Page 44 of Jesse

“Then come here,” she says, beckoning me with her finger. “Come closer, Jesse.”

Oh, man. She said my name. That is so hot. Hell, this whole thing is hot.

I press myself up against her, opening her legs with my body and easing my hips forward until I’m pressing my hard cock right where it needs to be.

“Oh,” she coos. “Not so fast, mister.” Then she places a hand on my head, grabbing my thick blond hair in her fist as she pushes down.

“Oh, you little sexpot, you,” I growl. But hey, I’m game. I’ll eat her pussy if that’s what she needs.

I place my hands flat on her knees and bend down. All the while my eyes are locked on hers. Unable to look away.

She smiles and tips her head back as my mouth eases in. I inhale her sweet scent, then lick her as she continues to hold her panties to the side.

“Yes,” she moans, closing her eyes and clenching her teeth. “That’s perfect.”

“I’m just getting started,” I say. “It only gets better from here.”

“Shut up and keep going,” she says.

Which makes me chuckle a little. Fucking Emma Dumas. After all these years. Finally, I have her right where I want her.

My tongue darts out and swipes over her sweet spot. She grips my hair tighter and closes her legs on my head.

Jesus. I dive in and begin licking her like crazy. My teeth nipping at her little nub, making her squeal and squirm.

I grip her knees and open them up as wide as I can, then say fuck it and lift them up and out, so she’s spreadeagle above my head. I need access. Because I’m going to eat this woman’s pussy like dessert.

My tongue laps and licks. I suck on her, unable to get enough. I’m out of control as she wiggles her ass on the smooth granite island and finally has to fall backwards and just give in. I reach across her body and grab her tits, squeezing with both hands. Then grip the seams and pull her bodice down. She’s braless, so her spectacular breasts spill out.

I stand up and lean over, taking one nipple in my mouth. Nipping at it, then swirling my tongue around until it’s just a tight little nub.

“No,” she says, pushing on my head. “Go back. Keep going. Don’t stop now!”

Oh, shit. OK. I dive back down and pick up where I left off. Only this time I slip two fingers inside her and her back comes up off the countertop, bucking with pleasure.

“Yeah,” I say. “Come for me, Emma. Just let go. Spill your sweet come all over my fingers so I can stick them in her mouth and make you lick it off!”

She moans and then goes rigid and stiff. I smile. Just grinning like a fucking kid as she comes all over my fingers. Then my tongue darts in and laps her up.

And I want to die.

No. I want to stick my hard, throbbing cock inside her and fuck her until she comes again.

I stand up, pull my pants down just enough to release my cock, and then start forward. Ready to rock her world.

But that’s when she sits up and says, “Hey, thanks.”

“Yeah, no problem.” I grin. “It’s my pleasure.” I fist my dick, priming it with a few pumps before I aim it right at her sopping wet pussy.

But she places a hand on my chest and says, “No. I think you misunderstand. Thanks for the good time. It was super fun. But I’m done now.”

Then she places her stiletto-heeled foot up against my chest and pushes me back as she stands up, pulls her bodice back up and straightens her dress, and smiles.

“What the hell?” I say. “What the hell is this?”

“This?” she says, twirling a finger in the air. “This is what’s called the classic hate fuck, Jesse.”

Then she grabs her keys off the counter, punches in the security code, and walks out the door.