5

Three

Jenner

When it came to sex, there was only one role that had been designed for me.

The lead.

I needed the control, the domination, to follow the build and get lost in the release.

It was the only time I could escape the thoughts of work, when I was truly out of my head, when my responsibilities melted away and I was focused on something else.

Right now, my complete attention was on Jo.

And that fucking mouth of hers.

She wanted to know where I wanted it, and at first, I told her I wanted it everywhere. But that direction needed some clarification because my cock was throbbing much harder than my lips.

“Get on your knees.”

A blush moved across her cheeks, reaching as high as her eyes. “You want my mouth on your dick? This doesn’t surprise me.”

“I need to feel how well you suck.”

As she got into position, she took ahold of my shaft, pumping it with her fist. “From your body to this, there’s nothing small about you, Jenner.”

I chuckled.

The moment she’d taken off my clothes, her stare had told me she appreciated how much I worked out. I was certainly a fan of the way she took care of herself—a body built for running with toned limbs and the most flawless ass, perky tits that weren’t any bigger than my palms.

As she claimed more of my cock, I held the back of her hair and said, “It’s yours, Jo.” I wrapped the long locks around my wrist. “And you don’t have to be gentle.” I hissed the moment she surrounded my tip, exhaling, “Fuuuck,” as she licked across my crown.

She swirled over the top edge, and as she lowered, adding more pressure, her mouth became a goddamn vacuum.

“Oh fuck.”

She was taking me in deeper, adding more friction to the tip, licking me like I was a fucking dripping cone.

With my fingers buried in her hair, I tried to guide her.

But she didn’t budge.

This girl wanted to do things on her own.

And if I wanted her mouth, I just had to accept that.

“Hell yes,” I moaned, handing the control right over to her, wondering what the fuck had gotten into me. But that thought dissolved as she dipped to my balls, licking each one into her mouth. “Goddamn it, that feels good.”

When her mouth returned to my cock, her hand twisting over my base, rising to the center to meet her lips, my head fell back.

She wasn’t blowing me like it was her job. She was blowing me like she was trying to get the fucking job.

“Just like that,” I roared.

I urged her deeper, to feed her more of my dick.

She didn’t move.

But the moment I let up, she dived down, giving me the suction I was after.

Bob after fucking bob.

Testing my limits.

Tightening her mouth, keeping her tongue wet like she wanted me to come.

And that was going to happen if I didn’t make her stop.

Her lips made a popping sound when I pulled out my cock.

I immediately reached for her hips and hauled her up against me. My condoms were in my suitcase in the bedroom, so that was where I carried her, placing her on the bed, where she waited while I took one out of the box, tearing off the corner of the foil with my teeth. I rolled it over me as I walked back to her and lifted her in my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist, and I held her against the nearest wall.

I rubbed the outside of her pussy, making sure she was as wet as I needed her to be.

And, goddamn it, she was.

“How fragile are you?” I devoured her mouth before she could reply, needing to taste her before I continued. “I can try to play nice …” I glanced down her chest, the hardness of her nipples begging to be bitten. “But, fuck, Jo, I don’t know if I can.”

“Then, don’t.”

I smiled. “You’re sure about that?”

“No … but yes.”

She moaned as my tip entered her, and I instantly felt the tightness of her pussy. The wetness that soaked across the rubber. The narrowness as I slid farther in.

“Fuck!” Her pussy was holding me hostage, to the point where I didn’t know if I could go in any deeper. “You have the most perfect cunt.”

Her response wasn’t words. It was a sound that vibrated through my goddamn chest.

“Oh God,” she breathed.

Her nails dug into my shoulders, like she was holding on to the reins and I was bucking beneath her.

And that was what happened the moment I was fully inside her.

I stilled for a few seconds, giving her time to get used to my size, and when she lifted her hips, sinking back down over me, it was time to start the pounding.

Our skin slapped together, my balls banging against her, the top of me rubbing against her clit.

Her nails dug in harder. “Jenner!”

She had found muscle, stabbing straight into the center while she tilted her head against the wall, so I went in for her neck, pulling her flesh into my mouth before biting it.

“Oh fuck,” she cried. “I’m coming.”

I could feel it.

The way she was closing in around me.

How she ground her hips to get me in even deeper, each of my strokes allowing me to feel the quiver from inside her.

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted more.

I needed more.

I waited until her orgasm passed, and then I carried her to the bed and placed her on the mattress. While I stood on the floor in front of her, her legs spread around my waist.

“Fuck me,” I roared.

And that was what she started doing, moving her hips, meeting me as I thrust into her.

I didn’t expect the participation, especially after she just came. But she wouldn’t stop; she wouldn’t still.

Pleasure was this girl’s drug.

When it became too much, the explosion threatening to erupt in my balls, I flipped her onto her stomach and crawled up behind her.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I growled after entering her. I knelt on the edge of the bed and gripped her hips, finding a ruthless rhythm. “And so fucking wet.”

I slid into her with no effort—she was that turned on—and I felt her contract with each plunge. From here, I had the perfect view of her body, the sleekness of her arched back, the sides of her tits, the roundness of her incredible ass.

An ass I was dying to be inside of.

I grasped her tit, her nipple teasing my fingers as I pinched it.

She must have liked the sensation because she bucked against me. I did it again, this time harder, pulling, rolling across the tip.

“Oh God!” she shouted. “Yes!”

I moved to the other side, doing the same, and then I lowered to her clit—a spot I knew would give her an even stronger reaction.

The second I touched her there, she slammed against me, her sounds vibrating through the whole room, sounds I couldn’t get enough of.

“Jenner!” she gasped. “Don’t stop!”

Using the pads of two fingers, I shifted back and forth against her clit.

It only took a few passes before I felt her coming.

Shuddering.

“Ahhh!” She paused. “Ahhh!” she yelled even louder.

A tightness came through, constricting each plunge, and then a wetness dripped over me as I continued to fuck her.

And I did.

Without hesitation.

Without mercy.

Without stopping or giving her time to recover from the sensitivity because I wanted to bring her right back to that place.

But not here, not like this.

Once I knew her orgasm had passed, I flipped her around and settled her on my lap. I aimed her pussy over my tip and growled, “Fucking ride me.”

It took her a moment to catch her breath before she really started to pick up speed. She rose to my crown and sank down, circling her hips at the base. While she kept up that pattern, she held my shoulders, her lips hovering near mine. The closeness allowed me to taste her exhales, each one ending in a moan.

“That’s it, Jo. Fuck.”

Now that my hands were free, they could wander, feeling every inch of her body, tracing spots I hadn’t been able to reach before. I started with her ass, clutching the thickness, the curves of her hips, urging her to take me. To fuck me. To let me own that pussy.

Her tits bounced in my face, and I surrounded a nipple, sucking it, flicking the end with my tongue.

“Oh God,” she cried. Her hands dived into my hair, pulling me closer. “Your fucking cock.”

I bit her, holding that little bud between my teeth before I ordered, “Take it.”

If she wanted the control, then she needed to demand it. She needed to ride me with all the strength she had left. Because in this moment, my fucking dick was hers, and that wasn’t something I ever gave up.

“Own it,” I told her. “Show me how much you fucking want it.”