“Fuck,” I growl against her. “You taste divine.”
I press a finger against her opening, then lift my head to watch her face as I slide the digit inside as far as it’ll go. She’s tight, but she’s so wet it slides in with ease. Pulling it out slowly, I press forward again faster. Her tits jiggle under my shirt with her rapid breathing and her lips part, a look of intense satisfaction illuminating her face.
Pulling my finger out, I add a second one and dip my head to latch my lips around her clit. I suck hard as I fuck her with my fingers. She’s so wet her juices leak out on the counter beneath her ass.
Her legs tighten around my head, and I lift it to look at her. She’s gazing at me with so much heat I feel it scorching my cheeks.
“Fuck me, Wesley. Please,” she begs so prettily. “I need to feel all of you inside me.”
With a growl, I pull my fingers from her tightness and grip the side of her panties. They snap apart easily, and the ruined material falls to the floor. I get to my feet, the legs of the stool teetering when I push it back.
“Take off the shirt,” I order hoarsely as I push down my sleep pants just far enough to release my cock.
The counter is the perfect height for fucking. I step between her spread thighs and look down as I line up my cock with her glistening opening. The view is so fucking sexy. There’s a drop of pre-cum on the tip of my shaft, and I smear it over her clit.
Flexing my hips, I set the head at her opening again, then look up as I slide slowly inside. Hissing out a breath once I’m all the way in, I lock my hips in place, needing a moment so I don’t come prematurely. Jersey tries to move her hips, but I stay her by holding them still with my hands.
“Don’t move or this will be over before it starts,” I warn.
“Mmm… You feel so good,” Jersey pants, her eyes dropping to where we’re joined, her tongue darting out to lick her lips.
After a few seconds, I rock my hips backward before slamming into her again. Dropping my head, I suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth, nipping the bud with my teeth. Her head falls back, and she cries out in pleasure. I slide my cock out then thrust forward, my movements becoming frantic. Over and over, I pull out, only to fill her again.
Her walls clamp around my shaft and my balls get tight, the muscles in my back twitching. Grabbing her hips, I lift her from the counter and her arms go around my neck. I take two steps back until my legs hit the stool. With her still impaled on my cock, I sit.
“Ride me, Jersey,” I tell her. “Fuck me like I’m the last person you’ll ever fuck.”
I will be the last person she ever fucks, my mind whispers.
Planting her feet on the rungs of the stool, she lifts herself up until only half of my cock is inside her then she drops back down. She bounces up and down several times before she stops and grinds her clit against my pubic bone. Her tits smash against my chest. Using her hair, I force her head down to meet my lips.
Curling my fingers around her waist, I lift her and let her fall back down at the same time I thrust upward. The sound of slapping bodies, her moans and my grunts, fill the room in an erotic rhythm.
All too soon, the walls of her pussy clench around me, signaling her release, which causes my own. My neck muscles strain, and a deep groan forces its way past my lips as I fill her with my cum.
I sag in the chair and Jersey’s limp body goes boneless, her forehead dropping to my shoulder. I lazily run a hand up and down her naked back as we both try to catch our breath.
“I’m going to hell,” she mumbles against my neck a few minutes later.
I can’t help but chuckle. “Why?”
“Because I made you break your vows.”
I lift my shoulder to indicate I want her to lift her head. She does so, but she doesn’t meet my eyes. Using a finger, I lift her chin until she’s looking at me. Her remorseful expression tears at my heart.
“I broke my vows because I wanted you. You didn’t force me to do anything.”
“But I seduced you. If I hadn’t—”
I press a soft kiss against her lips to get her to stop talking.
“I think it was more like we seduced each other. You did nothing wrong, Jersey. We were both caught up in the moment, and quite honestly, there’s no part of me that regrets it. What we did felt too perfect. Like—”
“—it was meant to be,” she finishes my sentence in a murmur.
I tuck a few strands of sweaty hair behind her ear.
“Exactly.”