His Next Trick

Serious all of a sudden, but still hard as nails under my own.

“A family,” I echo back.

We’ve barely gotten to third base, and Jett’s already wanting to hit one outta the park.

“Isn’t that what you want?” he asks, his eyes blazing with an intensity that’s not just his own need either.

I feel my head nod before I say anything because he’s right.

If I’m a hundred percent honest with myself, I have always wanted a family of my own, even though I’m just twenty-one.

“I just never thought…” I murmur, but Jett’s voice breaks my thought.

“Neither did I.” He beams. “Isn’t it great!”

I open my mouth to say something, but I’m already aware of just how we both blew the whole ‘go slow’ thing.

At this rate, Jett will have me barefoot and pregnant in a few weeks.

I shiver internally at the thought, as well as feel him flex in my hand.

“Let’s start with this.” I smile, pulling his cock forward, amazed at how hard he is and just how much it changes with each movement I make.

“I guess I am getting a little ahead of my—” he stops short, catching a breath when I find just the right spot.

Filing the information away for later so I can please him even more.

“I’m saving this for you, Penelope,” he reminds me with a playful growl, pawing at my chest instead.

“Plus, I still haven’t seen these yet either,” he teases me, making us both laugh as we grapple playfully. Eventually finding ourselves locked in another deep embrace.

His whole body is an extension of his manhood. Rippling and throbbing in time. Making me feel small, soft. Even a little frail but protected.

Very, very safe and very, very happy.

How can one day make such a difference? And it’s not even anywhere near finished.

Can I be excited? Can I believe this is happening now?

I think I can, but I know I’ve still got a long way to go before I can change the habit of always expecting the worst from people and situations.

But Jett isn’t like anyone else, and the situation we’re in right now?

I think the majority of people would give anything for just a second of it.

So I say bring it.

“I guess we could spend some time together… maybe even get to know one another a little better first,” Jett concedes but promises me he’s gonna put a baby in my belly the minute he comes up with the perfect setting for my first time.

There are three words that spring to mind as he tells me all this. But a lot like Jett’s early bird family idea it’s maybe a little soon to tell I love him, let alone tell him that.

But I do.

I’ve loved him as long as I can remember as a fan, but now I know it's much deeper than that.

The thought flashes across my mind that we could go to my place.

But I have enough trouble accepting the fact I have to live there, let alone have Jett see it.

And there’s no way I’d want him seeing inside the place. I’d die from embarrassment.

The sound of the driver coming back to the car, letting himself into the driver’s side makes Jett groan.

“Probably best we save this for later anyway,” he murmurs to himself, making himself decent again.

The driver is surprised and even embarrassed we’re back in the car waiting for him instead of the other way ‘round.

“I’m sorry Mr. Masters. I just needed a bathroom break then I got an urgent call,” he explains over the intercom once Jett lets him know where he wants to go next.

Jett isn’t bothered, and directs him to take us downtown, to another area I’ve heard about plenty of times but never seen.

It’s almost as if you’d need a limo or a platinum card to even be allowed on the streets on that side of town.

Millionaire’s row or whatever they call it.

I recall his ‘needing to pick up a few things’ and figure any time or anyplace with Jett is fine by me.

As long as I don’t have to go back to work today or even think about going home, for now, I’m happy.

A day off is a rare thing for me, but to have Jett for the whole day too?

It feels like heaven already, plus I have a nagging feeling that Jett isn’t gonna just drop me home once he’s done.

But I have to push the thought to the back of my mind.

One major earth-changing shift at a time, please.

My first kiss and orgasm in the space of half an hour should be enough to see me ready for bed, but it's clear Jett has our whole day already mapped out in his mind.

Riding in silence for a while, I jump a little when his hand casually slips underneath mine, intertwining his massive fingers with mine.