The tingle at the base of my spine signals that I'm getting close. I keep up the pace because I can't get enough of the sensations of her heated feminine walls gripping me as I slide in and out. I bury my face in her neck, and she grips me tight around my taut shoulders. A roar rips out of me when I blast inside her, her sex bearing down and gripping me tighter than I thought possible. Her moans, her scent, her soft skin, all of her, pull everything out of me. Just when I think I'm finished, my whole sweat-soaked body shivers, and I am empty of every last drop of my essence.
I roar, long and loud, into the comfort of her soft shoulders and welcoming arms. Her fingers grip my hair while her body continues to cinch around my shaft, setting off more sparks of pleasure.
Spent, I push off the wall and hold her to me, keeping my cock inside its new favorite place. With her wrapped around me like that, I walk us over to a small sofa.
This. This is all I need. To be snug inside of Rocket, her soft, damp breasts brushing my chest, her hooded eyes gazing into mine, full of love, her cheeks flushed.
She might look happy and content, but she's not done with me. And I'm the man to finish her.
Chapter Twelve
Rocket
Nobody has ever fucked me against the door before, let alone carried me while still buried to the hilt inside me after going off like a bomb.
Just as I am beginning to wonder if he's going to fall asleep like this, his eyes take on a mischievous glint.
"Sit back just a little bit, baby."
Trembling at the assertive tone in his deep voice, I obey and scoot just an inch and lean away, trusting him completely.
Jet plunges his hand down to the space where our bodies are joined together, finding my center and roaming his fingers inside my folds.
The air is so steamy in here, but all I feel when I close my eyes is Jet touching me there, making me ten times as hot as this sweltering trailer ever could. Suddenly my pleasure is doubled when he starts to nuzzle my tits through the material of my sweaty T-shirt.
"Tell me how you like it," Jet says, rubbing circles around my clit with the pad of his thumb. "Like that?"
I bite my bottom lip and nod, barely able to utter a whispered "yes."
"Or this?" he asks, using the backs of his rough knuckles to nudge my taut, aching button.
"Both," I whimper.
His soft growl makes my pussy clench down around his shaft involuntarily.
"Fuck me, you're getting me hard again, sweetheart."
His fingers work me over, his mouth enjoying my breasts, kissing me all over my chest, neck, and arms, his other hand holding me so tightly I feel like somebody's treasure. His treasure.
"Open your eyes, sweetheart, and look at me," he says.
When I do, I'm floored. His eyes bore through to my soul. He sees me. I'm nearly overcome at the thought. He sees me, and the thought of this ramps up all of my senses.
"I'm gonna come, Jet!" I rasp.
"Not yet, Rocket. Look down. I want you to look at us."
I gape at him in my haze of lust and happiness, but I do as he says. The sight of us joined together, with his hand working me over, is by far the most erotic fucking thing I've ever seen in my entire life.
I smile. "Aren't we a pair?"
He smiles back at me, and my climax slams into me like a flash flood. "Jet! Oh my God!" It's so powerful I wouldn't be surprised if I looked out the window to realize my little trailer was floating downriver.
As if that weren't enough, Jet moves his hand away while my body is still in the throes of the most amazing orgasm of my life, and, maintaining eye contact, has me watch while he sucks my juice off his fingers.
The sight of my essence on his tongue sets off another wave of trembling pleasure.
"Open that mouth," he says, one hand coming up to cup my breast. "I want to share."
Jet pushes his two fingers into my mouth, and I suck them, my whole body still shaking through powerful aftershocks.
"Look at you," Jet says. "My Rocket is on fire. I can still feel your pussy milking me."
I'm fucking ruined. This man has ruined me completely. I collapse against his chest in the best way possible, his arms wrapped around me.
Chapter Thirteen
Jet
We've wisely taken a break for some water and to wait for the tiny air conditioner to do its thing.
It doesn't take long to cool the trailer down, because there's not much trailer to begin with. Her home is as homey as I would have expected, if not wall-to-wall trophies. Sure, she's got a few trophies and ribbons displayed here and there, but also inspirational quotes, homemade abstract paintings, and photographs of her with someone who looks like an older version of herself. The sofa we were sitting on folds down into her bed, and there's a small television mounted on the wall. The window blinds are accented with curtains that look like she painted them herself. Everywhere I look, there are little touches of her. None of these pageants she enters seem to mean any more to her than any of her other interests.
"Is that your mom?" I ask, pointing to one of the photographs. Rocket putters in the kitchen.
"Yep. I grew up in this trailer with her. She remarried a couple of years ago and moved across the country. I didn't want to move, so she left me the trailer. She always
