Page 80 of Fighting Temptation (Men of Honor 1)
Moaning, she arches into my hands and her speed picks up as she finds her rhythm.
“Fuck yes, that’s it baby, ride me.”
I jerk my hips up into her, making her gasp, “Oh!”
I smile at her reaction, “You like that?” I jerk my hips up again harder this time.
She whimpers, “I love it. I love everything I do with you. I, I love you.”
My heart swells with a mix of pleasure and pain at her words. I still can’t believe that I was lucky enough to meet this girl. To have her become my best friend and then to become… mine.
She deserves better, she deserves more.
Shooting up, I wrap an arm around her slender back and one at the back of her head, bringing her mouth to mine. Wanting to silence the fucking stupid, but truthful, voice in my head. Ya I know, I’m a selfish bastard. I kiss her slow and deep showing her how much she means to me.
This is my favorite place to be in the world, being surrounded by Julia. Her taste, her scent, to be inside of her. I constantly ache for her, body and soul.
We both gasp for breath when I rip my mouth from hers. Keeping my hand on the back of her head I keep her lips close to mine and stare into her seductive eyes, “You own me Julia, every fucking part of me.”
She cups my face affectionately and gives me one of her beautiful smiles. A smile that always tightens my chest and proves to me that the world can be a good place.
“I know,” she responds before placing a tender kiss against my forehead, just like the one I’m always giving to her. Then she’s placing one at the corner of my eye, my cheek, and continues peppering kisses all over my face. My throat feeling tight, I bury my face in her chest. Our bodies stop moving, my cock still seated deep inside of her tight heat, as we hold each other.
As if knowing my vulnerability and thoughts she leans her head down, bringing her mouth close to my ear, “This is right Jaxson, this has always been right. Something that feels this good could never be wrong.”
I close my eyes and swallow past the lump in my throat. Fuck! This is starting to be too much for me. Wanting to move on, but not wanting to hurt her by ignoring her words I nod my head and start kissing the swell of her breast. Reaching up I cup both of them and take turns bringing my mouth to each one, sucking and tasting their tight tips. Soon she’s moaning and grinding down on me again, my cock still rock hard.
Laying back down I keep one hand on her breasts and move the other to her hip, helping guide her. I jerk my hips up once, slamming my cock inside of her.
“Oh god!” she leans further over me, bracing her hands on my shoulders for balance. She whimpers and moans, “More, I want more.”
My fucking pleasure.
Giving her what she wants I slam up into her again, her inner muscles fluttering around my cock, “Fuck yes,” I groan.
She has the corner of her lower lip between her teeth, reaching up I tug at it with my thumb. Her tongue darts out, licking my thumb, before she sucks it into her mouth like she would my cock. I growl and fucking lose it. Slamming up inside of her I fuck her hard, like I’ve been dying to. She screams and digs her nails into my shoulder while she fights to hold on to me. My hands span her hips, holding her in place, while I continue my pace, thrusting hard and fast.
She moves her hands lower on to my stomach and braces herself so she can fully sit up. Looking down between our bodies I watch my cock slam into her. Her inner muscles start to flutter around me, loving every hard frantic thrust.
“Give it to me baby. You’re close, I can feel it. I can feel your sweet pussy starting to tighten around my cock.”
She whimpers from my words and her inner muscles clamp down around me. Looking up I watch her shatter, her head falls back and sweet ecstasy spills across her entire face. It’s the most beautiful and erotic sight I’ve ever seen. Fire and pleasure spreading through my body, I follow along with her. Losing a little more of myself as I do.
Afterwards Julia walks out of the bathroom from washing up, looking rumpled and sexy as fuck in my shirt. She stops at the edge of the bed and smiles at me. Sitting up I reach over and haul her on top of me, she laughs and accidentally kicks something off her nightstand.
“Oh crap!” While straddling me she leans over and picks up a framed picture of her and her mom on a ferris wheel at some fair. Laying down on top of me, with her head on my chest, she stares at it.
“Wasn’t she beautiful Jax?” she asks, holding the picture up so we both can look at it.
“Ya,” I hold her a little tighter, “just like you.”
Resting her chin on her fist she smiles up at me, “She would have really loved you.”
I grunt, “Ya I’ll just bet she would have loved the guy that fantasized about all the ways to screw her daughter from the moment he laid eyes on her.”
Giggling she presses a kiss to my chest, then stares at me somberly, “She would have loved my best friend. The guy who helped take my pain away and made me smile again when I thought I never would. The one who watched out for me, protected me…” she goes quiet for a second, then reaching up she cups the side of my face, “I’ve always believed she sent you to me. That night at the graveyard…” I stiffen, rage beginning to simmer in my blood as she brings up that night, “…was the first night I prayed since my mother had died. I was so scared thinking of what they were going to do to me, not knowing if they were going to kill me after. I was sad for Grams, thinking she was going to lose the last family she had left. I started to pray to my mom for help. I prayed so hard for something, anything, to stop what was happening. And then, you showed up and you saved my life, in more ways than one.”
