He hammered into me and it felt too good to describe. His balls bounced on my ass as his dick ripped me open over and over again. He was quick and precise and every time he hit the sides of my walls I wanted to curl up in a ball.
This young man could fuck. His energy, passion and sex skills terrified me. Tonight I loved being afraid. My body hadn’t had this much live-action in forever. My pussy lips were becoming more sensitive and I couldn’t hold on to my orgasm. I had to come. I was going to come and when Jason pressed one of my legs flat on the mattress I couldn’t hold on even longer. A fierce orgasm rippled through my body and burned a gaping hole in my heart. This dick was so good it was too much.
Jason dropped my other leg. My pussy wasn’t done with him. My insides contracted and held him in my darkest tunnel. Jason twitched every time my pussy shuddered around him. Six contractions later Jason collapsed on top of me. I thought I could feel his cum ooze into my body but it was all probably my imagination. His sweat drenched me and it smelled like lemon tea. I couldn’t help myself I licked his neck. I liked tea.
Chapter 12
KATRINA
That wasn’t a dream. I couldn’t even dream of sex that magically delicious. Before I could open my eyes my brain did a little recap of the previous night. There was sex, lots of sex. I wasn’t ready for all the sex. Good was an understatement. He made my body come to life. My libido was resurrected. I didn’t remember sex ever being like that and I had a few dicks in my life. Jason’s sex was far better than what I got when I was married.
I didn’t know how I was supposed to feel in the aftermath. I couldn’t fathom what it meant because I’d never been in this situation before. All my musings had to wait. I knew I wasn’t alone in my apartment because I could hear him moving around.
I finally opened my eyes and let them adjust to the daylight beaming in through the window. I sat up with a clear understanding that I was completely naked under this thin bed sheet. I cared how I looked and tried to smooth my hair down and tuck it behind my ears.
I didn’t want to dwell on the fact that I slept with a man twenty-something years younger than me. Twenty-something sounded better than twenty-four. That’s a huge age difference, but true to form Jason made me forget all about Erik. I little chuckle almost escaped my chest. A cheesy smile would spread over my face if Jason weren’t moving around my apartment.
Jason sauntered into my bedroom dressed from the waist down. His hair was a bit messy. He looked like he hadn’t banged my back out several times throughout the night and early in the morning. As if he hadn’t locked me into doggystyle for twenty minutes straight and pounded me so hard my knees started to give out. Whoo chile the memories!
“Hey.”
“Hey.” I held the sheet up to cover my breasts. They were still sensitive from his overzealous mouth action.
In seconds, Jason was standing over me. I stayed very still while he placed both hands on my cheeks and kissed my forehead.
“I would’ve made you breakfast but I can’t cook— at all. My uncle is ringing me like a mad man. I have to go home. You have a few hours before the shop opens if you want to go back to sleep.”
I cleared my throat and looked away from his chest to his eyes. “Your uncle, he’s calling you?”
“Yes, he’s calling me.”
“Okay, I can open up by myself.”
“Of course you can.” He grinned.
Jason walked across the room to the chair in the corner. I had another chance to admire the snake tattoo. Oh my God! He had long deep scratches all over his lower back. One of the scratches was oozing blood. The scars were fresh and I knew exactly who did it. It wasn’t a wild feral animal that attacked his back. It was me. I was the wild animal.
He grabbed his t-shirt off the edge of the chair and turned back to address me. His muscles flexed as he pulled the black shirt over his head. A Rolling Stones tee wasn’t what he wore yesterday. He had a change of clothes? My mind kept flashing back to the orgasms. The visions were making it hard for me to be present in the moment.
“I’ll be back in a few hours.”
“Okay,” I said. If only I had a few more words to add. “Do you need a ride?”
“No, I’m good.”
Yes, ma’am, he was good. His dick was so dynamic I almost offered him my car. Looking up at him, he seemed like his mellow self. I was the one that was exhausted. I could definitely go back to sleep and stay that way for at least four hours. I wasn’t sure I had a full two hours of sleep counting back from the last time he was inside me.
Jason snatched his backpack off the floor and tossed it over his shoulder.
“Hey, Kat, I’m sorry I was a bit rough with you. I haven’t had sex in a very long time.”
What did a twenty-year-old man consider a long time? Why did he stop having sex? When did he start having sex for this first time? His skill level was well beyond his age. I had too many questions but I wasn’t going to let them ruin this for me. Getting completely ravished was too pleasurable to be diminished by my silly questions.
“You’re okay right.” He asked.
“Yeah, I’m good.” I tried to sound cool, normal, and unfazed. I tried to sound like my pussy wasn’t sore.
He started grinning and I couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Shit, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
I didn’t
