“You fucking feel so good.” Jeremiah moans as he squeezes my breast hard.
I cry, “Baby please fuck me. Fuck me hard.” I ache but in a good way.
He lifts my legs over his shoulders his hands just below the curve on my butt and he fucks me like I asked him to. It hurts so I moan louder. The harder he fucked me the louder I moaned.
He kisses my ankles, “Sweetheart you don’t know what you do to me. I can’t get enough of you.” He whimpers, “I fucking love you. Oh my god. Ah. Yes sweetheart. Let me hear you. Ah. Jacquelyn. Yes.”
He rubs my clit with his thumb and I explode on his cock. “Yes sweetheart. Let me feel you throb on my fucking dick.” He moans louder, “That’s it Jacquelyn. Yes. Oh yes. I’m about come. Ah. Yes.”
While I’m muscles still continue to spasm up, he press his cock deep inside me, so deep inside I could feel him in my stomach and he releases himself.
He bends over with my legs still up over his shoulders and kisses me on my forehead, “I love you Jacquelyn.”
I rub my fingers over his luscious lips, “I love you too.”
As he slowly pulls out, I still feel spasms on my clit and core.
We lay in bed with me in his arms. I caress his chest and I hear his stomach growling, so I do what any loving girlfriend does and cook him up something to eat in the kitchen. I slip into my pajamas and head to the kitchen. After he dresses into his sweat pants and t-shirt, he lets Mufasa and Mulan out without me asking him. Like he knows what I needed done without me saying a word. I prepare all the ingredients for a stir fry.
He watches me carefully on the bar, “I like watching you cook.”
“Do you ever cook?” I add all the chopped vegetables in a wok.
“I barely have time to cook.”
“So do you always eat out?”
“Sometimes, but my maid usually cooks for me before she leaves her shift in the evening.”
I stop and narrow my eyes at him, “Maid?’
“Yes maid?” He walks around the bar and joins me by the stove leaning against the cabinet with his arms crossed.
“And how old is this maid?” I joke.
He comes behind me wrapping his arms around my shoulders, “She’s old enough to be my mother. Why are we jealous?”
“Should I be?”
He turns me around, tilts my head up, and kisses my lips. “You never have to worry about me cheating on you.”
I kiss the tip of his nose and continue cooking. “Where are your plates?”
I nod towards the fridge and I also told him where the silverwares were. He grabs two plates from the cabinet and two forks from the drawer setting them on the bar. He pulls out two cans of soda from the fridge.
I turn off the stove and start serving, “I’ve been meaning to ask you how do you know Matt. Because I already know how you know Victoria, but what about Matt?”
“Matt?”
“Yes. You were at his crawfish boil. I doubt Victoria invited you because she would cross me like that.”
“He’s my financial advisor.”
“Really?”
“Yes. Why do you seem surprised?”
“I just figured you would have chosen someone with a little more experience like with a well-known bank or something.”
He remains quite. Did I say something wrong? “Well how do you know Rick?”
“Rick?”
“You were talking to him at Matt’s party, and my friend Cynthia knew who you were when I asked her who you were?”
“You asked about me?”
“Don’t change the subject.”
“I’m just amazed you asked about me. I didn’t think you even noticed me especially since you were so cold with me back at my hotel.”
“Oh believe me, I noticed you. And you made me very feverish.”
“Am I making you hot now?” He brushes his cock on my ass.
“Stop that. You’re hungry and I’m starving. If you continue we will never get to eat.”
“It’s ok.”
“No it’s not. I need something in my system to give me some energy. You took everything from me.”
After we ate dinner, we cuddled on the sectional. He watched a movie as I read on my Nook. Every now and then, he would glance down at me, kiss the top of my head, and then continue watching the movie.
I must have fallen asleep on the couch because I am being carried to my room. Jeremiah gently puts me on the bed trying not to wake me up. He lays by me, wraps his arm around me, and as I push my ass back I feel how hard he is. I playfully keep bumping my ass on him acting as if it’s by accident. Accident or not he was hard and he was going to have his way with me. Which I didn’t mind. I love the fact I can turn him on even with the faintest touch. As we’re spooning, he slips his hands inside my panties. After touching my pussy, he rubs his fingers together noticing I was already wet. He inserts two fingers in and I push my ass against his dick. I reach behind me and place my hand inside his boxers. I stroke his dick occasionally rubbing my thumb over the tip so I can feel his pre-cum. He removes everything I have on while I’m still on my side. He undresses kicking his clothes on the floor. My back is against his chest, and he nibbles on my neck with soft gentle bites. I hold him and guide him inside me. Even though I’m so wet, he still had to kind of push himself inside since he’s so huge. I turn my head reaching for his face. He sticks his tongue in my mouth and my lips vibrate in his mouth.
Moaning, “Yes baby. Ah. Yes.” His dick is hurting me but I keep begging for more.” Oh. Yes. Ah. Baby Yes.”
