EroticReverie

Juliette Jane James

"You're not sick of me yet?" I text back Jameson when he tells me he wants me at his house when he gets home from work. We'd fucked in his office for most of his lunch break, before I left, making sure I was out of there before his fellow employees and other doctors returned from their lunch hour. 

"I can't wait to get my fucking hands on you and punish you for even suggesting I'd be sick of you." he replies and my legs rub together. 

"Am I staying the night?" I text back.

"Yes." he types back without hesitation.

"You're sure? This is fast." I type.

"Do you need me to slow down?" he types.

"I don't." I reply.

"Good. Because I can't get enough of you. I want to drown my cock in your cunt Juliette, and never fucking come up for air." 

"Jesus" I mutter at my screen, breathing heavy and squirming on my bed. 

"Where did you learn to talk like that?" I type. 

"You make me fucking feral." he replies and I smirk at my screen.

"ditto." I type back. 

"You'll be there when I get home?" he types. 

"Of course." I reply.

"Good girl." he types back and I let out a long sigh and whimper, kicking my feet against the bed as my heart beats faster in my chest and I bite my lip.

"Am I?" I type back. 

"You're a very, very good girl Juliette." he says and I can hear his voice when only reading the words on the screen, imagining him whispering them in my ear as he has me bent over, his cock buried inside of me. 

"I need you." I type.

"Keep it wet for me Juliette. I've got a patient waiting. I'll see you when I get home. There's a key inside the garage, side door is unlocked. Key is in the blue tool box under the wooden table near the door to the house, it's the silver key with the red ring. Use it. Put it on your key ring. It's yours now." he says.

"I cant wait till you're home, you don't have to give me a key." I type. My heart beating even harder. Talk about fast, my god. But it was thrilling, it was exciting to be dating a man that knew exactly what he wanted, who didnt play games or make me guess what he was thinking. Sure, it's only been a few days, but I could already tell Jameson was going to make me fall hard for him. I already had , YEARS ago, but this falling was different, it was reciprocated now. 

"I know I don't have to. I'm telling you to take it, because I want you to have it. Don't freak out. Just take the key and put it on your keyring baby. Don't make me tell you twice.....well..don't make me tell you a third time. Gotta go. See you later gorgeous." 

I sigh heavily and then close my eyes and smile, and lay there on my bed, before getting up and going to the store and picking up a few things and heading to Jameson's house.

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I set the bowls down on the table with a smirk just as I hear his garage door opening and his car pulling in. I walk over to the kitchen, grab a few forks and spoons and bring them back to the dining room table. It's five thirty and I've got dinner on the table, like I'm a housewife. I fucking love it. I could have tried to prepare a real meal, but I think this will make him laugh, or at least I hope it does. 

"where's my girlfriend?" he calls out as the door opens and I move through the dining area and swing around and back into the kitchen and to the small mud room off the kitchen that goes to the garage. Jameson smiles when I swing around the counter, and he laughs as I smile right back and then throw myself on him. Arms around his neck , my body slamming against his, and I push on my bare tips toes and kiss him. The flower in his hand crinkling in the cellophane as he wraps his arms around me. The hand with the flowers, is at my back, the other, grabs my ass and squeezes and I kiss him deeper. 

"You bought me flowers?" I pant as he unravels hsi arms from around me and I grab his shirt at the collar and kiss him again harder. 

"yeah" he says. 

"they're beautiful" I say, and just keep kissing him and he smiles and keeps kissing my back. 

"did you even look at them?" he teases as he pushes me back gently, kissing me as he kicks off his shoes , his mouth locked to mine as we move into the kitchen. 

"uh huh" I say, reaching to his hand, taking the flowers then setting them on the counter.

"Put your hands on me" I breathe, nearly fucking breathless from how turned on I am. I'd been needing him since I left his office, and I told myself I wouldn't maul him the second he walked in the door, but that was clearly a lie. 

"where do you want them Juliette?" he asks and grabs my breast through my dress. 

"Here?" he asks , kissing me, backing me up against the counter. 

"Yes" I whine as he slips his mouth from my mine and draws his lips over my neck. 

"What about here?" he asks his other hand sliding up the back of my thigh and grabbing my ass hard and I nod. 

"uh huh" I whimper. 

"Not here?" he asks as his hand on my breast slides down and pushes over the fabric of my dress between my legs and cups my pussy.

