23. Jolene

Istood still while he soaped up those big hands with the thick, long fingers and started to drool. I didn't blink, not even when he rubbed those hands all over my front. Usually, I use a washcloth but damn a washcloth, those hands felt just right.

He took his time washing between my legs, then slid one of those fingers inside me, then two, until I was up on my toes and humping away at his hand like a poodle in heat.

I damn near climbed the wall backward when he knelt in front of me and started eating the cooch. "Oh my…. Oh shit…. Oh damn…Oh mercy…. Ooooohhhhh." My eyes crossed, and my legs gave out.

I started to fall and landed right on his dick. He got to his feet with that thing making its way deeper inside me, and all I could do when he pushed me back against the wall was wrap my arms and legs around him and hold on for dear life. Screams sound really different in the shower. If my neighbors could hear me, they'd swear somebody was plucking a damn bird in my house.

I don't know how the shower ended; I just remember him taking my legs from around his ass after he was through washing down my insides with the hose he calls a dick and then being under the water's spray. I pushed all judgmental thoughts aside and just went with the flow.

That's how I ended up holding onto the wall, up on my toes again, getting plowed like a jackhammer from behind.

* * *

That wasthe sexiest shower I have ever had. I came out of the shower stall, holding onto the wall and drawing patterns in the steam with my fingertips. Every bone in my body had dissolved, and I was just a happy idiot. Even if this shit doesn't last, I can go to my grave knowing that I had been fucked half to death at least once in my life.

Now, mind you, I enjoyed sex with Kevin, but I had nothing to compare it to before. I won't ever tell my kids that had I met Damon before I met their daddy, they wouldn't exist.

"What're you thinking about now?"

"I was thinking that if I'd met you before I married Kevin, I maybe wouldn't have married him." Now why would you say that shit out loud, Jolene? Did he fuck you senseless?

"Your ass would've been in jail. When you were eighteen, I was only fourteen."

He don't have to throw my age in my face, but Heyyyyyyyy. "That's right, I'm older than you, so mind your manners, you hear?" He smacked my ass and grinned, and I forgave him. I can't remember what for, but does it really matter?

"Get dressed, wear the softest jeans you can find and a comfortable shirt."

"Why? Where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there." I found some old jeans that were soft as butter and pulled on a white tee shirt with some logo or the other across the front.

"Wear boots or sneakers."

"Why? It's hot as hell."

"You really didn't trust your husband ever, did you?"

"What? What makes you say that?"

"Because you question everything I say."

"Is that what that means? I thought it meant I wanted to know where some stranger that I just met was taking me." My sass is back in full force. Come at me, bro.

I got my ass yanked up. "It doesn't matter how long or short a time we've known each other; once I fucked you, I claimed you. Now stop asking me stupid questions."

There is so much I want to say to him, but I couldn't remember one damn sentence. I decided that it was in my best interest to keep my mouth shut because this one seemed kinda bossy. I think coming here and finding my ex at my door triggered his crazy because what else could be behind his acting like a caveman?

His big old pickup truck took up half my driveway and I felt like a little bitty thing when he had to lift me into my seat. He took the time to pull the seatbelt around me and snap it in place before pulling me towards him for another one of his panty-melting kisses.

I was squirming around in my seat by the time he got in on the driver's side. He turned the engine, wrapped his free arm around my upper thigh, and reversed out of my driveway.

He drove for the next forty-five minutes with his hand there. Every time he made a turn or came to a hard stop, that hand went higher until his fingers were brushing against my cooch through my jeans.

I thought that was his reason for telling me to wear soft jeans until I realized we were headed into horse country. This is where the Uber rich keep their horse farms, and I was excited because I love this kind of scenery for some reason.

Horses in their paddocks and miles upon miles of ranch fencing with grass as green as the hills of Ireland. He pulled onto this long driveway that seemed to go on for miles until we came to a stop in front of this mansion that had to be twice the size of my house, and my house was a good four thousand square feet.

"You live here?"

"Yup!"

"Alone?"

