Loving Jacob (Breathless 5)

“No, we’re in here alone,” I said.

Her legs spread eagle, and her hands flung around my waist pulling me into her.

My head nestled in her nape. I unbuttoned my pants, cupped her voluptuous ass in my hands and filled her sweet cunt to the brim. I sucked her neck hard, leaving a new mark of my love along with the many others she had in various stages of healing. I kissed circles around the bruises and basked in the splendor of her sweetness. She didn’t deny me of what I hoped would always be mine, and for that I was a fortunate man. We would get through the storm ahead. It was a must.

“I will always love you, Destiny,” I said, taking my time to kiss her lips thoroughly. “Forever, I will love you more than anything of this earth.”

“I love you, too, Jacob,” she said.

“Forever?”

“Forever,” she answered, and if it was even possible, she coated my cock with more of her sugary juices and rode my waves from below in perfect harmony.

I snuggled my face against hers, inhaling her exhale as I slammed my dick into her tight walls.

“Oh Jacob!” she cried out as I pounded at a pace that caused her to get wetter and hotter than ever.

“My pussy is so good,” I told her. “Give me that sweet pussy. Give it all to me, my love. All of it,” I roared like a raging maniac as waves of decadent bliss took me on to the promised land.

“Harder,” she muttered against my ear, and I thought I would lose all the good sense the Good Lord gave me.

“Take it all, my love. It’s all for you,” I said as I answered her request with a vigorous pounding into her tender hole. The full length of my dick entering and exiting her suctioning cunt excited me to no end.

My balls tightened. Her melodic moans and whispers summoned the cum out into her fertile womb. Her powerful release squirted onto the seat as I unloaded my seeds into her welcoming cove. Her body shook as my hot cum gushed into her canal. We were trying to get pregnant and I hoped that would be the moment I unleashed a winner inside the woman I loved. I wanted to give her a baby, so we would be bonded by our love evermore.

Chapter Four

Destiny

My gut told me to demand to be taken home. However, I lived in the moment and followed Jacob inside Tazi's Cafe in downtown Atlanta wearing only a tank top with his jacket covering it. We had more important things to do than eat desert but there I was lagging a step behind my man. He reached his hand back to bring me close to his side.

“Come on, baby,” he looked at me like he did the first day we met.

I melted instantly.

Jacob approached the counter in a measured stride.

The sneaky grin on the white-headed woman standing behind the counter waiting for us let me know she either saw us having sex in her parking garage or she had an instinct that we were doing it.

“Hello, Mrs. Jefferson, so great to see you again,” Jacob spoke.

“Hey Son. Glad to see you love birds again,” she smiled from ear to ear and winked at me.

She saw us.

“Thanks to your good cakes, I met my sweetheart that I will love the rest of my life,” Jacob said. His hazel eyes were on fire when he looked at me, singeing every spot on my skin that he kissed in the car.

To stop the shockwave of heat surging through my body, I said, “Hello Mrs. Jefferson. Nice to see you again, too.”

“Oh, you two can stop it with that Mrs. Jefferson mess. Destiny, sweetheart, come over here and give Mama Tazi a hug,” she said, smiling and opening her arms widely. I walked into her embrace and she hugged me, tugging me side to side. “You look beautiful,” she said once she released me.

“Thank you,” I blushed.

“Now, Jacob, I have everything ready for you,” she said walking back behind the counter to grab a tray of her devil food. “…and you know I stayed late just for you, honey. Wouldn’t even do it for President Obama, but your grandmother was such a good friend of mine, so that makes you family.”

“Uh, I appreciate you setting up everything I asked for on such short notice,” Jacob said, motioning with his hand to the table we sat at the first time we visited Tazi’s. A unity candle like the one at our wedding sat in the middle. “…but would pack it in carry out bags for us? Destiny is extremely tired and I don’t want to keep her out any later.” Jacob squeezed my hand before giving me a quick look.

“Oh, that’ll be no problem. I bet she is mighty tired, Jacob,” Mrs. Jefferson said, glancing at me bobbing eyebrows and a telling smile.