Page 68 of Homestead

“What do you think?” His voice is lower and huskier than normal.

“But… but dinner…”

“We’ll be done in just a few minutes.”

For some reason, that makes me giggle.

His expression softens slightly as he gazes at me. He’s still holding me against the wall, and he must be completely worn out from a full day of hard work, but my weight doesn’t appear to be a problem for him.

“You really want to have sex right here behind the garage? What if someone sees us?”

“You said they were all inside for dinner.”

“They are. I guess we can as long as it’s quick. How should we?—?”

Once again, my words are cut off by Jimmy’s abrupt actions. He slides me down to my feet, yanks off my panties and undoes his jeans, pulling his cock out of his boxers.

“Oh.” My eyes are wide, and I’m so excited I can barely catch my breath. I’ve never seen Jimmy like this before—on the edge of control.

“You need some foreplay?”

I shake my head. The swell of feeling has had an effect on my body. I might not be as wet as I get when he has the time for extended foreplay, but I’m definitely wet enough for comfortable sex.

“Hold up your skirt.”

I do as he says, bunching it up toward my hips.

“Now part your legs a little more.”

When I’ve repositioned, he bends his knees enough to line himself up at my entrance and then pushes me up the wall as he edges himself inside me.

It’s intense, startling, even though I knew it was going to happen. He feels big and tight andthereinside me, and I’m panting as I wrap my legs around him and hold on to his neck.

He’s got me pressed against the wall of the building, and it isn’t exactly comfortable. The texture is rough against my skin, even through the fabric of my clothes, and I feel the impact as he makes his first thrust.

But I don’t care. I’m on a weird, visceral high, and I want it to carry me away.

“Fuck,” he mutters, ducking his face against the crook of my neck as he thrusts his hips with a fast, primal rhythm. “Fuck, baby. I need this. Ineeded—” His words are interrupted by a long, hoarse groan as I start squeezing around him in my enthusiasm.

I’m not groaning, but I’m making weird little whimpers with every instroke. My eyes are blurring, and my head is overly full. I’m off-balance and overwhelmed and at the mercy of so many emotions and sensations that the world is spinning around me.

“That’s so good,” he murmurs when he’s capable of speech again. His motion is getting faster and harder. “You’re already so tight for me. You’ve been needing this too. Haven’t you? Haven’t you?”

I’m going to end up with a bruise on my back for sure, but I don’t even care right now. Nothing has ever felt as intensely right as this. “Yeah. Yeah! Jimmy, yes!” That’s the extent of my available vocabulary at the moment.

“Are you gonna come for me, baby?”

“Y-yeah!” I feel the climax mounting already. My pussy is fluttering in anticipation, and I tense up and squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to reach it. “Jimmy, I need it.”

He’s grunting roughly, the sound somehow matching his motion. He pushes into me until the coil of pressure finally releases at my center.

I choke on a cry as the orgasm overwhelms me. He comes right after, yanking his cock out at the last moment and squeezing it between our bodies as he climaxes. He smothers his exclamation of release against my shoulder.

It’s over just as quickly as it started. My body is humming with satisfaction—and is also sore and shaky—and he gently puts me down on my feet. I have to cling to him to keep my knees from buckling.

We stand like that for a minute, until we’ve caught our breath and recovered our balance. Then I smooth down my skirt, and he tucks his cock back into his boxers and zips up his jeans.

I giggle, suddenly self-conscious. I have no idea why that just happened or what it might mean.

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