He gets on top of me with my stomach on the bed. He pounds his cock deep in me. “Oh sweetheart. You feel so good.” He clenches his teeth. “Ah Jacquelyn.”
He pulls me up so my knees are pressed on the bed. Pressing on the small of my back, he slowly glides in and out in and out. With every in, I moan because it hurts me in the most sexy way. Jeremiah grabs me by my waist dipping his fingers inside me as he fucks me hard. It hurts but I don’t want him to stop. It feels too good to stop. I press my ass hard against him every time he pushes his big hard dick inside.
I beg, “Harder baby. Ah. Please harder.” I’m clenching my sheets. So tight I’m losing sensation in my hands. “Jeremiah you feel so fucking good. Ah. Yes. Please fuck me harder.”
He does and I’m gripping on my sheets for dear life. Jeremiah reaches down and rubs my pulsating clit.
I come on him and beg him, “Please pull my hair. Ah. Please.”
He pauses and I cry, “No baby. Don’t stop. Please fuck me harder and pull my hair.”
Jeremiah fucks me harder to the point he falls over me. He continues to drive his dick deep within my core and as he’s pulling my hair, I beg him to pull harder. He does, and he blasts his come in me. My hair still wrapped around his hand and he continues to stroke pumping everything he has.
Chapter 10
I woke up refresh and renew. Waking up next to Jeremiah is a wonderful feeling. Something I haven’t experienced in years. We had our morning sex on my bed, then in the shower, and on the bed again. It’s like in our DNA, to fuck each other as much as we can. I cooked breakfast and after we tended to our animals, we got dresses and headed to Cynthia and Ricks house. Matt and Victoria were meeting us there with Patrick and Jordan. I really miss my babies. When they sleep over at Cynthia’s and Victoria’s once a month, I miss them like crazy.
I thought it would have been awkward bringing Jeremiah along, but everyone seemed like it was the norm. When we arrived, Jocelyn ran to give Jeremiah a hug first. I was jealously surprised. I figured she would have greeted me first. Then Jordan walked up to Jeremiah doing some hand shake. They both acted as if they’ve been doing this hand shake for years. After my kids greeted Jeremiah, then he ran up to me and gave me my well-deserved hug. Jeremiah gives me the I have conquered look.
I guess I didn’t get the memo because Rick and Matt were by the barbeque pit barbequing meet and drinking their beers. They invited Jeremiah to join them
. He pulls a bottle of beer from the ice chest like they’ve been friends all these years and this is what they do on a weekly basis. It tickles me inside. Jordan joins the men as they talk about their fishing endeavor while me and the gals talk about girl stuff.
“I already told Cynthia and I’m letting you know. We’re leaving for Florida this coming Thursday, so we’ll have to do out lunch date either Tuesday or Wednesday.”
“I have court all day Tuesday.” Cynthia replies.
“We’ll I have a scheduled C-section Wednesday.”
“Can we do tomorrow then?” I really want to catch up with my best friends before I leave town for two weeks.
“Monday is doable for me.” Victoria glances over at Cynthia.
“Me too.”
“Ok so Monday it is.”
“Plus we’re dying to know the details.” Cynthia giggles.
Victoria winks at me, “Yes me too.”
All the kids go inside while all the adults talk. The guys would bring up news about businesses in Houston which I don’t care too much about. I try to isolate myself from all the hoopla going on in Houston. I can barely keep up with all the news and gossip going on in Baytown, how much more Houston. Cynthia, Victoria, and I pull ourselves away from the men.
“So does Jeremiah know you guys will be gone for two weeks?” Cynthia takes a sip of her beer.
“Yes. And he volunteered to come along?”
“Really? That’s great.” Victoria clapping her hands together like a little kid.
“I’m proud of you Jac. You found you a keeper.”
“Yes I’m proud of you also. And he’s so great with the kids. Matt told me what Jordan kept talking about during their fishing trip. How nice and cool Jeremiah was. I’m really happy for you guys.”
I glance over at Jeremiah and he looks so happy and content. He smiles at me and his dimples look so sexy. I don’t know what Matt and Rick told Jeremiah but they somehow talked their way to getting Houston Texans tickets when the season starts. Really?
Matt and Rick make the meanest barbeque in town. They’ve created their own marinating sauce and I’m surprised they haven’t finagled Jeremiah into sponsoring them to sell the recipe. When the food was ready, I try to serve my kids and Jeremiah helps me. We all sit together talking about our plans for the summer time for the kids. I take a bite into the steak and the meat is so tender and juicy. Nothing like southern cooking.
“Man the sauce on this is incredible.” Jeremiah is enjoying the steaks. That’s all he need to say. With those seven words, Matt and Rick started their own commercial as if they’ve memorized the pitch to sell the sauce ages ago. Cynthia, Victoria, and I just laughed. It was too funny. Poor Jeremiah has to deal with this long ass speech about how to make your meat tender.
