Jessieandjackson Sex Novels & Stories

Christian breathed out. Not wanting it to end, she quickly removed her underwear, to slip his hard c**k inside my wetness. Both of them groan. Feeling agile, Jessie circled her hips, bouncing up and down with Christian, matching her pace. "My mate.'' He grabbed her hips to keep her in place, as he thrusted deeper inside her. I scream out and thrash my head from side to side. Then Jessie woke up to the sound of her own moans. "Are you alright?"

She might even decide to move in with me just to fend him off every time he shows up. “So, what do you think of Logan?” She giggled. “We had sex,” I blurted out, my cheeks flushing as I took a sip of juice. “What?” Her mouth dropped open. “Damn, that was quick.” She giggled again. Jessie wasn’t judging. We were both suckers for fine men. Wherever we were, we couldn’t resist checking them out as they came and went. “How was it?” she asked, a wide smile still on her face.

She wondered as she walked into the en-suite bathroom and brushed her teeth. Jessie from a young age had set a standard in her sexual life. She wasn't going to have sex with anyone whom she wasn't in love with and who didn't love her too. She never felt loved with Jacques, their relationship featured more of Jacques dictating when they were going on a date, where and what they were going to do there. Jessie simply complied with her simply because Jacques was from the Claude family, wealthy and famous in Paris for the tasty eclairs and confectionary products they made.

“You need anything before we go for the round two?” “Round two?” “Uh-huh. Because we’re just getting started.” ***** Brandt gulped two glasses of water in the kitchen and took a minute to grasp the situation. Holy hell, he’d just had sex with Jessie. Jessie. It boggled his mind. Not only that, she’d initiated sex. Not only that, she hadn’t wanted gentle lovemaking—she wanted to be fucked. Hard. Not only that, she hadn’t balked when he’d called her on her bravado, pushing her to put her money where her mouth was.

No more hiding, no more quick fucks in the shadows. Just us, her body under mine on a sun-drenched beach, my big cock filling her as she screamed my name to the waves. I could see it: Jessy in a tiny bikini, her curves on display, me pinning her to the sand, thrusting slow and deep while she whispered, "Harder, Daddy—make me your whore." The idea stirred me, my cock twitching in my pants as I imagined breeding her under foreign stars, her pussy milking every drop.

Yh, we still had sex but at a point Eros said he wanted to stop so he would not hurt the baby. I am so sure I was always annoying and frustrating the man. But he never complained. We decided to do my wedding after the pregnancy. Jessy still visited sometimes, I met her at a coffee shop and she is part of our friend group now. She met this guy when she went for a run once and they have been on few dates. She said she has a feeling he is 'the one'. Whenever she talks about him she always has this smile on her face. I can tell that the guy makes her happy. Though I only met him once and I told him that if he ever made her cry I will feed him his balls.

Acts of the flesh unite our souls through this intimate connection. Jessi sure is pretty, and she sure knows what she’s doing. She keeps the bra on and nothing else while she’s down between my legs, sucking just long enough to get me fully hard. She then straddles me cowgirl style and lets me undo those clips, baring her breasts and sucking on her tits. “Fuck but you are sexy,” she moans, as I ease my way inside her. “Language, Jess,” I rebuke. Then I throw her flat on the mattress and drill her til she’s screaming.

She wanted the real Justice, the man who growled and snarled, who wanted to get loud during sex. She released the back of his hand, reached between her legs and wrapped her fingers around his rigid shaft. “Jessie,” he growled. “Fuck me, baby. Hard, fast. Give it to me.” She used her leg hooked over his thigh to tilt her hips, guided the crown of his cock to rub along the seam of her pussy, rolled her hips as she found the right spot and used

She knew she already had me at hand, and the fact that she still trusted me after the night before, only enchanted me even more. Jessy stood up putting our dishes in the sink, she turned to me and took my hand, pulling me towards her. At first, I thought she wanted a hug, but in fact she just wanted me to follow her. Fast like this, Jessy threw me sitting on the couch. Against the living room window, the rain fell into heavy drops. There was no thunder in the skies, no noise other than the falling water. Jessy approached the couch, sitting next to me. "Is this the moment when we have sex like adult people who will never see each other again? "I asked in a hoarse tone.

I told him, as I wasn’t planning to break up with Lee for him. “Yes, however you want it, Jessie.” “I won’t meddle in your relationship with Sophia just like you won’t meddle in mine with Lee.” I made it clear. “I promise, just sex between two adults who are solely attracted to each other.” He agreed, and I smiled. “Just sex, fun sex.” I loved the idea; I didn’t want to be entangled with the Smith’s. I loved Clinton, and this will help me not lose him completely, although to think of it now, he was still my husband.