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“I can’t believe how good you taste,” I moaned. “So sweet. Fuck, I could eat this perfect cunt all day.”  

My tongue explored her folds, but I took my time working my way up to her clit. Jenny kept trying to hurry things up, but I knew that just meant I had her right where I wanted her. Finally, I let my tongue flick lightly against her engorged clit and then pressed my entire tongue against it, gradually increasing the pressure as she squirmed under my touch.  

Her bud swelled as I took it between my lips and flicked my tongue against it. Jenny’s legs wrapped around me, keeping me clasped tightly against her as if she were afraid I might stop at any second. There was no chance of that happening.  

I teased a finger against her entrance and then slowly slid it inside her wet sex. My finger slipped in easily, but her tight hole grasped it firmly. Jenny groaned loudly when I began rubbing against the upper wall of her tunnel.  

“You’re so tight,” I whispered. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”  

“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Please, I can’t wait any longer.”

I ignored her and went back to sucking on her clit while my finger worked away inside her. I could tell she was close, and I wanted to taste her as she came in my mouth.

Her fingers wove into my hair, but she didn’t seem to know whether she wanted to pull my head away or press it harder against her sex. Eventually she opted for the latter, as she pressed my mouth against her pussy. I slipped another finger inside her as her breathing increased.  

Eventually she started squirming aggressively under me, and I had to use my spare arm to keep her sex against my mouth.  

“I’m coming,” she moaned. “Keep going. God, I’m so close. So close.”  

She could barely breathe now. Her hands gripped hold of the sofa for support, and then she arched her back into the air and came hard. I lapped up the wetness gushing out of her as she shook uncontrollably.  

Finally, her back rested down on the sofa again and the spasms in her muscles subsided. I reluctantly pulled my lips away from her sweet pussy and pulled down my pants. I sheathed myself with a condom from my wallet and crawled up between her legs to kiss her.

Jenny was still panting, but she managed to whisper “fuck me, fuck me” over and over again. My cock teased against her entrance until she used her legs to push me inside her. I moved my hips slowly to push my thick cock deeper and deeper. Many women had complained about my cock being a little thicker than they were used to, and Jenny was tight as hell so it was bound to be a little uncomfortable for her. She did grimace a few times, but whenever I slowed down she gave me a light kick to tell me to go further.

When I was completely inside her, I stopped and admired her underneath me. Her face was red and I could feel the sweat on her chest as I lay on top of her. I had a lot going on in my life, but right now all I could think about was Jenny. As far as I was concerned, I was the luckiest man alive.

I thrust slowly until Jenny got used to my thickness, and then moved quicker when she insisted I stop holding back. Evidently, Jenny was not one for slow sex, at least not with me.  

“Don’t go slow,” she moaned. “Please. I’ve needed this for so long. Just fuck me hard. Don’t be gentle.”  

If I got too aggressive I’d likely hurt her, but I did heed her words of encouragement and started pounding her without worrying about trying to slow down or delay the orgasm that was going to come a lot quicker than it usually did.

I grabbed Jenny’s legs and lifted them up in the air, pushing her knees back to her ears, and then slammed myself against her. Her eyes opened wide as my cock filled her insides and brushed against the same spot I had been rubbing before with my fingers.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned. “I’m not going to last long.”

Jenny looked up at me, too weak after her orgasm to do anything but beg me to go harder and faster. Right then I knew this wouldn’t be a one off. Neither of us would be able to resist this for long. I felt the orgasm rushing forward, but I was helpless to slow it down. Even knowing we would do this again didn’t help. The wait had been too long. Jenny was too perfect.  

I slammed into her one last time and then shook as I came hard, completely filling the condom. Jenny looked up at me panting heavily and I realized she had come again just before or maybe even during my orgasm.

I collapsed on top of her and reluctantly pulled my cock out of her tight hole. If I hadn’t been such an idiot, I could have done that with Jenny four years ago. I didn’t know how much time I had, but I intended to spend as much of that time as possible in bed with Jenny. At this point, I didn’t even care who knew about it.  

Jaxon wanted to take me to a hotel so we could put on a couple of repeat performances, but I didn’t want to do anything that would arouse suspicion. Dad would think it was odd if I didn’t come home and I’m an awful liar. He’d notice something was wrong in seconds.

I barely slept that night. I hadn’t been with a lot of men, but in my limited experience, once I started having sex with someone we were able to do it whenever we wanted. That honeymoon period never lasted as long as I liked, but it was good all the same.  

Jaxon and I, on the other hand, had sex just once and then had to sleep in separate beds. That was the last thing I wanted. My body craved him. I considered sneaking into his room, but the thought of being caught in the act by my dad acted as a pretty good cold shower.

The first thing I did when I woke up was send my boss an email to tell him that I would be spending the day with Jaxon again. I didn’t even bother to make up a convincing story. He would be so excited at the progress he assumed I was making that he wouldn’t care. It struck me as a little odd that I was getting out of work by being honest—sort of—about how I planned to spend my day, but so be it.  

Dad left the house first to open up whichever of the the shops he was going to work at today, but Carrie didn’t leave until ten o’clock. It was just typical of her that she picked today as the one day to leave late. She’d been up late working, so she wasn’t exactly slacking off, but it was still frustrating nonetheless.

