Page 7 of Falling for Her Protector

Stepping into my bedroom, I shut the door and lock it behind me. Jess is sitting on the edge of my bed and I’m ninety-nine percent sure she doesn’t have any panties on under her mini skirt. I can already tell she’s not wearing a bra, my eyes raking over her hardened nipples poking through the thin tank top clinging to her chest. She’s got a decent set on her, not too small but definitely not big either. But they were the first ones I ever saw in person, and the first ones I ever touched, so even though they might be a little smaller, I have a sentimental attachment to them.

Jess was my first real girlfriend, and we dated all through high school. It ended when she went off to college, but through all four years, anytime she came home she made sure to pay me a visit. When she got done with school, she tried to make it in the city, but ended up back home a couple years ago. She’s got some big shot boyfriend, but the guy can never seem to get the job done because she still comes around when she really wants it.

“So, what’s up, Jess?” I ask as I move towards the bed.

“I bet you are,” she grins wildly looking directly at my junk.

“What are you doing here?” I clarify, even though I already know. It’s more fun this way.

“What do you think?” she replies as I drop my hand to her skirt, pushing up under the fabric.

“I think you came here because this pussy is all wet and aching for me to fuck it,” I drop my voice to her ear as my hand slides up. I was right. No panties and she’s fucking dripping. She lets out a soft moan the second I make contact. This girl came prepped and ready.

I push the skirt up to her waist, revealing what was barely hidden beneath the tiny piece of fabric. My hand moves back to her warmth, and my fingers go to work as she lies back on the bed. I pull back once more to undo my belt, but she’s impatient and I watch her hand take my place. I can’t help but watch as she works her own pussy while I finish taking my jeans off. She moves, rolling over and lifting her ass in the air, all while still exploring. God damn, what has gotten into this girl today.

I step forward so she can feel my presence at her entrance, and she finally moves her hand away as I tear into the wrapper I pulled from my pocket. I roll the condom down over my hardened shaft and press myself against her wet heat. She moans loudly and I think she might come just from the slight contact.

“Please, X.,” she begs and I move forward, filling her. I move slowly at first, building up my rhythm. As I move against her, my eyes start to blur and her hair begins to change from dirty blonde to a deep chocolatey brown.

“Oh, X.,” she screams, but it’s not Jess’s voice. My ears are filled with Vanessa’s soft voice moaning in pleasure as my eyes close and I let the vision take over. It’s no longer Jess’s body I’m slamming into, it’s Vanessa begging for me to fuck her. Her walls clench around me and I’m done for.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, Ness,” I breathe out.

I feel her stiffen slightly as she lets go only seconds before my release hits hard and fast. My eyes open, finally focusing again. Jess pulls away slowly, turning and flopping on the pillows.

“Did you call me Ness? What’d you do forget my name in all your excitement?” she questions lightly, but I don’t want to get into this shit with her.

“I said Jess,” I lie.

“No, you didn’t,” she replies instantly getting huffy. “I heard you and you called me Ness. Who’s Ness?”

“What do you care? You’re with Mr. Big Shot attorney boy anyway,” I remind her.

“Just curious about the competition,” she sneers.

“Who says there’s a competition? Don’t worry about Ness, it’s no one,” I turn away and swipe my boxer briefs from the floor. “Does your boy know that you come here to have a real man fuck you?” I question roughly.

“His name is David, and no. But that has nothing to do with this. Just tell me who Ness is. Is she some new piece that won’t give you the time of day, so now you have to play pretend?” she quickly guesses.

“Enough,” I spit out in my annoyance.

“Okay, fine. I guess I hit a nerve,” she bites her lip trying to hold back her smile.

“We’re done here. You can leave,” I tell her, my mood completely killed.

“You’re kidding, right? You’re seriously done? You want me to leave before doing anything else to this body, or having your cock in my mouth?” she questions with a grin as her hands slide up the sides of her body before she drags her finger across her lips.

“You heard me,” I reply. “I’m getting in the shower,” I turn, hearing her soft huff touch my ears as I step into the bathroom and close the door behind me.

7

Girl Talk

Vanessa

“He seems really young to be the president of the MC already,” I say, pushing the hangers along the circular clothing rack. Lacey decided that we needed to make a quick stop at the thrift store on our way to her apartment.

“My stuff looks good on you, but you’re definitely going to want some things of your own,” she had smiled at me from the driver’s seat as she pulled into the parking lot at the shopping plaza. “I have some store credit here, so I want you to get whatever you want,” she instructed as we walked inside together.

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