Page 80 of The Coppersmith Farmhouse (Jamison Valley 1)
“Bend over.”
I bent at the waist and leaned into the couch, my forearms keeping me from toppling over the back. He lined himself up with my entrance, and with one smooth stroke, he was buried deep. It took a minute for me to adjust but soon my wetness began to make us both slick and I relaxed to the feel of him inside me.
“Gonna make you scream tonight, Georgia,” he said.
“Oh, god,” was all I could say. I wanted that. Badly. To be brought so high that when I burst, nothing could stop my screams of ecstasy.
He started pounding into me. Hard and fast. Each stroke slapping our skin together, the sound echoing through the living room.
“Harder, Jess.”
He took my plea as his permission to let go and release all of the restraint in his strong body. He slammed into me relentlessly, each hit taking me higher and higher, his hands pulling my hips back onto his cock as he thrust forward with his powerful hips.
I rose up on my toes and the change in angle sent me over the edge. I screamed his name before I buried my face into the couch and exploded around him, coming harder than I ever had before.
He kept pounding through my orgasm as my inner walls clenched and pulsed. I was starting to come down when he groaned with his own release. When he had emptied himself inside of me, he planted his cock deep and bent down so his stomach was resting on my back.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned.
“Hmm.” I sighed, totally relaxed and sated.
We stayed there in the living room for a few minutes, naked with Jess inside me. Having finally been able to let go and enjoy each other’s bodies without the fear of my daughter barging in on us.
“More sleepovers,” I whispered.
Jess chuckled and slowly pulled himself out.
I stood back up and turned to wrap my arms around his waist and kiss his chest.
“I like seeing my come drip down your leg, Freckles,” he said.
“Then you get to clean up your mess, honey,” I teased.
“You let me fuck your mouth in the shower, it’s a deal.”
Jess had endurance. I had a feeling tonight he was going to show me just how much.
I tipped my head back to look at his face. Then I lifted my eyebrows and grinned. He grinned back before hauling me upstairs in a fireman’s hold.
Straight into the shower.
After that, we came downstairs and went at it on the dining room table. Then the kitchen.
We were absolutely scheduling more sleepovers.
“If you two want to make it to town while there’s still candy left, we gotta go. Now!” Jess bellowed from downstairs.
“Coming! One more minute,” I shouted back. “Okay, baby girl. What do you think? Is it okay?” I asked Roe.
“I love it, Mommy!” she squealed.
She was standing in front of my full-length mirror, assessing the final touches I had just placed on her purple princess costume.
Jess had warned me that the forecast was calling for snow, so I’d had to make a few modifications to her Halloween costume so she could trick-or-treat without catching pneumonia.
Weeks ago, Jess had shattered my Halloween plans by telling me that the farmhouse was too far from town to get any trick-or-treaters. I loved handing out candy and I had been disappointed, but then he had offered his house as a replacement and I’d gotten to work, planning.
But before we went to his place, we were participating in Main Street’s annual trick-or-treating event.
