EroticReverie

Jolicia Jordyn Jensen

"Fuck!" I cry , head thrown back. 

We're not even in the house, but on the front steps , my legs wobbling in four inch heels as my husband is on his knees, my back against the pillar at the top of the stairs, my dress shoved up around my waist, my husbands tongue licking my jealousy away with each stroke and flick of his tongue, each suck of his lips on my clit and each pump of the two fingers currently making me drench his hand as I cum from his finger tips that are best friends with my gspot. 

I grab his hair, my legs threatening to fucking buckle, but then his fingers pull out, and Im gasping as he throws one leg over his shoulder and my leg hooks over it, still grabbing his hair and his face is buried in my legs, one hand supporting my beneath my lifted thigh, the other arm wrapped around my one leg I have left to stand on, he braces me with his arm as he groans against my clit and his tongue drags down and pushes up inside me, and I tremble, my leg over his shoulder, tightening and pulling him even closer as I pull his fucking face into me, and ride his tongue. 

I was obsessed with my husband. Who wouldn't be? All women are. Yet, he married me. 

Three years ago, when I was seventeen, working underage as an escort, I'd been sent to Jax Amos Jensen's home, along with a dozen other women who were employed by the same agency. We were simply meant to be eye candy for other men , we were meant to mingle, and weren't "expected" to do anything else. Because that's "Not in the job description". But everyone knows, that many of the men, definitely want more than company or something pretty to look at. 

I'd hardly interacted with Jax that night. I'd seen him only a few times that night, yet the next day, I had been requested to return to his multi million dollar home, by myself. 

My employer knew I was only seventeen, which is why I'd promised to never sleep with the clients. I was a pretty face, young, and I had become a highly requested escort within just the first month of working there, before she'd found out I lied about my age. Once she DID find out, I was making her too much money for her to get rid of me. So the one rule, was I wasnt allowed to do more than provide company...until I turned eighteen. 

Jax Amos Jensen was forty three when he charmed me into breaking my promise to Elise, my  madame. I told him I could lose my job. He told me I wouldnt need one if I stayed with him. I was stupid to put faith into a stranger, a very, hot, older, handsome, charming stranger. But I'd liked how he looked at me. Yes, he looked at me like he wanted to bang my brains out, but he also looked at me, like he meant it when he said he wanted me to stay with him. 

We'd gone up to his bedroom, where he'd lifted his hands to the shoulders of my dress, ready to undress me. 

"I'm seventeen." I'd said, needing to be honest with him. 

"Are you...are virgin?" He'd paused. I'd shaken my head. 

"Then you're already a woman.....tell me your real name" he'd said, going right over the fact I was seventeen as if it were nothing to him. 

"Jolicia" I say and he hummed as he let the straps of the dress slip off my shoulders.

"Your full name" he'd said as he reached behind me slowly, drawing down my zipper along the back of my dress and I'd felt the fabric loosen around me as I looked up at him. 

"Jolicia...Jordyn...Spencer" I'd said and he smiles softly, his hand slid between the zipper, over my bare back as he pulled me against him. 

"Gorgeous fucking name...for a gorgeous fucking woman"he said and then lifted his other hand to the strap hanging on my arm. 

"Do you know my name Jolicia?" he asked me, toying with the strap. 

I nodded and answered him

"Jax Jensen" I'd answered as he gently pulled down the side of my dress, the fabric dragging over my breast slowly.

"Jolicia Jordyn Jensen...has a good ring to it" he'd said, making my brows pop, but he missed my surprise and shock as he looked down at my breasts, the fabric dragging until my nipple popped out of the top and he'd groaned as he looked at it. 

"fuck those are sweet" he exhaled and then stopped dragging down the dress, moving his hand to my exposed breast, cupping it , letting his thumb graze over the curve of my breast, and over my nipple. 

"let's see the other one" he groaned as his hand skimmed over and pulled down the other side of my dress. 

