Intentions

Chapter 7

     "Fuck, jack." I moaned, as he gripped my waist for support thrusting his length inside of me.

   "Hmmm." He hummed in pleasure, as waves of euphoria had hit me like a truck.

His calloused hands trail over my body, going down where I'd know he would hit my sensitive spot. I arch my back from anticipation and his hands where on there way, stroking and teasing my clit while he mercilessly rams inside me like a maniac.

"Holy shit. Harder, jack." I gripped the headboard for support knowing Jack was about to break the bed whilst we were on the verge of fucking our brains out.

He chuckles as he reaches for my aching nipples, licking and sucking it graciously as I felt a lot of wetness flow from the pleasure, I couldn't seem to hold it any longer.

"Spread those legs wider for me baby. I'm about to fucking blow, god I could never get enough of this sweet pussy."

Jack and his mother fucking mouth that I always get in trouble to and I always find myself having a sexual release.

I purr, as I feel my senses tingle of anticipation. As he continues to thrust getting heavier and harder and before I knew it, I already came and Jack did not hold back.

Our tongues intertwined for the last time leaving a trail of reminder how mind blowing the fucking sex was. We stayed there for a minute, catching our breaths, and staring at each other like it was a friendly contest.

After a minute, he stood in silence and took the condom out of his throbbing member while I heard him took a deep breathe.

          "You are going to be the death of me, cleo."

I scoffed and tried to make a light out of the situation. "I'm flattered."

As usual, he just chuckles. With his tattoos and his body that have been built of working as a mechanic and being on the track, Jack is a fine man alright. Although he is a companion and a fuck buddy, we have never went too serious on any matters to discuss and we were fine on our "friendly" relationship.

Before arriving at the motel he had decided to grab a quick drive through order in In-N-Out with my favorite grilled cheesed and a chocolate shake. Eating naked felt good and I cannot deny that we were some nasty people having a good time.

"How's the new place?" He asked, breaking the silence.

"It's good. You know, mom's been settled." I replied in a brief answer.

"How about the son? Is everything alright with you two?"

I was surprised to say the least. How did Jack knew that my step dad happens to have a fine young man that was a drink of water and not to mention a whole meaning of trouble.

  "How did you know?" I asked.

"You're basically living with one of the most richest people in town obviously we kinda know them." He spoke then slurping the soda as if he was drinking it for dear life.

           God knows with those fucking thrusts, he might pass for an olympian.

"He's bothersome." I spoke not to keen on the topic of the conversation.

"If he tries to do something on you, let me know alright." I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Okay dad." Sensing Jack didn't buy my shit, but thankfully he dropped the topic.

      Men going caveman in a split second, they just couldn't help but be a little too protective for my liking.

   After we ate, we gathered our shit, made our selves look presentable as if it wasn't obvious that we just fucked and probably the whole motel heard us. Getting outside, it was already midnight and I was definitely tired. Because I refused to sleep and avoid spooning at all cost. It just felt intimate to me and an emotional development is the least that I have in mind. I'd rather choose a ride home than to share a bed at the moment.

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For a half hour of a ride my mind dragged me into the oblivion of sleep.

I moaned, feeling disgruntled from the tapping of someone's hands that have come in contact on my shoulder. I blinked and have saw Jack's concerned face, waking me up from my slumber.

I yawned, managed to fully open both my eyes wondered how long I'd been sleeping.

"Shit, how long have I been asleep?" I looked around and the familiar place that I have been living from the pass days was in sight.

Jack smirks. "The whole ride obviously."

"What time is it?" I asked.

"It's 1:30 in the morning." He spoke, as he his eyes searched my features.

"You gotta stop making me your booty call. You're tired, get some sleep." I spoke and he smirks shaking his head as I collected my things and prepared myself to get out.

          "I'll drop your ride tomorrow, for the meantime Logan has taken care of it." He spoke as I climbed out of his car.

            I dramatically cry, thanking him for he made my day. "Thanks, you're the best." I utter.

We waved our good byes and as soon as I was inside the house I couldn't help but feel my senses were tired and I'd be knocked out from the second I would lay on my bed.

            Quietly taking the stairs in a careful manner and not to disturb the surrounding. I successfully settled in bed, falling asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.