Chapter 9

9

JOCELYN

I don't know what it is about Walker that makes me so saucy. That makes me able to say things I never could to anyone else.

That gives me the courage to wrap my leg around his hip, opening wide for that…oh my…unbelievably long, thick cock.

He runs the blunt head against my skin, dipping slightly inside before massaging my clit with the tip. I can't believe how wet I am. It's as if my body already knows what's coming.

His breath is as unsteady as mine as he looks into my eyes and smiles. Then he kisses me gently, softly, as his cock slips back and forth through my wetness. Every time he nudges a tiny bit deeper, until the round head of his cock is wedged inside me.

He watches me carefully. "I need to fuck you so badly, sweetheart." His granite voice sends a zing of electricity through me. "I just don't want to hurt you."

He reaches down, his thick fingers spreading my lips as he continues teasing me, brushing against my swollen button with every careful stroke as he slips in a bit more. Digging my heels into the bed, I raise my hips with his next movement, easing him deeper.

He makes a sound halfway between a chuckle and a groan, then pins my hips down, not trying to go deeper, but rubbing against my clit just the way he did with his fingers. Somehow Walker manages to hit that perfect rhythm with perfect pressure, knowing exactly what I need even more than I do.

He kisses me hard and rough until my body feels weak. His hands are everywhere, pinching my nipple gently, pinning me down, trailing down the hollow of my throat. All while the silky tip of his cock brushes against my swollen button.

I cry out just as I begin to climax, the heat washing through me so hard and fast that I shake. Walker looks into my eyes, waiting until midway through my orgasm to finally plunge deep inside me.

I gasp, clutching his shoulders. It's perfect. It's overwhelming. Everything is tense and tight and then… I cry out again as he takes a second slow stroke, opening my body up for his.

He knows what I need. He even managed to take my virginity without any pain at all, beyond a slight pinch of discomfort that only lasted a split second.

He knows exactly how to make me trust him.

My pussy tightens around him as he moves a bit faster, always studying my eyes. "You feel so fucking good," he groans. He isn't holding my hips to keep me still anymore. He's moving my body against his, grinding us together as the pleasure builds fast.

I'm shocked that my pussy is stretching for his massive shaft, but he's gotten me so wet that it makes things easier. His steady rhythm keeps me pinned to the bed, moaning, panting, eager to find out what it feels like when he comes inside me.

Even more than this intense physical connection, I adore the look in Walker's eyes. He's not shy about sharing his feelings. They are all right there on full display for me to see.

Just as I wonder whether there is a chance this relationship could be real, Walker shifts his angle, grinding against my clit with every long, deep, powerful stroke.

My mind blurs into a soft static buzz of electricity and raw lust. It's like an out-of-body experience – my fingernails gripping the back of his shoulders, my hips working with his. His massive cock finding every point of pleasure inside me, sending me spiraling.

As soon as I start to climax, Walker growls, "Fuck – I can feel you coming, baby. Feel your hot little pussy squeezing me." He increases his pace, thrusting faster, deeper, as my wordless cries grow louder. "So fucking gorgeous. And all mine. My sexy sweetheart."

The feeling of his cock throbbing inside me as thick, warm streams of his seed release… I didn't realize it would be so damn hot. So satisfying .

His shoulders shake, a breathless rasp in his throat as his eyes fall shut for a few moments. Then he groans, kissing me so hard I wonder for a moment if my lips will bruise.

Totally worth it.

His arms scoop around me as he rolls us onto our sides, face to face again. After catching my breath, I dash to the bathroom, then return to cuddle under the blankets with him.

His lips brush the top of my head. "I do want you to be mine, sweetheart. As much as I want to be yours."

I have no response to that beyond, "Mmm-hmm".

He shifts a few times, then becomes very still. At first, I drift off in Walker's arms easily. The deep soothing sound of his breath is incredibly calming. Then my eyes snap open, and I look around the room in the dim glow of the hallway light that I left on.

Riggs made this simple guest room look kind of masculine. Funnily, it reminds me a bit of Walker's house.

That has me picturing that gorgeous wood and glass house. Although all of Walker's furniture is casually styled with clean, comfortable lines, I can tell that everything is top quality. Incredible kitchen appliances. Lavish lighting fixtures. Subtle but expensive details everywhere.

What would he think if he knew that almost all of my furniture was thrifted, although admittedly the large pieces were left out on the street in nicer neighborhoods? One of the reasons I wear dresses so often is that when you find them in second-hand stores, the fit is very forgiving.

Physically, I want Walker so much that I can barely think. But when I do think, my lust is quickly tempered by a strong dose of fear.

I'm broke as a joke, as the saying goes. I don't belong with a man who has his entire life together.

If this relationship has any chance of being real, I'm going to have to slow things down and wait a long time until I pay off my student debt. It just wouldn't be fair to start off with such a huge difference between us, money-wise. Although I don't think Walker would use finances as a weapon like so many other men, it feels wrong to be so unbalanced if we were to begin something with future potential.

Sigh. I wonder if people really do buy kidneys, and what the going rate is?