"mmm, these are so fucking sweet" he said again and dipped down and sucked my nipple right into his mouth, making me gasp and clutch his hair, and his eyes were on me, looking up as he growled against my breast, cupping them, pushing them together, dragging his tongue over them, back and forth, sucking and nipping at my flesh, pinching and nibbling my nipples as I stood there, weak in the fucking knees. Because Jax Jensen wasnt like any of the other men I was normally an escort to. He was fucking handsome, and the best looking man I'd ever seen. 

Six foot four, muscular, built like a fucking brick wall, salt and pepper hair that he kept slicked back, and a short well kept beard that matched his full head of hair. He dressed like the billionaire he was, but he his neck....his hands....the parts of him I could see outside of his suit...were covered in ink. I'd fallen in love with how much I liked the sight of his tattooed hands on my breasts, and his black/grey/white salt and pepper mustaches and beard tickling and scraping my flesh as his mouth devoured my nipples. 

And if you ask him, he'd fallen in love with me the night before, when he saw me laughing with one of his friends. He'd tell you it was my smile (and not my short dress and plunging neck line) that made him fall in love at first sight.  He'd tell you my age didn't matter to him the night I'd come back to his place, just me and him, because he'd already decided I was his the night before, and he wasn't going to let a year stop him. 

It was stupid of me to throw away a good thing with Elise and working as an escort, Jax couldve been a fucking prick that fucked me, threw me out afterward and told Elise I'd broken her rules. I'd trusted him for some reason, and okay, I also, really, really, wanted to have sex with him. But true to his word... hours later after I'd seen god about five times while getting eaten out and fucked within an inch of my life...he'd carried me to the shower, cleaned me up, and took me to bed...and cuddled me, while stroking my hair. It was a very fucked up fairytale kind of night. 

He took me to bed that night....and it's where I've slept, every night since, for the past three years. Elise had it out with him when he'd called the next morning to tell her I wouldnt be returning to work for her. She STILL guilt trips me over it when I see her. 

He spoiled me from the first day I woke up in his arms, treated me like a princess, and gave me literally anything I wanted or asked for. We married the day after I turned eighteen. And let me tell you, being his wife is better than being his girlfriend or fiance. Getting to hear HIM introduce ME as HIS wife, gives me butterflies everytime. Butterflies that start in my stomach and go straight to my vagina and make me wet ever god damn time he says it. 

Should a forty two year old man have been making a seventeen year old his girlfriend? Probably not. But both of us were too fucking in love to give a shit about what anyone else thought. Though most people didnt say a damn thing, because rich men are "Expected" to have young wives, or leave their wives at a certain point for a "newer" model. 

But Jax will tell you, he never even wanted to get married. His entire life, he never met a woman that made him want to get married. then he'll tell you with one look at me, everything changed. 

I was crazy about him the day he called me back to his house, and crazier about him when he'd told my boss he was "keeping me permanently" that next morning. Then crazier and crazier as each day went by where I realized, he was truly keeping me. and the man was actually in love with me. Then we got married, and I got even crazier for him. I was possesive of him BEFORE we got married, so I've been raising hell ever since we said I do. Because there was no way I was giving any woman the chance to steal him from me. 

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My second orgasm comes hard and shakes me like a fucking leaf as I cry out, his mouth finishing me off and groaning into me, then standing and my leg dropping from his shoulder and his hands grabbing my ass and helping me stand as I look up at him, panting, legs fucking shaking. 

"i love you" I whimper and he smiles and dips down, and kisses me, and I can taste myself all over his mouth and my tongue shoots over his lips and into mouth and he groans,squeezing my ass.

"i love how much you love tasting your own pussy" he groans on my mouth, giving me his tongue and I suck it and he he groans, fucking my mouth with it, and i lick his fucking mouth like a fucking animal and bite his lower lip and whimper.

"Let's go inside, hmm, you can taste it on my cock when im through fucking you" he says and I nod, panting against his mouth and then am carried inside, and he leaves the door open , and I hear the footsteps and surprised gasp of Cheryl one of the housekeepers as she sees me from the back, ass out, my husbands hands on my bare ass, with my legs wrapped around him. He smirks against my mouth and I giggle as we hear her feet take off, to give us privacy. 

