Page 18 of Jade

I’m desired.

Wanted.

Needed.

And it’s all because of him.

CHAPTER 8

DUSTIN

I slide my fingers inside her underwear and almost shoot my load. She’s soaking wet and still grinding against me. I lay my hand, palm up, so she can rub over the heel of my hand.

I glance down at her tits, so perky and perfect, knowing if she keeps this up for much longer, I’m gonna come in my pants. Fuck, it’d be worth it.

“That’s it, baby girl, take what you need from me. You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

“Inside me,” she begs. “Please, put your fingers inside me.”

That’s all the encouragement I need, and I slowly slide a finger inside. She bucks on top of me, her breathing ragged and feral, and I love that I’m doing this to her. She’s so damn tight that I grind my teeth when she comes again, crying out even louder this time.

“I need to taste your pussy,” I grit out, rolling her off me so she lands on the mattress.

She spreads her legs eagerly, and I yank her skirt up to her waist. Those damn red stilettos she’s still wearing. Fuck me, that’s hot.

I rip her panties off, and she groans. Her glistening pussy is a sight for sore eyes. She’s perfect. Holding her legs wide, I lower my head and taste her slickness. She bucks up again, her moans and groans shooting straight to my dick. I should’ve loosened my jeans, but I didn’t want her to think I was expecting sex.

I circle her clit with my tongue and she’s a writhing mess underneath me. I lick her like she’s my favorite meal, taking in every single throb that runs through her sweet veins. I swear I can feel them.

I can’t get enough. The pressure of my dick rubbing against the mattress almost brings me to climax. Then she’s sitting up, pushing me off as she fumbles with my belt, reading my damn mind. She lowers my zipper, and I half lift so she can free my cock. My briefs are only part of the way down when her hand finds my dick, and she breathes an “Oh wow,” and strokes me.

It feels so good. Too good.

Then she says, “I knew you’d be big.” And I’m losing it real fast. When she squeezes me harder. I’m no longer in control. I’m coming. I’m fucking coming all over myself.

She gasps, eyes on my dick as a river of cum splays all over my chest. “Holy shit,” she mutters. “That’s hot.”

I’m breathing like a ragged bull, dying to push inside her sweet cunt with my cum still spurting out of me, but I resist. “Hot?” I pant. “You made me come in my pants. There’s nothin’ hot about that.”

She looks worried, her eyebrows creasing. “Does that mean you’re done?”

I stand, kicking my boots off, then pull my socks, jeans, and underwear down.

I’m naked, kneeling between her legs when she slides a finger through the mess I made on myself and brings it to her mouth. Her eyes close when she tastes me. “Oh, my…” she moans, a sly smile on her lips.

“That good?” I ask.

“Oh, yes.”

“Is that why you’re so smug?”

“Well…You’re the first man to ever make me come, and I made you lose it in your pants.”

Her confession is like music to my ears. Well, not the me coming in my pants part.

“I am?”

She nods. “I’m a… I’m a virgin, Dusty.”