He was still bleeding inside.
I could tell he blamed himself for what had happened to his wife. Somehow, in his mind, it was his fault.
Jackson Ritter was a good man.
He just needed a good woman to make him realize that.
I got to my knees in front of him and put my hands on his thighs.
Starting into his eyes, I said, “Maybe you just need a new muse.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN: Jackson
Amy Lynne got to her knees in front of me. Her hands rested on my thighs. Her brown eyes were soft as moonbeams as they stared into mine.
I could resist her no more.
I leaned forward and took her face in my hands.
I pressed my lips to hers.
The kiss was soft at first. Our lips brushed together lightly.
Her tongue slid across my bottom lip.
My tongue responded by slowly probing into her sweet mouth.
I felt her hands sliding up my thighs toward my cock, which was growing hard in my jeans.
The kiss became passionate and our tongues began to duel.
We were both breathing hard, panting.
Her hand found my cock and I gasped.
She smiled against my lips.
She pushed me back in the chair and quickly unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans. I lifted my ass off the chair so she could pull the jeans and my boxers down my legs. I kicked them away and spread my legs so she could move in closer.
As I held my breath, she wrapped her fingers around my cock and slowly began to slide her hand up and down.
CHAPTER TWELVE: Amy Lynne
Jackson’s cock grew harder in my hand.
The shaft was long, thick, and veiny.
The head was like a great crimson mushroom that blossomed at my touch.
I watched his face as my fingers slid the skin up and down over the rigid shaft. His eyes were closed. His mouth was open. His breath came in little bursts.
I slid my hand toward the head of his cock and squeezed. The head mushroomed larger and turned dark. A little drop of juice appeared from the slit. I lowered my mouth and sucked it away.
“Fuck, yeah…” Jackson moaned as I took the head of his cock into my mouth and slowly pumped the shaft with my hand. “Your lips feel so fucking good on my cock…”
I smiled with my mouth full. I’d never been with a man who talked during sex, other than Randy’s grunts. I decided to play along.
“Do you like that, baby?” I asked as my other hand found his balls. They were tight and full. I fondled them gently for a moment. I tweaked the skin between my fingers. His chest went up and down. I heard him sigh.
“Yes, fuck, that’s amazing,” he sighed.
My hand went under his T-shirt and found his nipples popping from his chest. They were hard, like little pebbles. I rolled one under my thumb for a moment and then dug my fingers into his chest.
His cock felt wonderful in my mouth.
I wanted to take it all in.
I got to my knees and held the base of the shaft with my hand. Then I lowered my mouth to his cock head and slid my lips over the shaft an inch at a time.
Jackson’s cock was long, at least nine inches, but I was determined to take it all into my mouth.
I began bobbing my head up and down, soaking it with my spit, taking in a little more each time.
When I felt the tip of his cock touch the back of my throat, I gave a satisfied sigh. That was as far as it went…
I felt Jackson’s hands on my shoulders.
I let his cock slide from my lips and glanced up at him.
“I want to taste your sweet pussy,” he commanded. “Get these clothes off. Now.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Jackson
I hated to interrupt the best blowjob of my life, but I wanted to play, too. I wanted to see Amy Lynne naked and spread out before me like a pussy buffet. I wanted to bend her over my writing desk and fuck her sweet cunt from behind, just like in my dream.
She got to her feet and pulled her T-shirt over her head.
She unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms.
Her tits fell free.
They were large and natural, milky white, with dark areolas and nipples like pink thimbles.
She slid her sweatpants and panties down her long legs.
Her body was young and toned and perfect.
A neatly-trimmed vee of black curls directed my eyes to her clit.
I couldn’t wait to have it between my lips.
I tugged off my T-shirt and threw it aside, then slid to my knees in front of her. She leaned back against the desk and spread her legs for me.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, letting my hands explore her body. I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples between my fingers. She closed her eyes and moaned.
“Do you like that?” I asked. I brushed her clit with my lips. “Do you like it when I squeeze your big tits? Do you love it when I squeeze your nipples?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes.”
“Tell me,” I said. “Tell me what you like.”
“I love your hands on my tits,” she said. “I love it when you squeeze my nipples.”