Page 31 of Pretty Broken Wings

Then, Jess is lying on the bed, completely naked. My eyes snap to her like they’re magnets.

She’s stunning in every sense of the word, and all I want is to be inside of her.

“Big boy,” she moans. “Take your pants off.”

I realize I’ve just been lying there, staring at her. Then, something digs at the back of my mind. Big boy? Isn’t that what she used to call Axel?

Then she’s on me, kissing me and pressing me back into the bed. Suddenly, everything flares to life. She’s everywhere, touching everything, her sweet smell invading my senses. Her hands are fumbling at my pants and brushing my dick, sending shockwaves through me. Fuck, it feels so good.

I feel a rush of cool air over my dick and realize she’s gotten my pants off.

“Give that to me.”

The packet is snatched from my hands, then her hot hands are on my dick, gripping it. I groan, bucking up into her hands. I want her to keep doing that, to keep doing whatever she wants to me.

Then, I feel the roll of rubber over my dick, and I can’t feel her warm hands as well. That thought immediately goes out the window when she rolls onto the bed beside me, tracing her hands down to her pussy.

“Please,” she whines.

I roll over Jess so I’m lying on top of her. She responds by throwing her head back and baring her neck to me. Does that mean I can kiss it?

I do, peppering little kisses up and down her neck. I can feel my dick pressing against her pussy, and it makes me throb so much I almost want to come.

No. Not yet. I can’t come yet.

“Please.” Jess bucks her hips.

I grab her chin, wanting to look at her and see what she’s feeling. Jess’s eyes are squeezed shut, and she’s breathing heavily. There are little furrows between her brows.

“You want me inside you?” I say, lips so close to hers they’re almost touching.

“Yes!” She bucks again.

Anything to please her. If I come, I come. I’ll just try to stay hard long enough that she can get off.

I have to look down, trying to position myself just right. It’s dark, the world is spinning, and my dick has gotten less hard.

Jess groans, and her hand snakes between us. She grips my dick, shifting me so that suddenly, the head is surrounded by tight heat.

I grunt, involuntarily grinding into the sensation.

“Yes, fuck me.” Jess lifts her hips, making more of my dick slide into her. The sensation is earth-shattering. Pleasure lights up all along my groin, and I push so that I’m seated in her as far as I can go.

She lets out a breath of air that sounds happy, and it makes goosebumps run across my arms. She likes it. It feels good.

“More.”

So I do. I pull out of her, almost to the tip, then push back inside. The movement sends pleasure shooting up my spine, and I groan. I want to bottle this feeling up and feel it forever. Does Jess feel it, too? I want her to feel it.

I look at her, but her eyes are still closed.

I slow, hoping she’s okay. She just whines.

So I go back to pumping in and out of her. It feels like heaven, and I trace my fingertips along her collarbone, feathering them down to where her breasts are trapped beneath me. I wonder if she wants me to go further? To play with her clit.

But she doesn’t say anything, and she doesn’t direct me. She lies there, eyes closed. I already feel close to coming.

I draw up so I can reach her pussy. I’ve read enough magazines to know girls like their clit played with. Jess mews, writhing against me. I’m not sure if I’m doing it right, how hard to press, or how fast to go. I try different pressures and tempos, but Jess doesn’t change up her moans. They’re all the same.