It wasn't uncommon for Jax and I to go at it everywhere, anywhere, anytime. But the house staff always made themselves needed elsewhere whenever they witnessed our inability to contain of ourselves. 

"fuck me daddy" I moan in his ear and bite his ear lobe and he groans. He drops my ass down on a large wooden table against the wall , and I laugh as the runner over the top, along with some little art piece statues, all skid off the table and to the floor, right before he drops me down. 

"dont ruin the art , just ruin this pussy" I smile as I grab at his suit jacket and push it open and then push the arms down and he groans, leaning forward, crashing his mouth over mine. 

I know I had no reason to get jealous of other women. But I liked it. I liked letting him know how fucking crazy I truly was for him. And I honestly couldnt help it. I loved the way he looked at me and smiled at me, and spoke to me, too fucking much to be able to watch him to do it with any other woman, and having him make her feel as special as I do when he looks at me. 

"i fucking love you" he groans as his hands pull on his shirt, untucking it front his pants and I nod, kissing him back, our mouths wild and messy and probably bruising our own lips with how hard our lips crash back together each time after they have to part. 

"I love you so fucking much" I moan back, as I've kicked off my heels, using my stocking covered feet to push down his pants as he rips off his shirt and I moan, just as I always do, every, single, time, I lay eyes on his body. 

Covered in ink, over his rock hard chest and stomach, the light dusting of grey chest hair that he used to shave before I begged him to grow it in for me. It wasnt a lot , but it was just enough , and I loved running my fingers through it. 

"i cant believe you're my husband" I moan. "fuck" I finish kicking his pants down with my feet and grab his cock in one hand, my other hand going to his chest and rubbing it over it, biting my lip. 

"you kidding me little Panther?, if anyone should be in disbelief it's me....how did i pull such a gorgeous fucking wife?" he groans and grabs my hips and yanks me to the edge of the table and I guide his cock to my pussy.

"you already forgetting things, old man?" I tease him and nip his lip with my teeth and he groans and sinks into me. 

"yeah remind me" he groans and I lean back on one hand, spreading my fucking legs as wide as I can to let my husband get as deep in me as I can. My other hand on his neck, holding onto it as I look down, watching him sink into me, pulling out, sinking into me again. 

Both of us watching. 

"Just like this....this is how you pulled me...you fucked my pussy so fucking deep..you made me yours..." I whimper and he curses and pushes his forehead to mine, braces one hand on the wall over me, as I lean back to the wall , the back of my head pushing to it, my chin lifting as we stare at one another. my one hand still trying to keep me from sliding , the other still on his back as I keep my legs spread. 

"I could never...ever..." he groans, punctuating his words with thrusts, making me cry out with each one as he goes hard, making the heavy ass table hit the wall, and I know we're making dents in the paint on the wall, scrapes, and it wont be the first time he'll have someone repaint the wall tomorrow to fix the mess we make everytime we fuck on this table. 

"ever...forget...that fucking night....fuck, you let Daddy fuck it so deep" he groans at me and I nod. 

"I did, I did Daddy, i let you so deep inside my pussy" I moan and now my legs are wrapping around him , but he grabs them with his hands and shakes his head and pushes them back open.

"Keep these fucking legs nice and wide, while i fuck it deeper" he groans and I clench around him. Screaming on the next thrust. He grunts loudly, thrusting hard as hell, slamming into me, each thrust making me scream , making my eyes water. 

"fuuuuck" he growls and then grabs my legs, throwing them over his arms and then grabbing my waist.

He grabs my hand on the table and throws it up, behind his neck with my other hand, then his hands go to my ass and Im lifted off the table, as he bounces me on his cock, while I pull at his neck, and my head goes back as he uses me like a fucking fleshlight while I scream. 

"Jax!" I scream.  "oh-f-fuck!" I cry, as I come undone for him again, my third orgasm after the two outside. 

And if I know anything about my husband, it's that I've got at least one more coming before he lets himself cum.