"Yup!" When he helped me down and took my hand to lead me to the house, I saw another house, roughly the size of mine, a little ways back from this one.

"Who lives there?"

"My parents, when they come out. That's the in-law's suite." Bless his heart; he has no idea what that means, I guess because that thing is a whole ass house.

Instead of taking me into the house we walked around back to the stables. There were bunkhouses back there that I guess were for the men I saw moving about with bales of hay and other stuff. There was a trainer in the paddock with a horse, and off in the distance, men on four-wheelers were doing something or the other that I couldn't make out.

He waved at the men we passed, who took off their hats and greeted me. "Ma'am." Before going back to what they were doing. The stables had even more horses to add to the ones I'd seen in fenced-in paddocks that seemed to go on forever.

"This is beautiful." Even the grass smelled better out here, and the air felt fresher even with horse manure. He walked to a stall with the most beautiful roan-colored mare, who was busy eating her food.

She lifted her head with those big, beautiful eyes only a horse can have and gave him attitude. He laughed and rubbed her side, and she butted him playfully. "Hi girl, how are you? You in a good mood or nah?" I think I'm jealous of that horse.

"Have you ever ridden before?"

"Not really, no, I always wanted to, but there was never any time."

"This is Bella; she's three years old and the sweetest thing, aren't you, girl? Unless she's in heat, then she can be a real bitch."

I don't know why the hell he was looking dead at me when he said that but whatever. "Come on, I'll show you how to saddle her up."

"Okay!" That's a big animal. I was a bit skittish the closer I got, but he kept his hand on mine and stayed close enough that I could feel his breath moving the hair at my temple.

My heart was thumping by the time he walked the horse out and lifted me into the saddle before getting on behind me. He took the reins and rearranged me somehow before starting off on a canter.

I felt something hard under me and thought I was sitting on the pommel or something, and then I realized when I looked down between my thighs that I wasn't sitting on the saddle. I was sitting on his dick, and every time that horse moved, I was close to cumming.

Then he went faster, and there was no longer close to shit; I was full-on cumming. I couldn't help myself and started riding his bulge. When the hell did I become a sex-crazed harpy?

I rode that shit until I started to shake like I was having a seizure. I felt a rumble against my back, and his lips twitched against my ear. "You're laughing?" If my feet were on terra firma, I would've flounced my ass far away from him, but it was too far to the ground from way up there on the back of that horse, so all I could do was fold my arms and turn my head away from him.

"Come on, baby, don't be like that. I like that you can't resist my cock, and he hasn't even taken very good care of you yet. Everything we did today was rushed."

Oh? "Tell me more about this not rushing stuff." Look, I'm not stupid, I could either pay a therapist to get whatever hang-ups I have left after the divorce out of my system, or I could let horseman screw it outta me.

"I'd rather show you, but first, we have to get rid of your bed."

"Why? You fucked me in it today."

"That was to assert dominance. That was the last place he fucked you, so I had to erase that first. Now you need to get rid of it, but not to worry, I'll take care of it myself."

* * *

After we werethrough putzing around on the horse about an hour later, I thought he would drive me back to the city, but instead, he took me into his house instead. It was huge, even bigger than it looked from the outside because the back was hidden from view, I guess.

The floors and walls were white and gold marble, but I was hung up on the massive gold and crystal chandelier in the foyer that had to weigh a ton. I'm accustomed to luxury homes; both my grandparents and in-laws own some, and my own home is nothing to sneeze at, but this thing was palatial.

"I'll show you the grounds later, but you're going to start aching any minute, so it'll have to wait. Damn, I should've told you to bring a bathing suit. No matter, you can just wear panties."

"Are we going swimming?"

"No!" He didn't say anything more, and I didn't want to be lectured again, so I just followed him when he took my hand after helping me get undressed.

I didn't realize what kind of room it was at first because all I saw was the surrounding glass and the jungle of tropical plants. Then he pressed a button on the wall, and the hot tub cover retreated, exposing a ten-seater hot tub with more jets than I think I ever have seen on one of these things.

