulls back. Sounding winded, he asks, “Are you ready?”
“Yes. I’m going to miss my room, but at my age, it’s about time I let go of my childhood room.”
He pulls me in close again as we kiss once more, whispering between breaths, “Well, good because we need to start on filling our own home with children.”
“Mm. That sounds so good,” I purr, rubbing my mound on his thigh and running my hands through his hair.
He chokes out, “I promise I’m going to fuck my kid into you as soon as we get home, okay. But you need to quit it. I’m sure that I’m already pushing your father to the ends of his patience.”
“Fine. Let me finish this box, and I’ll be all done. This is the last of it.”
“Good,” he growls, stealing one more kiss before stepping outside the door and nods.
Boomer comes in the room. “Hey, Penny,” he mutters. “What do you want to take first?”
“Where are the heavy boxes, sugar?” Jackson asks.
“Next to the door. All the rest are my clothes.”
“This is it? We’ll be done in fifteen minutes tops.” He and Jackson take the boxes outside of the room and down the stairs. I hear them coming right back as I start sealing this last box of shoes. I lift it up to bring to them, and I catch a snarl from Boomer who sees me first. “No, you don’t touch.”
“Penny, why don’t you go hang with your mom for a little bit longer?”
“Good idea, since you all won’t let me help.”
“That’s why I brought all the muscle.” Jackson steals one more kiss before tapping my ass. I skip down the steps to see Blade and several other of the prospects.
“You do the most for the crew,” I say.
“I do a lot because I’m not a nine-to-fiver like these guys. I’m a bladesmith, and they won’t see me for a week at a time when I’m in the mass production stage of my knives.”
“Yeah, like he’s not going to be around all next week,” Boomer says, coming down the stairs with a box.
“Well, thank you either way,” I reply to them and walk toward the kitchen. I open it and close it really quick. Damn, they couldn’t even wait for me to leave before they got it on. I didn’t need to see that.
“What’s wrong, Penny?” Jackson asks, with a box in his hand at the bottom of the steps. I approach as he hands it off to one of the prospects.
“My parents are busy celebrating my departure,” I tease. He looks over me at the door and starts smiling.
“That’s going to be us one day. We’re going to be booting our kids out the door so I can do you wherever I please.”
“Um…sounds nice, but we’re already kicking them out before they’re even in.”
“I like to plan as you know.” We finish up and leave the house. I leave my keys on the front key tray and lock the door behind me. Once we’re on the road, I send a text to my parents that we’ll do dinner later in the week.
Chapter 19
Jackson
I’m doing my best to hold back the laugh. Her parents called back wondering why they didn’t say goodbye, but they sounded so damn guilty. I want to be that in love and horny after thirty years. Penny is making faces all the way home, and I wonder how much she saw.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, rubbing my fingers over her palm.
“I can’t wait to get home. I want to take a shower,” she hums out.
“Sounds good to me,” I growl, showering with her works wonders for me.
“How was work?”
“Good, I told my assistant what is going on. She’s fine because her husband wants her to quit. She’s starting to show, and he doesn’t like her working hard.”
“That’s nice.”
“What, Penny? Do you want me to tell you not to work at the bakery when you’re pregnant?”
“No, it’s not that. I mean, I wouldn’t put it past you, but it’s my baby. I can’t wait for it to open, so I’m not looking forward to taking time off immediately. I need at least two employees I think before I can take any days off.”
“Well, let me know. I’m sure there’s someone in town looking for a job that the guys would know about.”
“Okay, they would know a little more than I would about possible hires. I guess I should get on it soon. I want to open the bakery before Halloween. Now that you moved mountains to get most of it done asap.”
“Ooh, spooky, fall treats. Are you one of the people that love pumpkin spice?”
“Guilty. I have several treats that I have been working on. That according to my sister-in-law will kill in the shop.”
“I’ll gladly be a taste tester. I like sweets.”
“You need to be working and not sampling all the goodies. When is your office going to be done?” I picked a spot two buildings down the street from her shop that was already built for office space.
“They are finishing the paint today. The furniture move is in two days, so then I can start working there next Monday.”
“Good, I’m hoping I can do the grand opening that following Wednesday.”
“Perfect,” I say, raising her hand to my lips. We pull into my home, and I help the guys in with her things while she goes upstairs to tell them where to put everything.
“Hey, remember we’re having a big feast at the clubhouse tomorrow night,” my brother tells me as he’s about to split.
“Oh, do you need some desserts?” Penny asks from the closet door where she’s already unpacking. Fuck, she’s so sexy when she’s happy.
“We’re not going to turn them down,” Boomer says, waving us off before he cuts out. I can secure the house from here. So as soon as they step out to their trucks, I lock up the front door. I turn to my woman who is standing there looking at me like a little doe.
“Now, what did you want, sugar?”
“I need a shower.”
“Not right now,” I growl, stalking closer to my beautiful woman. She looks like a wild animal trapped, and I laugh when she has nowhere to go. I slide the box off the chaise, letting it fall to the floor. “You’ve backed yourself into a corner, my pretty Penny. Then again, I’m thinking that was your goal.” She’s panting, her eyes giving away her secrets. “Come here.” She shakes her head as if she wants to challenge me. I can see her hard nipples through her tee shirt and useless bra.
“I’m dirty.”
“That you are. Now Ms. Banks get your pretty ass over here. I want you here and now becau
se I want to filthy you up before we shower together.” She grabs the back of the chaise, staring at me with a longing that makes the animal in me insane. I step around to her, taking a seat on the cushy piece, then I pull her into my arms with my hands on her ass, and lifting her up onto my lap. She straddles me, and I know my woman is full of shit. Her pussy is soaking through her clothes. My woman is so horny she’s ready for me. I stand her in front of me, then peel her shorts and panties right off her. I reach for my zipper on my jeans, but Penny does it for me. I groan when she slowly strokes me through my jeans. The feel of her tiny, slender hands over my cock is pulling me to the edge. I’ve been ready to ride her all damn day. I push down my jeans to my knees, wasting no time to take them all the way off. With her hands on my shoulders, she straddles and slides down my thick cock. Her wet heat covers my length in pleasurable torment. She’s so tight, I nearly come.
“Damn, Jackson,” she moans. Her hands slide into my hair, tugging on it, tilting my head, and taking my mouth. We take our time, riding tenderly, easing her pussy to my size. I grab the hem of her top, lifting it off over her hair and onto the floor somewhere. I don’t give a fuck because I need her tits. I tug down her bra and slip my tongue over her breast, sucking on her flesh before taking her nipple in my mouth, causing her to cry out.
“Fuck, yeah,” I grunt out, licking around her pink berry before moving over to other. Her back arches as I suck harder, moving back and forth between her sexy globes. I grab her hips and pick up the pace. “That’s it, baby. I want you to come for me. I want to feel your sticky cum on my cock before I give you my seed. You want that don’t you? You want me to give you every drop of me. Tell me how bad you want to come and how much you need me deep inside of you.”
