Free Imperfect Justice by Olivia Jaymes Page A

came down from the clouds he was whispering sweet words in her ear and stroking her hair.
    He didn’t say anything for a long time, letting her luxuriate in what she’d experienced. She’d had orgasms before but never with someone else. It was more intense and exciting – more pleasurable than she’d ever imagined.
    He pressed his lips to her temple and then her cheekbone.
    “Can I ask you a question?” She nodded, still wrapped in her cocoon of wonderment. “Is Misty a nickname or short for something else? It’s pretty but so unusual. I’ve never met one before.”
    She smiled at his question. This was one of her favorite memories from childhood. “It’s from the book Misty of Chincoteague. That was my mother’s favorite book and she said she was like the mom horse in the book – Phantom. Phantom wanted to run wild and free. Kind of like my mom.”
    “What do you want?” She could feel his words against her skin and it sent vibrations to every part of her body. How could she still be aroused after coming so hard?
    “I don’t need to be wild but I can’t wait to be free. I’ll be free in Seattle.”
    “Free from what, honey?”
    Jared’s fingers were already doing magic things as he stroked her skin, tickling the base of her spine.
    “Free from the expectations of this town. Free from their judgment.”
    “You need to stop caring what they think, honey. You need to stop giving them so much power over your life and how you live it.”
    He wasn’t wrong but she didn’t want to dwell on that now. She wanted to feel more of what he’d given her a taste of.
    Exquisite pleasure.
    Pushing open his shirt, she pressed kisses to his muscular chest, the skin warm and firm under her lips. Her fingers tugged at his clothes and he finally chuckled and began to help her, the shirt coming off to reveal wide shoulders and a lean waist. His boots came next, then his jeans and boxers. His male beauty was a sight to behold and she wanted to explore every inch of his body – so different from her own.
    Her gaze zeroed in on his hard cock – large and jutting proudly from a nest of dark hair. The head was reddish-purple and the slit had a few shiny drops of fluid on it, while the shaft was painted with a web of red and blue veins. She tentatively reached out and traced one with a finger but snatched it back when she heard his sharply indrawn breath.
    “Easy, honey. You can touch me all you want but just remember you’re going to get a reaction. But I want you to touch me.”
    This time she started her exploration at his shoulders, her hands gliding down his arms and then to his abdomen. Her fingers explored each ridge and plane before finally traveling back to his cock – her fist surrounding him. It seemed to swell even larger under her palm and she bent over to swipe her tongue on the head just as he’d done to her earlier. He jerked and swore but didn’t pull away and it gave her confidence to delve further, running her tongue around the head until he groaned and shuddered.
    “I can’t take much more, honey. My balls are pulled up so tight it’s painful. I want you but I don’t want to rush. Are you ready for me? Do you want more?”
    She wanted it all. Nodding, she lay back down on the blanket and held out her arms beckoning him to lie on top of her. His large body pressed hers into the floor and his cock nudged her entrance. She tensed for a moment having known only discomfort previously, but his soft butterfly kisses on her shoulder took away any trepidation she might have. He’d been so gentle up to this point there was no reason to think that would end.
    He began to press forward but then pulled back quickly, an expletive on his lips. Leaving her for a moment, he grabbed his pants from a pile close by and her heart sank. He was going to get dressed and leave. She’d done something to turn him off. He didn’t want her anymore.
    Her breathing returned to normal when he pulled a condom packet from his