Chapter 50

EYES OPEN

LOU

He grinned. "I'll show you." I took his hand as he led me to the bed and pushed me backward as he guided me there. As he dropped to his knees and opened my legs, I landed with a bounce and a giggle, my hand across my eyes.

My stomach tightened and my pussy tingled in anticipation when he lowered his head. His mouth was so damn close that I could feel his breath against the lace of my panties.

He said, "Fuck," grunting. I totally missed this.

His tongue found my clit through the fabric, tensing my entire body. My hands grasped his head, his hair spiky against my fingers.

I hissed, "Shit." Oh my god, Jameson.

Before his teeth nipped the lace and pulled it away, he sucked at my pussy through my panties, driving me absolutely insane. I felt the heat of his breath against my desperate little clit as he wrapped his fingers around my slit and spread my lips wide.

His tongue's touch was electric.

“Yes!” All my reservations vanished as I squealed. Please, God! Oh my goodness!

His tongue was working fucking magic as he pushed two fingers into me. As his mouth drove me insane, I started jerking my legs and grabbed the bed sheets. His fingers fucked me nice and hard, and I could hear my own wet pussy. He pushed in a third and bent, and his knuckles squeezed something, squeezed something inside that felt better.

This. It was novel.

This was entirely novel.

Relax, he advised. Allow it to occur.

As he worked his fingers, his knuckles were grinding in a spot that made me want to pee, and I yelled out.

He said, "That's it." Lou, that's so fantastic.

He lit me on fire when he took my clit between his lips. As I lost myself in the sensation, I hissed a series of expletives as I clenched my thighs around his head and arched my back.

I went off like a rocket, bucking, hissing, and thrashing my legs as he worked that fucking spot. "Jameson... Jameson, I'm going to..." he said. Waves of pleasure swept through my entire body as the pressure inside burst and the sensations became so intense that they took my breath away.

As he kissed me up, I collapsed in a sagging mess of limbs, my breath was sharp and loud, and I had a big, fat smile on my face.

I didn't even notice when he kissed my flabby belly with his lips.

As he went by, he unfastened my shirt button, and the fabric split, exposing my tits in all their glory. I watched his eyes as he absorbed them, and all I saw was hunger.

My heart began to flutter once more as a result.

I shifted and squirmed until he was positioned at my pussy after his cock hit my thigh. I reached between us, grabbed his dick, and worked my way up and down his thick shaft. His eyes were glazed and his face was over mine.

I said in a whisper, "Fuck me." Kindly fuck me.

I squeezed him even harder when he pushed into my hand. As he lowered his mouth to my tit and devoured me, I continued to squeeze. I moaned for more as he sucked hard with my nipple between his teeth and his tongue flickering.

He then gave me a kiss.

As if he wanted me, he kissed me.

I reciprocated his kiss as if I were the only woman in the world.

I directed his cock toward me, and he slightly pushed in, stretching me to the point where I groaned against his mouth.

I wrapped my ankles around his calves to push him forward as he gently rocked his hips.

He stated, "Wait." A rubber was taken out by him as he reached into the drawer by the bed. It's safer to be safe than to fail.

Who would be sorry?

Putting aside the crazy part of me that wanted Jameson's dick inside of me raw and wanted to feel him come inside of me and fill me up with another beautiful baby like the two he'd already given me, I fought my own insanity.

Officially, I was losing my mind.

Absolutely insane.

I gestured. "It's safer to be safe.

This time, he didn't hold back as he tore the foil and pulled it out to put the thing on. He pushed in deeply while bracing himself above me. I grunted and squirmed like a needy whore as he slammed that big dick all the way inside because it felt so good.

This. I had this in mind.

This is exactly what I needed.

He set himself on his lower arms, his face in mine, and I folded my legs over his midriff as he hammered me again and again.

It was tough, it was thick, it was harsh, it was absolutely incredible, and I demanded more, demanded he fuck me so badly, and dug my nails into his shoulders. Jameson, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Oh God, I just want to fuck you!

He repositioned himself, rocked me backward, and slung my knees over his shoulders, and he was so deeply in there that he was slamming me.

I loved how it hurt as he slammed all the way home, so I gritted my teeth and took him. As he took me with everything he had, his balls slapped my skin, his breath came in rapid grunts, and his forehead pressed tightly against mine.

In the same way that he usually held mine, I touched his face with my palms against his cheeks. When I dared to look into his eyes, I saw the same Jameson I had loved all those years earlier.

The same Jameson who had adored me to the point of pain.

I adored how painful it was.

He was risky because he was like a hurricane. It's so dangerous.

He said, "I'm coming." Lou, fuck... fuck."

I held his face firm, needing to see it, needing to see each snapshot of delight all over. As he emptied his balls inside of me, he closed his eyes and held his breath, the smack of skin against skin being so fucking loud.

Just it wasn't inside me.

I absolutely adored watching him arrive. As he rode the climax all the way to the end, I adored every moment of his rapture.

As he collapsed onto me, his sweaty, hot skin and rapid heartbeat gave me a smile. I could feel it as I wrapped my arms around him. Everything was palpable to me.

Until he calmed down, he remained inside of me, touching my cheek to breathe.

He smiled when he raised his head once more, his warm eyes fixed on mine.

He stated, "I missed you.”

***

My eyes shot wide open, and I was panting. I could hear the IV machines beeping in the background, and as I pulled the breathing mask from my face and looked left, there he was, Jameson, his head resting on my bedside, and his hair brushing my thigh. His fingers held mine, and he was fast asleep like a child.

What was this thought? Why did I dream about having erotic sex with Jameson Watkins even in my state? I blinked back the urge to wake him and just remained still. My mother wasn’t in the room, and neither was Lou.