Yellow Lines

Chapter 28 - Last Time

My eyes fluttered open to see a very naked Jerry sleeping next to me. I smiled, feeling absolutely content with myself. Here I was on his bed, next to him, covered in crisp white sheets and loving life. Jerry probably covered me because I never remembered doing that. Sighing, I climbed off the bed, careful not to wake him, and tiptoed towards the bathroom.

I paused when an envelope on his dressing table caught my attention. What was it with people leaving envelopes lying around? And after what I found out with Luke, I couldn't help but finding my ass over there and picking it up. The peach-colored paper resembled an invitation because it had two names at the front. Slipping the textured card from the opened flap, I read the details.

Armani Geronimo
&
Siena Porter
Cordially invites

Hugh & Sandra Donovanto celebrate their marriageOnJune 7th, 2020

June seventh? What a floozy. Did she really think he would go through with this? When Jerry stirred on the bed, I quickly returned the envelope to its rightful place and scurried into the bathroom.

Never in a million years I thought I would be in a position like this, and somehow I liked it. I couldn't help but smile like a damn Cheshire cat. The mere thought of Jerry between my legs had me squeezing my thighs together.

Flushing the toilet, I washed my hands.

"Mmm... I thought you left," Jerry moaned.

"Jesus Christ!" I almost reached for the fucking razor. How hadn't I seen him come in when there was a large mirror in front of me? When he looped his arms around my waist, my body magically relaxed and I leaned into him. Jerry was still naked and very much alive because his erection was stiff against my backside.

"Come back to bed..." he begged, nuzzling his face into my neck.

This man was a fucking sex-machine. If he took me again, I may not survive it. I turned to admire his beautiful face and when I opened my mouth to say something, his hot mouth captured mine with hunger like no other. This... I could handle this. He pushed me against the sink, lifting me onto it. God, this man. This beautiful man.

"I want to taste you," he grounded out, his voice hoarse and heavy with need.

Lowering to his knees, Jerry gripped my legs, steadying them. All I could see was the top of his head and part of his forehead. I squirmed against him when I felt his tongue lapping at my folds. His head moved in front of me, sucking, licking, caressing... Oh, God. If I didn't cum for this man, my body would peel to pieces. My legs trembled, begging for mercy, and just when I was about to shove this fucker further into my swollen cunt, he shot to his feet, reached for a condom from the side basket, slipped it on as fast as he could, and plunged into me. I didn't know how many condoms this man had lying around the place, but it was a lot.

Maddened with pleasure, I dug wells into his skin, pulling him close to lessen the space between us. This was good. This was fucking amazing.

"Yes!" I screamed, lulling my head back.

Then his speed picked up, plundering me like a sex god. His breaths were ragged in my ear, but I didn't care. I was being fucked into oblivion and I never wanted him to stop.

Jerry pulled me off the table and sandwiched me against the wall, gyrating his hips and sucking on my neck. I tightened my legs around his waist and clenched my pussy around him, feeling every length, every stroke... This should never end. I wanted this. I fucking wanted this.

His face contorted into a mess.

He was on the edge. I was on the edge. "Don't stop," I moaned into his ear. "Don't..."