Chapter Two
Jackson’s cock was huge. Rebecca had seen a lot of dicks, not many personally up close, but she got curious, and hey, who hasn’t watched porn? So she’d had a look, and of course a lot of porn stars are well hung, but Jackson was beautiful.
He was long, thick, and the vein down one length pulsed. The tip was glistening with his pre-cum, and she wanted to taste him so badly. Climbing off the desk that he had put her on, she wrapped her fingers around his length, licking the pre-cum right off. She released a little moan as she loved the taste of him. He was sweet, and his cock pulsed in her hand.
“Fuck, baby, that feels so fucking good. Yeah, put your whole mouth around it.” He hissed, growled, and finally moaned as she sucked him into the back of her throat, and then pulled up to the tip to slide down, taking as much of him as she could.
Looking up at him, she saw his gaze was focused on her. His fingers slid into her hair, and gripped her hair tightly, wrapping the length around his fingers as he held on. She had been growing her hair out for some time, and it was only just down to her shoulders.
He began to pump his thick prick between her lips, and she took him, her eyes closing as another wave of pleasure washed over her. She wanted to do this, give him pleasure, see him happy.
“I don’t want to blow down your throat this first time,” he said, suddenly pulling out of her. Within a few moves, she was back on the desk, with her pajama bottoms on the floor in a heap. She didn’t know how she had ended up here, only that she had.
She released a little squeal and a giggle as he pressed his lips against hers. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held onto him, needing his kiss, needing everything that he could give her. When it came to Jackson, she wanted to be so greedy, taking everything, giving all of herself, and never letting go.
“You’re going to be the death of me.” He kissed down her neck, flicking his tongue against her pulse, but not lingering. No, he caressed down her body, going to her tits. He sucked a nipple into his mouth, as he pinched the other, and then changed doing the same to the opposite. She gripped the edge of his desk, arching up, loving the way his tongue created a pulse right between her legs. This was what she needed more than anything.
Jackson didn’t stay though. He kissed down her stomach until he was right between her legs.
Glancing down, she saw him crouched on the floor, and then his tongue was between her legs, and he was sucking on her clit.
“Oh … wow…” She bit her lip to stop herself from screaming her pleasure to the rooftops, it was that good, and he had only touched her clit.
He flicked her clit, and then moved down to her pussy, plunging inside, and moving back up, swirling the clit, and then back down.
The pleasure began to build, and it had been a long time since she had been with anyone but her hand. She had grown tired of dating very quickly, and she did only have sex with men she was serious with. She had been serious about Jackson for a long time. Most of her life she had adored him, and now, at twenty-five she was finally going to have him. He spread her thighs wide, and his fingers began to slide in her pussy.
“You’re so tight, and I’m a big man, Rebecca. Do you think you can take me?” he asked.
“Yes, yes, I can take you.”
He used two fingers to slide inside her, stretching her pussy, and she relished the slight burn that he created from just his fingers alone, preparing her. Looking down between her thighs, she found it the most erotic sight in the world, seeing Jackson lick her pussy.
She didn’t even care about her rounded stomach, or the cellulite on her thighs. She was not a perfect woman, far from it. She was a size sixteen on a good day, a size eighteen on a normal day, and she even owned pants in a size twenty, but that didn’t matter.
He flicked her clit, and fucked her pussy with his fingers, and much to her embarrassment, she came all over his face. It was her first orgasm in months, and if she was being really honest, in years. Her previous lovers had been okay, but not like this. Never like this.
Jackson stood up, and she watched as he sucked his fingers, licking every drop of her cream from them.
His hands went to her knees, and she tilted back a little on his desk, unable to look away. He stroked up her thighs, going to her hips. “You’re fucking perfect,” he said. “Tell me if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop. I want you to fuck me, Jackson. To make me yours.”
The smile that danced on his lips would stay with her forever. It was sexy, sinful, and everything in between.
He released her hip, gripped his cock, and she watched as he slid his dick between her folds, slicking up his cock. She was so turned that he slid between her pussy so easily. He held the tip at her entrance, and it was like every step in her life had led to this moment. She had fantasized, dreamed, hoped, even prayed that this would happen, and it finally would.
Jackson pushed forward, pushing the first inch inside her, making her gasp. Even with that one inch, he was stretching her, and it felt wonderful.
“You are fucking tight, baby.”
“It has been a long time,” she said, admitting the truth to him. She knew that he’d had a flavor of the month just a few weeks ago, but right now, she really didn’t care.
He gripped her hips in those large hands, and then slammed every single inch of him inside her. She cried out his name, unable to do anything else as he drove to the hilt within her.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said, running his hands from her hips, up to cup her tits, and then down again.
She loved his hands on her. They were large hands, and a little rough around the edges, which was refreshing to her. She had always known he was a hands-on kind of guy, and right now, he was just confirming it with his rough touch.