Page 70 of Jett

“Still sleepy.” I lean into his kiss, and the bastard swipes my coffee cup and takes several deep gulps.

“Jesus, that’s gross.”

“Then get your own caffeinated beverage. Mine is sans caffeine and sans joy but at least it won’t give our baby brain damage.”

“As opposed to the hammering I’m going to give her.”

“Okay, you can get off me now. That was the worst mood killer ever.”

“I meant with my dick.”

“Not any better.”

“I meant, I’m going to hammer you.”

“Uh-uh. No. You, mister, will be staying far, far away from my vagina until I can clear that godawful image from my head.”

“Fuck.” He straightens and glances out the window at our neighbours, muttering, “At least someone’s gettin’ some.”

“You could be too if you didn’t speak.” I give him a playful wink.

Jett frowns. “You think we’ll ever get to have sex again?”

“As soon as I can scrub my mind clean.”

Jett moves around the couch and sinks into the soft cushions. He pulls my feet into his lap and begins massaging one, and then the other. I moan and his calloused, steady hands glide up my calves and thighs. He tugs me closer, my oafish body shifting like a sack of potatoes. He slides his hand higher and I let my thighs fall apart. His hands knead my flesh, his strokes turning softer the closer he gets to my pussy. I stare at him, his blond hair falling in his eyes and that smile that curves just one side of his beautiful mouth. He finally works his fingers beneath my underwear, and delves inside. I moan and shift my hips closer.

Jett cocks his head and gives me a predatory smile as he drops to his knees. He yanks my body across the sofa, pulls my panties down, and tosses them aside. Taking hold of my ankles, he bends my legs, and lowers his face so it’s level with my pussy. His tongue plunges deep, and my back arches off the couch cushions as his mouth engulfs me. I buck my hips against his face, tug on his hair as he sucks my clit into his mouth and slides two fingers inside. I’m so fucking hot for him that it’s not enough. I want more. I want his body weight on top of me, pinning me down, his cock buried so deep inside I don’t know where we end and begin. An electric current crackles through my veins, right to my core. I throw my head back, thread my fingers in his hair, and ride his face as I scream my orgasm.

Jett climbs to his feet and wipes the back of his hand over his mouth. “Fuck, I love the way you taste, Angel. I could eat that sweet little pussy all day.”

I chuckle. “Don’t let me stop you.”

He leans in and I pull his mouth to mine, driving my tongue in deep. I taste myself, feel him smile against my lips, and then he opens his leathers and releases his cock—pink and hard, and straining.

His hands fist themselves in my hair and he yanks my head back, exposing the line of my neck to him. “On your knees, darlin’. I wanna see you fuck my cock with your pretty mouth.”

I scramble to the floor and lean in, running the tip of my tongue along his length, and then the underside of his head. He tastes of salt and soap, and I lick every inch of him before I make a fist around his cock and take him in my mouth, pumping my hand in time with my lips.

Jett’s hands tighten in my hair as he drives his hips back and forth. “Fuck!”

I slip my hand between my legs and begin stroking my clit while my other hand cups his balls.

“Jesus. You’re so fuckin’ hot. Fuck that cunt with your hand—I wanna see you cream, Angel,” he says, and I do as I’m told, alternating between working my clit and driving my fingers in and out of my body. I forget everything but the need to come, the need to have him buried inside me.

Without a word, he pulls free from my mouth and tugs me to my feet. My legs are like jelly and I have no choice but to hold onto him as he slants his mouth over mine and pushes in deep.

“I need to be inside that slick cunt, Angel.” He kicks off his leathers and sits on the couch. “Climb on up here and ride me.”

I laugh and point to my protruding belly. “I can’t.”

“Sure you can. We just need to get a little creative.” Jett grabs hold of my hips and turns me so I’m facing the windows, away from him. I lower my body onto his, taking him deep inside as I press my hands against his thighs and give him my weight. I rock my hips back and forth as he drives into me, one hand gripping my waist and the other wrapped around my body, stroking the sensitive flesh between my legs. Over and over again he slams into me until we’re both clawing at one another and climbing toward climax.

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JETT LEAVES WITH Akiss to my forehead. “Get some rest, Angel. I’ll be home tonight.”

“Okay.”

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