In one stealthy motion, I find myself pressed against the wall and Jessica in front of me. Her fingers wrestle with my belt and then the button on my trousers. When she drops to her knees, my pants and boxers do the same. I close my eyes in anticipation, until I feel her hand wrap around my shaft. Jessica strokes her hand up and down, stopping to spread the precum over the head of my dick. I hiss on contact and open my eyes in time to witness her tongue darting out to taste me.
“Holy fuck.” My head slams into the wall. I welcome the pain but refuse to not watch the action unfolding in front of me. Jessica pumps my cock deftly and then looks up at me, watching my reaction while she takes me into her mouth. My hips flex and my hands bury into her hair. The tie for her mask is there, the ribbon taunting me, but I refrain. I’m not about to embarrass her or treat her like her rules don’t matter. I’ll find another way to get to know her because something tells me tonight isn’t going to be enough.
Jessica’s nails pierce the skin on the back of my legs, and she looks up at me with hooded eyes as my cock moves in and out of her mouth. I take a chance and guide her head back and forth until she gags on my dick.
Instantly, I pick her up and carry her to a table. “I’ve never had anyone do that before,” I say into her ear. “I think I’m going to come just thinking about.”
“I haven’t done that before, either,” she says as she scrambles to remove the rest of her costume. “But it felt right.”
Fuck yes it did.
I drop to my knees and the sight of her pussy waiting for me, still haphazardly covered in fishnet stockings, makes me harder than I’ve ever been before. Never in my life have I seen crotchless fucking fishnet stockings, and now it’s all I ever want to see. They’re so fucking sexy, I don’t want her to take them off. Hell, she doesn’t even need to. I’m going to love challenge they bring. I lean forward and waste no time feasting. Fuck the foreplay. I want to taste her. The first lick between her folds about has me undone. Her sweet nectar is heaven on my tongue. “Fuck,” I mutter as I kiss her thigh. I need to slow down or I’m going to blow my load all over the floor. I stroke myself to alleviate some of the pressure and to send a subtle reminder to my brain that the end game is to be buried to the hilt between her legs.
My fingers part her folds and with my lips pursed, I blow on her heated flesh. Her back arches and she mutters something mixed with a few cuss words, sounding just as I thought they would in her cute accent. I can’t help but smile at her response. My thumb rubs up and down her center, playing with her bud until I finally put my mouth on her. My tongue flicks her clit while my finger slides inside of her. Her legs quiver, but I keep going, pumping my finger in and out, coating it with her juices. I add another, twisting them enough to rub against her G-spot. I pull away and grip the strings of her stockings and tug, letting the rough nylon rub against her clit.
“Oh, my God. I’m going to come. Oh, fuck.” Her hands slam down onto the table. I cover her pussy with my mouth and lap up everything she’s willing to give me. When her body is done shaking, I kiss a path up to her chest and then look at her.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Please,” she says, with a nod. “I want you to.”
I stand up, reach for my pants that have pooled around my ankle, and pull a condom out of my back pocket. I rip it open and put that fucker on so damn fast. Once I’m covered, I tell her to come here. Jessica stands on wobbly legs and follows me. I move us deeper into the room, away from the door, in case someone walks by. I find a spot and lie down, pulling her toward me, but she hesitates.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She starts to remove her shoes.
“Don’t,” I say. “Leave them on.”
She nods and startles me. I expect her to lean forward and kiss me, but she doesn’t. She lines her pussy up with my hard-on and slowly sinks down.
“Jesus mother fucking Christ,” I say. I’ve never been a religious man, but something tells me after tonight, I’m going to pray at the altar of Jessica Rabbit for the rest of my life. She places both hands on my abs and moves her hips up and down. Her head falls back and her mouth opens. I sit up and kiss her, plunging my tongue coated in her scent, deep into her mouth. Jessica pushes me away and bounces on my dick with such vigor her tits jump in time.
This has got to be some kind of dream, a fucking real-life fantasy.
Only, she’s real, and everything I feel right now is fucking tangible.
Her moans fill the room and the smell of sex surrounds us. I bring my knees up, giving her something to lean against and she takes full advantage and gives me a better view of her pussy taking my dick deep inside of her. My thumb finds her clit and she cries out, calling me Bruce. I fucking hate it, but I’m not stopping.
As if this moment can’t get any better, Jessica pulls her legs up and plants her feet, wearing those killer heels, onto the ground and rides my cock like she owns it. She moves her hips, rocking back and forth, moving faster than before.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I say to her.
My chant encourages her and her mewls get louder. She falls forward, her ass moving up and down with precision over my rod. Fingernails dig into my flesh, hopefully leaving marks so I can remember this moment. I’d wear the scars proudly even though none of my friends would ever believe me if I told them I fucked Jessica Rabbit while dressed up as some combo version of Bruce Wayne and his alter ego Batman.
“Come all over my dick,” I beg her.
My hips rise to meet her, and my hands cups her cheeks. My thumb pushes into her mouth, and she bites down. I explode into the condom as her pussy starts squeezing my dick. I keep pumping into her, riding the wave for as long as I can until she slumps against me.
I hold her against my chest, both of us heaving. “That was . . .” I have no words to describe it.
“I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Pretty wild,” I say to her. I reach between us and pull the condom off before it starts to stick to my skin.
Jessica sits up but before I can get a good look at her she adjusts her mask. I try not to let my disappointment show.
“I should go,” she says, but makes no attempt to move.