“Well, I wish I’d been there to see it,” she quips with a smile. I grin.
“The ladies were all about coming back again. I’ll make sure to find out exactly when so you can watch from the wings.”
She giggles, her laugh like the peal of melodic wind chimes.
“I’d like that.”
We continue to chat and eat, and it’s easy. It’s as if we’ve known each other forever, instead of only making our introductions one week ago. In fact, the whole scene is very domestic, and to my surprise, I like it. I thought I’d be a playboy forever, but actually, being on the other side of the fence has opened my eyes.
Of course, I’m not exactly on the other side of the fence because there’s no ring on her finger, and because we’re not in a traditional living set-up. Still, all in its own time. Soon, dinner ends and we stand to start clearing the table.
“I’ll wash up because you cooked,” I offer. But the pretty girl swats her hand at me.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been here all day just doing homework and stuff while you were at the Corinthian, so make yourself comfy on the couch. I’ll be out with some dessert and coffee in a sec.” With that, she balances the plates like an expert and carries them from the table to the sink for rinsing. But instead of settling in the other room, I follow the curvy girl into the kitchen, intending on helping. But when she turns her back to me to load the dishwasher, her bottom lifts and I get a good look at that huge, heart-shaped ass. She’s wearing just a pair of leggings and holy fuck, but there are no panty-lines. Immediately, I harden.
“Sweetheart,” I growl, coming up behind her. “Is it true--?”
With that, I trail my hand up her leg, over her thigh, and all the way to her hip. Sure enough, there’s no tell-tale edge beneath the pink leggings and I harden even more, this time pressing my hips against her large ass from the back. Jessie gasps and turns to look at me with wide eyes.
“I thought maybe you’d changed your mind about our deal,” she whispers.
I shake my head.
“Oh hell no. I’d never change my mind. I just wanted to give you a chance to settle in first, with everything that’s happened. But I’m going to claim my due, you can be sure of that.”
She sighs a bit, still staring up at me with big brown eyes. I expect her to make an excuse or delay somehow, but instead, she turns fully before pressing those big breasts against my chest.
“Yes,” she whispers, breathless. “I’m ready, Jethro.” Holy fuck. This is better than I expected because it’s clear Jessie wants this. Her breathing is shallow and I can practically feel her heart pounding in her chest.
“It’s been torture, not touching you,” I rasp in her ear. “But I’m going to touch you now, Jessie.”
With that, she lets out a little sigh as her chin tilts upwards. I take advantage of the invitation and gently press a kiss to her cheek just above her lips on the right side. I do the same to the other side, causing her to sigh again.
“Is that nice, sweetheart?” I rasp.
“Very nice,” she whispers softly. “Do it again, Jethro.”
With that, it’s on. I capture the beautiful brunette’s lips with mine, and she’s sweet like honey, mixed with a bit of tomato sauce from our dinner. But this isn’t going to be about innocent, romantic love because I’m a filthy motherfucker, and I like things dirty.
“You’re mine to use, Jessie,” I rasp while running my hands up and down her waist. “I hope you haven’t forgotten that.”
She shakes her head, biting that plush bottom lip. “I haven’t forgotten. I’ve been waiting and wondering.”
“Good,” is my harsh grunt. Then, I kiss her again, dipping my tongue between her lips. She moans breathily as I press her back against the dishwasher, claiming that sweet pout as mine. Then, unable to stop myself, I take the neckline of her t-shirt in my two hands and literally rip it apart, tearing the fabric. She lets out a squeak and looks down as those huge tits dangle. Sure enough, she’s not wearing a bra and letting out a low growl, I suck one nipple into my mouth, my tongue swirling over the stiff bud.
“Fuck you taste good,” I groan. “Even better than I expected.”
Jessie can’t answer and merely pants while running her fingers through my hair. “Mmmm,” she moans. “Oh yes.”
With that, it gets filthy fast. Jessie continues to whisper my name, encouraging me to do more in breathy gasps. Always happy to be of service, I suckle her nipple as my hands roam to the elastic waistband of her leggings. I slip inside, finding her slit already soaked and juicy.