I watched Carrie’s car pull out of the driveway from my bedroom window. The second it had disappeared from sight I turned and practically ran to the door, desperate to get to Jaxon’s room as soon as possible. He beat me to it. I hadn’t even made it to my door when he opened it and charged into my room, throwing me down onto the bed.

“You really should have let me take you to a hotel last night,” he growled, as he peeled off the light cotton top I wore in bed. The matching pants soon followed. “I couldn’t sleep last night thinking of what we should be doing.”  

“You’d better make up for lost time then,” I replied, and pulled down Jaxon’s boxers to reveal his stiff cock. I wasn’t sure whether that was just his morning glory or if the erection was specifically for me, but I didn’t much care. It served the same purpose either way.

“I need to taste you again,” Jaxon said, as his tongue headed for my sex.

“No, just fuck me,” I told him. “I’ve been touching myself all night and all morning just thinking about you. I’m soaking wet, and I need you inside me.”

Yesterday had been a day of firsts. Not only had it been the first time I’d had sex with Jaxon, it had been the first time I’d ever come under a man’s touch without having to do any of the work myself. Jaxon had me coming hard in his face before he’d even entered me. I’d been embarrassed, and for a few moments had tried to hold back, but it was too late. I exploded while he sucked on my bud, and then again just before he came.  

Jaxon slipped on a condom and darted between my legs. I’d nearly come at least five times during the night, but each time I stopped myself and promised to save it for Jaxon.  

The second he was inside me, all those orgasms came flooding to the fore and I came hard, my pussy clenching tightly around his thick cock. The orgasm flooded my insides and helped his shaft slide in and out as he pounded my pussy.  

I stared into his eyes as he slammed himself inside me. My hands grasped his back and my fingers dug into his muscles. I probably left nail marks on his skin, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t have control of my body when he was inside me.  

A second orgasm followed quickly after the first, but this time I couldn’t even manage the energy to scream. It overcame my entire body, and I shook under Jaxon as he emptied himself inside me.  

It was a good job we hadn’t stayed in a hotel last night. The sex was phenomenal, but I didn’t know if my body could handle Jaxon more than once every twenty-four hours. He had me gushing just by looking at him, and his cock made me come within minutes.  

Jaxon lay down next to me and I turned to face him, my fingers running over his chest making random patterns against the sweaty skin. His chest moved up and down heavily until he slowly resumed breathing regularly. He was much fitter than me so I was still panting when he looked ready to go again.

“How long until you need to show your face at work again?” Jaxon asked. He played with my fingers and kissed them one by one.

“I said I’d be out for most of the day. They won’t miss me if I don’t show up at all. The worst that can happen is they fire me, and to be honest I’m not sure I care all that much if they do.”

“So we have the entire morning to ourselves then? I like the sound of that.”

“We have the entire
day
to ourselves,” I said. “Dad won’t be home until six at the earliest and who knows when Carrie will come home.”  

“I have an appointment just after lunch,” Jaxon said. “I’ll have to leave about one o’clock.”  

“Who are you meeting? Daisy?” I still detested that women even though Jaxon insisted that she had her uses. I didn’t doubt her competence as an agent, but she certainly wasn’t a great human being. The fact that she clearly wanted to screw Jaxon didn’t help my mood whenever he was around her.

“No, not with Daisy,” Jaxon replied. “It’s just another hospital appointment.”

I sat up in bed and rested against the headboard. “Why didn’t you tell me? I want to go with you.”

“No,” Jaxon replied firmly. “You shouldn’t be there for this one. I’m going alone this time, so Daisy won’t be with me.”  

“I want to be there for you. Stop being stubborn; you can’t go through this on your own.”  

“I might have to undergo some treatment,” Jaxon said. “It might make me sick and I don’t want you to see me like that.”  

“You mean chemotherapy?” I asked, trying to keep my voice strong. I didn’t want to sound scared in front of Jaxon; he was the one undergoing the treatment, not me.

“Radiotherapy,” Jaxon said. “It’s not as drastic as chemotherapy, but it might still make me sick.”

“I don’t care. I’m going with you and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. Anyway, you’ve seen me be sick before, so it’s only fair I see you.”

“I have?”  

“Yes. It was just a few days after you’d moved in to the house when our parents first got together. I wasn’t exactly happy with the situation, so when one of my friends threw a party I took it as an opportunity to get blind drunk. I came home and threw up in the bathroom. You turned the shower on and tried to hide the noise so Dad wouldn’t hear.”

“Oh yes, I remember.”

“You also teased me for days afterwards, but Dad never found out so you did me a favor overall.”

Jaxon smiled and resumed playing with my fingers. He seemed obsessed with them, as if he didn’t have any of his own.  

“You don’t have to do this,” he said. “I handled this by myself last time, and I can do it again.”

“I know you can, but you don’t have to. This time, I’m going to be there with you every step of the way. Talking of support, have you told your dad yet?”  

Jaxon shook his head. I spoke to him yesterday and it turns out he is coming to New York soon anyway, so I decided to tell him then. It’s better he get the news in person instead of over the phone.”

“Will I get to meet him?” I asked. Jaxon had never brought his dad round to the house before because his dad was no longer on speaking terms with his mom. My mom and dad still spoke to each other occasionally, but Jaxon’s parents hated each other as far as I could tell.