"there" I breathe. "always there" 

Jameson groans and both his hands are grabbing my dress and I moan and then he stops, his head pulling back, his hands are frozen on my hips and I blink at him, looking at him staring off to the side, his brows pinched. My eyes follow his to the sink. 

"Did you make me dinner Juliette?" he asks of the single dirty pot filled with water and suds. 

"yes but..it's not.."I start and he turns and then looks around the kitchen.

"What did you make?" he asks, and I almost feel guilty now. He seems so excited that I cooked for him, and what I made wasn't anything like the dinner he made me the other night. 

"Okay, well, I thought it'd be funny..." I say following him as he walks to the dining area and then looks at the two bowls on the table and stops. 

I scrunch my nose as he walks over to the table closer and I step after him.

"I just thought it would be funny because I told you I can cook easy mac, we obviously dont have to eat this" I say gesturing nervously to the table, and then I yelp as he grabs me , grabs my ass and then lifts me right up and slams me down on the table, my ass hitting the heavy wood as he grabs my face and kisses me. 

"you're so fucking cute" he growls and his hands are grabbing his belt, undoing his pants.

"I'm going to fuck you so god damn deep right now Juliette" he growls , his cock springing free and I whimper. 

"you dont hate it?" I breathe and he grins. 

"definitely not" he says. "this is the second time today you've fed me Juliette...it's cute...so fucking cute the way you're already taking care of me." he says and then his cock pushes against my pussy and I whimper. I gasp as I grab his face, going to kiss him but my mouth sucks in a breath of air, deep in my fucking lungs as Jameson pushes his cock into me all the way , filling me up. 

"yes" I whine, his cock stretching me and I kiss his mouth, both of us frantic with our mouths as he leans over me, one hand braced on the table, the other behind my head as his hips thrust again. 

"fuuuuck, you feel so fucking good Juliette" he growls against my mouth and I whimper, kissing him back as his hips continue, thrusting and making me moans and pant and curse as I lean my head back. 

"love this tight little thing....god, it's fucking incredible how fucking tight you are" 

"how wet your sexy little cunt gets for my cock" 

"god, you're so fucking wet Juliette, jesus christ" he groans and goes faster. 

"such a hot , tight little cunt" he growls against my neck as he fists my hair and I whimper as his tongue licks over my neck. 

"god, it's so hard not to fucking cum, your pussy makes me fucking crazy" he growls and then bites my lip and I hiss. 

"do it" I breathe. "Just do it" 

"cum inside me" I cry, because I was addicted to Jameson Taylor, and even more addicted to him cumming inside of me. 

"yeah?" he groans. 

"yes" I answer, because i didnt care if it was a quickie, I knew Jameson wouldnt leav eme unsatisfied, he'd already spoiled me several times last night and this morning and afternoon. If he wanted to fuck me quick and fill me, then that's what I wanted him to do. 

"Cum inside me Doctor Taylor" I pant, grabbing his ass, my legs wrapped around him, his hips jerking as he lets out a loud groan, and pumps his cum inside of me on his dining room table. 

"Yesss" I hiss, my head falling back and I moan as he groans louder and thrusts hard and deep, making sure to spill himself deep inside of me. 

"fuuuuck" he pants, hanging his head and groaning. "jesus, christ" he breathes hard and then lifts his head and kisses my mouth and I kiss him back softly as he breathes hard over my mouth. 

"i'm sorry" he breathes.

"For what?" I ask, pulling back slightly and my brows pinching.

"For cumming so fucking quick." he shakes his head. 

I just smile. "I'm taking it as a compliment."

"As you fucking should." he heaves a breath. "Jesus, you make me cum so fucking hard Juliette" he groans and then kisses me again. 

"i think im obsessed with you." he smiles against my mouth and I smile back.

"Finally...ive only been waiting , like, ten years...glad it's not a one way obsession anymore" I tease and he grins. 

"our food is getting cold" I say and he laughs, looking at the table, the bowls that have moved their place on the table from how hard he was thrusting into me, knocking them a few inches off where I'd set them. 

"easy mac" he says with a smile and looks back at me and I shrug. 

"it's kraft...in the box..i didnt want to totally half ass dinner." I say and he laughs, and kisses me again. 

"It's perfect, thank you" he says. 

"thank you for the flowers" I say and he smiles and nods.

"You're welcome gorgeous" he says, kissing me once more , holding my face and I moan as he slides his hands down to my neck and breaks the kiss, bringing his mouth to my ear.

"If you want it....i'm good to go again" he whispers.

My toes curl and I nod. "uhhuh"