He held my hand as I walked up the few short steps before stepping into the hot water. I guess he knows his stuff because I didn't realize my ass was hurting until I sat down. Not my ass, really, since that had been cushioned by his dick, but my thighs sure were burning like hell.

I must've moaned or made some sound, which I have got to learn not to do in front of him because as soon as I opened my eyes, he was just there. I thought he was after more pussy with his horny self, but he became fixated on my breasts. "I haven't paid these two enough attention, I don't think."

We just met, pace yourself, give yourself some credit… "Ohhhhhhh!" He has got to be the embodiment of go big or go home. I braced myself, expecting the discomfort of being mauled to death or his hands being too rough on the tender flesh that no one seems to realize is tender.

I think most men think they're actually honkers because that's what they heard in some locker room somewhere. Not him. He sucked my nipple into his mouth and played with it with his tongue, and just when my knees were starting to tremble, he bit down just hard enough to sting but not hurt.

He pressed his palm down on that bone over my snatch. I can't remember what it's called now, pelvis, I think, but it sent tingles down my spine that seemed to end between my thighs; everything ends there today, it looks like.

I wanted him to do something, but he kept at that nipple until he was good and ready before moving on to the next one. I tried pushing my panties down and off, but he put his hands over mine. "No, not yet; let me enjoy you first."

My ass. You've been teasing me for three damn hours. First, the truck ride with your hand on my thigh, then whatever that was out there on that damn horse, now gimme. I didn't say those words out loud because who knows what the result would be, but I had to bite my tongue.

I don't know how much time had passed when he lifted me out of the tub and carried me through to another part of the same room, but the next thing I knew, I was laying on my tummy on what I thought was a massage table.

There was an opening for my face, and he put my hands in something that looked like stirrups. I was loose and half asleep by the time he started rubbing some kind of cream into my sore thighs. His hands felt marvelous as they worked the knots out of my flesh.

"Ease up." I did as he asked so he could pull my panties off, but when I started to lay down again, he held me in place with my ass slightly elevated. Then his face and mouth were just there, and he was eating me out from behind.

I couldn't escape his tongue because my hands were tied in that stirrup thing, so all I could do was take it as he drove his tongue into me until I screamed and came all over his mouth and chin.

I was close to tears because it felt so damn good, but not as good as what came next. He pressed a button somewhere on the contraption I was lying on, which brought me perfectly in line with his cock, and then slid that amputated leg into my snatch.

I almost felt guilty at how good he was being to me. Sex had become more of a chore in the later years of my marriage, but this this was no chore; this was something beyond my understanding. A woman in her early forties shouldn't now be coming into her sexual awakening.

Now my breasts that he had tormented into submission rubbed against the softness of the table and tingled as he fucked into me slow and deep with each stroke. I wanted him to go faster, but he was in a teasing mood and just went at his own pace.

I glared at him over my shoulder, even pushed my ass back harder to give him a clue, but he just grinned and winked at me. "Bastard!" He spanked my ass, and I held still in shock. I'd never felt that before, now how to make him do it again?

"Is that all you got, young'un? Oh shit!"

"Too late to take it back now." He spanked my ass red, and I cried and came from happiness while wishing it would never end. I felt his teeth in my back, and it made sense. He's a damn vampire or werewolf hybrid or some shit that can be out in the sun because no man was that hung, and my luck isn't that good. But when I looked at the mirrored wall, he was just a man.

"Damn, your pussy gets wet as fuck." I know, I can hear it; I don't need your commentary. He moved one of his hands from my hip to under my belly and held me in place, and that's when the fun began.

I couldn't move my hands or my feet other than to curl my toes, so I shook my head wildly from side to side. I always wondered what made women in movies do that. Now I know. My whole body was one huge tingle from head to toe, with most of that sensation concentrated between my thighs and somewhere deep inside where his cock was battering away at something.

He leaned over and put his lips to my ear, and even that made my pussy tense up and release. "Later, I'm going to womb fuck you; I'm just stretching you for now."

What the fuck? What the fuck is a womb fuck, and why does it sound so good and yet so scary? Either way, I'm down, so bring it.