Falling for the Jerk (Falling in Love 2)

Once he had the butter cut in, he added some water and made a ball of pastry dough.

“Have I impressed you so far?”

“You have. I’m quite shocked right now,” she said. “I may need to take this class you’ve been to.”

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, babe. I will teach you everything I know.” He gave her a wink, and her cheeks heated at the innuendo in his voice. Not only could he teach her a great deal in cooking, she was sure there was still lots for her to learn in the bedroom as well. Her mind went instantly to the bedroom. “I love seeing you blush.”

“You’re doing it on purpose. You know what you did.”

“It all depends on if you want to learn.”

“What do you have to teach me?”

“So many things.”

He cleaned the counter after placing the dough in the fridge. She watched as he weighed all of his filling ingredients into a bowl, and was impressed that he didn’t even need to see a cookbook. Everything came naturally to him. He placed it on the counter and moved toward her.

“The question is, Molly, do you want to be taught?”

“I do,” she said. She didn’t even allow herself time to think.

“Take off your clothes.”

“All of them?”

He nodded.

“Right now?”

He nodded again.

Standing up, she slowly began to remove her boots, kicking then to one side before going for her shirt. She took her time, but Dale didn’t rush her. He seemed more than happy to keep on watching as she got naked. The shirt was gone, and she wriggled out of her jeans. With those clothes, she folded them up and placed them on the back of the sofa.

Glancing up at him, she saw him raise a brow.

Without saying another word, she removed her underwear and socks, standing before him naked.

“Touch yourself.”

“Don’t you have a pie to finish?”

“I’ve got about half an hour before I have to worry about rolling it out. Touch your tits.”

She’d never done this with anyone watching. There had been a few times she’d stared at her reflection and seen the changes within her body. She was no longer a girl anymore. After carrying two children, she had a lot more weight on her, which she didn’t mind. The stretch marks were reminders of her pregnancy, which she loved. She cupped her breasts, feeling the weight of them in her palms. They had been the biggest change. She’d always been a larger girl in the chest department, but in recent years they’d gotten bigger.

“Touch your nipples, pinch them. Show me what you like. Show me what gets you so wet it’s hard for you to think.”

Closing her eyes, she touched her breasts, doing as he asked as she pinched the nipples, making them burn and ache.

“That’s it,” he said. “So pretty. Now touch your pussy.”

Slowly, she slid her hand down her stomach before feeling her pussy. She’d never been able to wax her lips as it had always looked too painful, and she’d heard a few women scream while doing it. She’d also done a tester on her leg to see if it wasn’t that bad, and she’d screamed as if she was being murdered, and decided some hair was not a problem.

“Slide a finger between your slit, and touch your clit.”

She followed his instructions, gasping as the pleasure was instant from her own touch.

“I need to see this.”

Molly opened her eyes as he caught her arm, moving her toward the center of the living room.

He eased her down on the large wooden coffee table, being careful as he did so. She didn’t fight him. His touch had aroused her, and when he took a seat on the sofa near her feet, that arousal only increased.

“Spread your legs, Molly. I want to see that pretty pussy that has only had my cock inside.”

Licking her dry lips, she spread her legs, and watched his gaze as it moved down her body, stroking her as if it was his fingertips. She couldn’t help but gasp as he stared at her pussy.

“Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

Reaching down, she opened the lips of her sex. This was … out of this world. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, or that she was doing it in front of him and loving it.

“You want me?” he asked.

“Always.” She’d agreed to be honest, and she had no intention of holding back.

“Touch your pussy. Slide your fingers across your clit, and then down. I want to see you fucking them.”

She stroked her pussy, following his instructions, and feeling her arousal begin to build.

“Do you want my cock in your pussy?” he asked.

“Yes.”

“Show me where?”

She pushed two fingers this time deep inside her, and cried out at the instant shot of pleasure from his touch as his fingers stroked her clit.

“I just can’t resist touching you, Molly. Seeing you come is one of the best delights I’ve ever had.”

She opened her eyes and stared down at him. His finger stroked back and forth across her clit, and she bit her lip.

“Let me hear what I’m doing to you. Let me hear what you need.”

“Please, Dale. I need you.”

“You want me?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes!”

He stood up, and she watched as he opened his jeans, pulling out his already erect cock. The tip was leaking pre-cum, and she couldn’t resist. Sitting up, she wrapped her fingers around the length, watching as she ran her hand up and down his length. His pleasure spilled out of the tip.

Flicking her tongue across the tip, she tasted him, swallowing down his pre-cum, and then taking all of him into her mouth, closing her eyes as he hit the back of her throat.

“Oh, fuck, baby.”

She’d never sucked a man’s cock before, and Dale was her first. He was her first for so many things.

His hand sank into her hair and wrapped the length around his fingers.

She took him to the back of her throat before pulling back. With his hold on her hair, Dale showed her exactly what he liked, and how she could take him.

Pulling off his cock, she licked down the thick vein at the side before coming up to take him into her mouth. “So fucking sexy,” he said.

She looked up at him as she still had his dick in her mouth, and she heard him hiss.

Smiling around his cock, she took him one more time, and then eased off him, running her hand up and down his shaft.

“I’ve never done that before.”

She saw the wicked glint in his eye.

“I’ve got no problem with you practicing.”

“I want to be perfect at it,” she said, sucking on his dick. She used her teeth, and he gasped.

“No teeth, less teeth.”

She touched her lips to his shaft, and he groaned. She loved driving him crazy, hearing the sounds that he made when she took him just a bit harder, or used her teeth lightly around him.

The grip in her hair tightened, and instead of hurting her, it made her want him even more.

“Oh, fuck!”