BootsandPromises by MylaJackson Page B

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    Jesse’s hand slipped up over her
hip to cup one of her breasts and he stirred against her, his cock nudging her
bottom. “Hey darlin’,” he said in his slow southern drawl that melted Ella
every time he spoke. “Whatcha thinkin’?”
    She swallowed the lump knotting in
her throat. “How much I wanted you to wake up and make love to me.”
    His chuckle rumbled in his chest,
vibrating against her back, his breath stirring the tendrils of hair on the
back of Ella's neck. “Hmmm. I don’t know if I have it in me,” he said.
    Ella scooted backward, fitting his
shaft into the crease between her butt cheeks. “I think you have the right
equipment for the job. I suppose you don’t have the right motivation.”
    His fingers squeezed the tip of her
nipple. “What kind of motivation do you propose?”
    She grabbed a condom from the ready
stash on her nightstand, rolled over to straddle him and planted her knees on
either side of his hips. “Is this more inspiring?”
    Jesse smiled up at Ella, as she
tore open the packet and removed the rubber.
    With her hands poised to slip the
condom down over his stiff, hard member, she couldn’t help thinking this might
be the last time, and her heart clenched.
    Jesse caught her hands. “Darlin’,
I’ve been thinking…we need to talk.”
    Ella laughed, the sound more of a
sob. She couldn’t let him declare his love one more time. The pain would be
more than she could bear. “Don’t talk, just love me.” She shook off his grip,
slid her ass down his legs and took his long, thick length into her mouth.
Cupping his balls, she massaged them between her fingers.
    His eyes closed and he breathed
deeply, his chest rising and falling, his hips lifting beneath her, pressing
deeper until he bumped against the back of her throat. “Really, Ella, we should
talk.”
    She worked his scrotum, her fingers
squeezing, releasing. Her mouth slid up his cock, her tongue swirling around
the head, catching the bulbous rim. Ella stuck the tip of her tongue in the
hole, tasting his pre-come, her own body awash with heat. “You really want to
talk when we could fuck?” she said around his hard dick.
    “Baby, you know I can’t resist when
you talk dirty.”
    “Then ride me, cowboy.” Her throat
tightened but she forced the words past the lump. “Ride me like there’s no
tomorrow.”
    He bucked beneath her, shoving back
into her mouth, his hips driving upward, over and over.
    She could feel his body tensing,
his cock increasing in size and thickness until the shaft was so hard, it had
to hurt.
    Then he pulled Ella off, laying her
down beside him. "You first."
    "No, it's okay, really," she
protested, afraid she'd lose control of her emotions if he was too nice.
"I love it when you come first."
    He pressed a finger to her lips and
replaced it with his mouth, his tongue thrusting inside, swirling around hers
while his hands cupped her face, holding her as if she was something precious.
    Jesse always made Ella feel like
the center of his universe. She swallowed a wave of tears lumping in her
throat.
    His mouth shifted off her lips and
slid over her chin, maneuvering a path downward along the long line of her
neck, stopping to test her pulse at the base of her throat.
    Without too much pause, he
continued to her distended nipples, taking one between his teeth, biting down
gently, tugging at the turgid peak until Ella's back arched off the bed,
pushing more of her breast into his mouth.
    He leaned to the side, a hand
slipping over her ribs, past her bellybutton to the thatch of hair covering her
pussy.
    Ella's belly tightened, her thighs
twitching, her core aching for more of Jesse. "Please," she begged.
    "Please what?" he asked,
his breath blowing over her dampened nipple.
    "Enough foreplay, fuck me
already."
    He shook his head, his fingers
stroking the curly hairs at the apex of her thighs like a man would stroke the
fur of a kitten. "Patience, little one." He bent to take the other
nipple