“So Jordan, what did you guys do with the fish you caught?”
Jordan takes bite of his baked potato. “Uncle Matt and Uncle Rick fileted it and they told me to remind them to give you some.”
“Ohh, I bet it taste good.”
“I know.” His eyes open wide. “When you cook it, can Jeremiah taste it also?”
“Of course. I’ll cook it for dinner tomorrow ok? And since you caught it, you can help me cook it alright?”
“Ok.”
We talked for another hour or so then we headed back home. My babies still need to take their baths, and start unwinding down before bed. Jordan and Jocelyn really enjoys Jeremiah’s car. They can keep themselves entertained and feel safe about it. I don’t think there’s anything that can hurt this car. I wonder if he’ll ever let me drive this big thing. I love things big. At the stop lights, men are at awe as they admire his car but the women stare admiring him. It doesn’t bother me as much as it should. They want something they can’t have because it’s mine. All of mine. Now I know why guys get off at this. It’s like a game of whose Jones is bigger.
Jocelyn fell asleep on the way home and Jeremiah carries her inside the house. Jordan takes a quick shower as I try to wake Jocelyn up. It’s only six o’clock and it’s too early for her to be asleep already.
“Baby wake up. You need to go take a shower. Jocelyn. Baby.” She won’t budge.
Oh well. I guess she isn’t going to wake up anytime soon. Jeremiah carries her in her room, and then I cover her with the comforter and give her a goodnight kiss. When Jordan was done, he joined Jeremiah and me on the couch.
“Mom are we still going to Disney World this summer?”
I didn’t want the kids to know just yet but I guess I have to spill the beans, “Yes baby.”
“When are we going?”
I look at Jeremiah hoping he made plans like he promised, “We’re leaving Thursday after you and your sister get out of school.”
“Can Jeremiah come with us?”
“Yes. Is that ok?”
“Of course. That will be cool. Now we can ride all the rides.”
“What do you mean?”
“Last time we went most of the rides were in pairs, it was uneven, so we couldn’t ride all the rides.”
Jordan does have a point. Now that Jeremiah comes along, we can take ride everything without me worry whose going to ride with who. “That’s right baby.”
I can see a smirk on Jeremiah’s face. He likes the fact the kids like him being around. And so do I. If my kids didn’t like him as much as they do, I wouldn’t even waste our time. I watch my reality show while Jordan and Jeremiah play cards on the bar. By eight thirty pm I follow Jordan in his room and tuck him in.
Jeremiah holds my in his arms as we sleep. I feel so safe with his presence. When my alarm buzzed, he kissed me tenderly with morning breath and all caresses my arm, “Sweetheart, it’s time to get up.”
I mummy walk into my kids room trying to wake them up. It’s always so hard waking Jordan up. He isn’t a morning person just like me. Jocelyn jumps up and starts to brush her teeth while I’m still shaking Jordan to get his butt up.
While the kids are getting ready, I brace my face with make-up and I slip into a white cashmere and silk halter top dress and finished the look with black and white stitched platform heels. Jeremiah is in the kitchen making me and him a cup of coffee.
When I walk out of my bedroom, he freezes, “Wow.”
“Why thank you babe.” I’m blushing.
“We’ll go in my car.”
“What?”
“I’ll drop you off to your car.”
“Car? How do you know about my car?”
“We’ll drop off the kids, I’ll drop you off to your car, you can stop by your office, go have lunch with your friends, and when you’re done, I’ll pick you up at your parking garage.”
“How do you know about my parking garage?” I’ve always thought I’ve been really careful at switching cars. But somehow he knows I change cars and he knows the garage I use.
“Are you and the kids ready?”
“Jeremiah.” I want answers dammit.
He calls Jordan and Jocelyn so we can go. I guess he’s trying to avoid the question. But this isn’t over. How much does he know about me? We stop at McDonalds to get a quick breakfast then drop Jocelyn and Jordan to school.
This is weird. Driving to Houston, and I’m not driving. But instead I’m in the passanger side sitting by this sexy gorgeous loving man. We hold hands as he drives through Houston traffic.
“What are you doing today babe?”
“I have a business meeting.”
“You’re going like that?” He’s dressed in normal clothes.
“I have my suit in the office.”
“Oh. Do I ever get to see your office?”
“Yes.” He drops me off to my Mercedes, “See you later sexy. Be good.”
I narrow my eyes at him before giving him a kiss. His lips are so sweet. “You be good.”
After I drive off, he leaves. I’m still wondering how he knows about me switching cars. How does he know where I do it? While I wait for the elevator, I see Tony outside. Why is h
e here so early? Since Carmen is still in Galveston, Denise will be taking her shift. I want to make sure I catch her up on all the new providers I recently hired. When I get to the office, I usually have a memo of all the things that happened for the incall appointments during Friday after I left and all the outcalls over the weekend. One memo really bothered me.
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