Page 93 of Hot for the Jerk

I kept going, up and down, using my hand, but mostly my mouth.His hips jerked up erratically and his breathing grew ragged.He was close.

“Not like this,” he murmured, tapping me on the head.“Another time.”

I glanced up at him and the man looked half-shredded.Slightly debauched.My only thought was that I needed to get him completely there.To give him the kind of ecstasy and release he gave me.

Releasing him with a wetpop,I climbed up a little further, still straddling him, and reached forward to grab the box of condoms from the nightstand.“Can I do it?”I asked, tearing open the package and tossing the foil to the floor.

His smile made me want to sit on his face.“Have you ever put a condom on a cucumber?”

“I wasn’t allowed to attend school on the days they taught sex-ed.”

Only a flicker of pity made its way into his eyes before he nodded.“You’ll want to pinch the tip and hold it like that while you roll it all the way down to the base.”

“Okay.”I did as I was told, under his watchful eye, and grinned like an idiot when I finished.“Did I do it right?”

He gripped me by the hips in his enormous hands and plunked me right over his cock.“You did it perfectly,” he said as I lowered down, taking him all the way inside of me.

“Fucking Christ,” he gritted out, hand still on my hips and encouraging me to rock.“You feel so fucking good.Tell me again how much you hate how good my cock feels inside of you.”

I gave his nipple a playful little twist.“I hate it so damn much.”

“Yeah, you do.You hate it so much you’re dripping all over it.”

Unable to not smile, I shook my head, and pressed my hands on his chest to use it for leverage as I picked up the tempo, making sure to tilt my hips down as I moved forward so my clit grazed his pelvis perfectly.“I hate how good this is,” I moaned, my pussy fluttering around him.

“Liar,” he teased.“You let me know if you need more to get you there,” he said.“Will never turn down another opportunity to taste you.”

The man’s sweet dirty talk was all the foreplay I needed to get me there.I reached for the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head, loving that I could be naked and vulnerable with him and not feel self-conscious, or like my body wasn’t enough.

I reached behind me and rested my hands on the tops of his thighs, pushing my tits up to the sky and letting my hair flow down my back.

“Fuck, Elsa, you look so goddamn hot right now.Look at yourself.”He jerked his chin toward the mirror on the far wall which showed me riding him, totally naked, breasts out, hair wild—and yeah, he was right, it did look hot.Even with that bruise on my face, it looked really fucking hot.

I rocked my hips more, harder, loving the way his pelvis grazed my clit, teasing it, taunting it.Stars grew bigger and brighter behind my closed eyelids as I took one step, then another, closer to sweet release.

I moved my hands back to his chest and dropped my mouth to his, pushing my tongue inside and sweeping it against his, tasting him.Wrapping one arm around my back, without disconnecting our mouths or our bodies, Jagger surged us upward, and inched backward until his back was against the headboard.“This way I can taste those nipples again,” he said, cupping my left breast and bringing his mouth down to it.I moaned as he laved the tight bud with his tongue, flicking it, biting down gently like I had to him.

I used the headboard for support and rocked into him, loving the change in angle.I wasn’t going to last long now.

He switched to the other breast and did the same thing, before reaching between us with one hand, finding my clit and moving one finger over it, back and forth.

My mouth opened on a silent plea as the pressure inside of me built into an uncontainable force.I paused my rocking, slammed my eyes shut and let go.

Every rush, every wave, every surge of pleasure through me was more intense than the last.I couldfeelmy clit swell beneath his fingertip and my pussy clench around him as he continued to buck up into me.My toes curled and my thighs squeezed his as all my muscles went as tight as a drum, and a pulsing sound filled my ears.I was sure I made noises.I was sure I said things, but I couldn’t hear them.All I could hear was my own heartbeat, thundering wildly through my veins.

Jagger stilled beneath me after a moment.I’m pretty sure he said, “Fuck,” then his cock began to throb, creating a new sensation of pleasure.One my body remembered fondly from last night.We stayed like that for a while, both of us lazily coming down from the stratosphere, back to earth.Back to my bed.My hearing returned, but all I heard was his heavy breathing.I opened my eyes and the mossy-greens and cinnamon-browns of my room seemed more vibrant.Even my sense of smell was stronger.I smelled sex, and sweat, and whatever body wash Jagger used that drove me wild, even when we shared the B&B.I pressed a kiss to his shoulder, then daringly swept my tongue across his right collarbone, reveling in the taste of him.

His fingers chased goosebumps up my spine and when I felt him start to go soft inside of me, I swung one leg over him and scooted off to the bathroom.I peed, washed myself, washed my hands, and took in my flushed complexion.My once tired eyes were now bright, and as hard as I tried to frown—not that I had any reason to—I couldn’t.Despite the pain in my face from the swelling and bruising, the muscles in my face refused to let me frown.

When I opened the bathroom door, Jagger was there waiting his turn.

I grabbed us each a glass of water before returning to my bed to wait for him.

Even flaccid, he was an impressive specimen of a man, with a baby elephant’s trunk swinging between his legs when he joined me back in the bedroom.He slid under the covers and pulled me to him, caressing my face, my bruise, so softly with his thumb.“So?”

“I feel like an idiot.”

“Why?”He sat up, perplexed.

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