I couldn't get enough and Jeffrey seemed to feel the same. His lips on mine was enough to bring out the flame in me, to bring out a desire so strong I never knew I could feel. His hands wandered my back, sending shivers down my spine with every touch, my whole body craving him so much it almost hurt. Breaking the kiss he looked at me, his mouth open, eyes showing desire. I started taking off my t-shirt as he kept looking me in the eyes and I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him. He picked me up, hands on my butt as he carried me to the bedroom where he gently laid me down on the bed. I was about to make love to Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
He took off his shirt as I took off my jeans, body ready for whatever was about to happen, crazy to feel his touch on every inch of my skin. His eyes wandered from my face to my chest and stopped at my white panties, bulge visible through his black jeans. My insides throbbed at the thought of seeing him fully naked so I lifted myself up on my knees and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans and pulled them down. I started palming his hard cock through his boxers and he groaned softly as he looked at the action.
Finally deciding to take off his underwear, his cock jumped out in freedom and I widened my eyes at its size. I looked up at Jeffrey who was now moving the hair away from my face, putting it behind my ears. His hands cupped my face and lifted it up slowly to make eye contact with me. My mouth watered in anticipation and I opened it, taking in the pink tip of his cock. Feeling it in my mouth made me extremely horny, so I moaned in pleasure as I tasted the beautiful meat. My tongue went up and down the length of it and I licked it like a delicious lollipop before taking it all in, throat full of it.
Stopping to get some air, I couldn't continue sucking on it because Jeffrey pushed me backwards very carefully and mounted me. His warm lips found the soft skin of my neck and started placing kisses all over it, all at the same time as one of his hands held my thigh and the other cupped my boob. My skin was burning, needing to be kissed and touched. He left wet kissed between my boobs before starting to suck my hard nipples, his tongue making circles around them. My moans turned louder and louder as he continued lower where after teasing me with millions of lower belly kisses, he went for my inner thighs. I needed his mouth between my legs and after grabbing a handful of his hair ready to lead him to my pussy, he did it himself. Oh lord, oh my god. I had never felt such a skillful tongue between my legs; it was heavenly. It went in circles and in motions I never even thought about. And fuck, when he looked at me? God I thought I'd cum.
After a good, delicious while he got back up and kissed me passionately, tongue dancing with mine in a beautiful, sloppy dance. Grabbing his cock with one hand, he placed it at my entrance and entered me gently but fully, making me let out a moan of pleasure, my walls widening and adjusting to his size. He thrust and moaned into my mouth as we kissed, hand holding mine, the other one in my hair. I loved sex and I had had good sex before, but I really didn't know it could get this good. His skin was damp and warm, like mine. His body moved in sync with my moans and as his cock entered and exited me at a sweet pace I felt like I was walking on clouds. My nails dug into his back harder and harder with each thrust, my orgasm close, very close. The heat in my lower stomach started becoming stronger and stronger until it exploded throughout my body, making me arch my back and moan out in pleasure.
Jeffrey's hand found my face and his eyes met mine as he had his orgasm almost at the same time, filling me up with warm juices. His lips found mine in one last sweet kiss before breaking contact between our bodies. I wasn't even on planet earth anymore; I could literally not believe that sex could feel that good. I had just had sex with Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
''You, doll, are going to be the death of me'' he smirked contently as his index fingered caressed the soft skin on my chest. I smiled, loving the nickname he had chosen for me all the way from the beginning.
''You bet I am'' a naughty grin took over my lips as I looked at him confidently. He looked way too beautiful to be real; he had a face an artist would choose to paint, one that could destroy worlds.
I was going to fall hard for that man, for Jeffrey Dean Morgan.
I'm sorry this isn't as long as other chapters!
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