Page 21 of Accidentally Engaged
“Feel how hard I am for you?” he challenges in reply.
I sit down on him and squeeze all those muscles you’re supposed to flex to enhance pleasure, and it works. I see stars, and he curses softly.
“You have to stop soon. I’m going to come in a couple of minutes,” he warns, lips thin. “We’ll do more later.”
“I came fast, too,” I soothe. I love how he’s worried about that, but at the same time, I’m not. I have a feeling that my pent-up pussy is going to be the perfect match for his love-starved cock. I want him behind me. I want him pounding into me while his hands grip my cheeks, pulling my hair—I jump when I realize how turned on I am just by any thought of him, and that all my “taboo” thoughts turn into perfectly acceptable thoughts around him. I even picture him popping my one remaining cherry, and there’s no worry or fear involved.
He’s yours. You claimed him now, a lilting, fluttering voice warns me as my hips go crazy, drumming an erratic rhythm on his cock.
I’m startled when he suddenly sits up, crushing me to his chest—but sliding his cock out of me. I feel him shudder and spurt, his cum all over my belly, and his two thick fingers deep inside of me as a replacement. I bite Jared’s lip as I come on his hand, so tempted to rub his essence into my hot, wet tunnel. “I want you,” I whisper between nibbles of his lips.
“I love you,” he whispers.
It doesn’t feel rushed. It feels right... but I don’t say it back.
I want to, but... But bodies are easier than words. “I feel the best with you. Like we can do anything, because I’m supposed to be with you. Does it feel that way with you, too?” I ask, and I pray that it does.
“Yes! Chloe, I... I had so many rough experiences with Patsy towards the end, and some stupid, awkward experiences before I met her... You make me feel like I’m the best version of myself. Like I’m—”
“Completely confident? A sex god? You are. That mouth.” I twitch, still having aftershocks.
“Want more?” he whispers, gently stroking my arms.
I nod, silent, wide-eyed. “Don’t you need a rest?”
“I want to rest while I hold my beautiful banshee bride-to-be.” He nuzzles his lips to my temple, and I melt. He could tell me he wants us to go skydiving, and I’d suit up and write my will. “And I have a feeling I’ll be ready in no time.”
THIS INCREDIBLE PIN-up worthy hottie curls up and kisses me. Snuggles with me, touching me all over, including the parts of my body that I always believed were ugly. Not to her. Chloe sighs in contentment and kisses me with dreamy eyes.
At some point, she turns over.
Her bottom is the most adorable thing. Perfect and pert and so round, I just want to bite each cheek.
Speaking of cheeks... She wriggles back into me while my arm is draped around her. I lift her thigh and slowly start to stroke her soft, pink parts. With her, I feel confident. I can do this. I can be the lover she deserves.
“I like when you’re behind me,” she breathes out as I start to stroke soft circles around her clit.
“Mm?”
“And in front of me, of course. I... I was wondering—”
I roll us over, briefly pushing her into the mattress with most of my weight on top of her.
“God, yes!” she whimpers, but I’m not done. I sit on my knees, and she automatically gets to hers. “I think this would be a perfect angle.”
“Mm, yes, please.”
“But first,” I pause and duck my head, burying it between her parted thighs to pay a quick hello to her pussy, finding her soft, pouting inner lips and swirling my tongue over her clit before I stand behind her.
Chloe scoots back to the edge of the bed, and we click, perfectly, my cock sliding home into her pussy without hesitation, feeling the welcoming grip of her walls like they were made for me.
“Play with my ass?” she whispers, voice tight and nervous.
I almost shoot my load that second. “Of course, baby,” I whisper, and stroke that silky soft bottom. Squeezing. Lightly slapping my hands down as I cup and grip the fullest part.
She moans at that.
I’m not sure what she meant with her request. Old Jared would ask. New Jared should probably ask, too, but instead, I run my fingers down the cleft of her cheeks and stop when I find her tight pink ring. “Does that feel good, honey?” I ask, rubbing her in soft circles.
