Screaming Fit

Jill stretched in contentment as she contemplated the beautiful sunrise from her kitchen window. The birds were in fine chorus this morning. The day promised to be gorgeous .The scent of brewing coffee reached her just as the coffee maker dinged, signaling it was done. She poured herself a cup and meandered to the living room.

“What the hell?” The words burst out of her, destroying the serenity of the day.

Jill could not believe her eyes. Not again. Her front lawn was littered with garbage, remnants of shredded trash bags scattered about, evidence to what had occurred. She stormed out of the house, forgetting she was still wearing jammies and slippers. Righting the over turned container, she started to pick up the litter.

She glared at the house next door. How could that sweet piece of man candy not know to keep his dog under control on trash day? Doesn’t he know there are leash laws?

Jill shook her fist at the offending house and shouted, “This is all your fault!”

She picked up a few more pieces.

“You can bet the HOA is going to hear about this.” Her voice raised an octave or two. Cute ass or not, he was going to have to deal with this.

The sound of a front door opening drew her attention. Seconds later, a yellow Labrador came bounding in her direction, a tail-wagging bundle of friendliness, its tail swatting at Jill’s bare legs with all the enthusiasm a Lab can muster.

“Roxie, come here, girl.” Jack Peters patted his knee to call his dog to him.

Roxie was having none of that. She danced around Jill’s legs and then jumped on her. Caught off balance, she tumbled to the grass and was rewarded with sloppy doggy kisses.

“No, Roxie. Get back.” Even in sweats Jack looked good enough to eat.

Jack offered his hand to help her up. Bristling at the laughter in his blue eyes, Jill knocked his hand away and scrabbled to her feet. She turned to face Jack.

“You…you…” She poked Jack in his chest—a nice well-muscled chest, mind you—forcing him to step backwards. “You are responsible for this mess.”

Jack stood there, mouth open, speechless.

Jill waved her hand in front of his face. “What are you going to do about this?”

He did not respond.

“What…are you all brawn and no brains?”

Jill turned away in a huff and was immediately jerked back to face Jack. He didn’t say a word. Just reached down with his palms and captured her face between them. He looked her in the eyes and kissed her…kissed her with a passion that curled her toes…kissed her until she couldn’t think…couldn’t breathe.

Jack stepped back. She stood there, face flaming, not speaking.

“Woman, you are driving me nuts. You stand out here with those long Barbie legs and your tits falling out, screaming like a mad woman.”

Jill looked down at her chest. “They are not falling out.” Her erect nipples were poking out, yes, but falling out, no. Contrary to the bone, she started picking up trash again.

“We have better things to do than that.”

He pressed against her back, his left hand reached around to cup a breast through her pajama top. Her nipple quickened, pebbling in a silent plea for more. She made a small mewing sound and leaned back into his solid chest. Goosebumps erupted as he trailed kisses down the side of her neck, nipping at her soft skin.

His other hand slipped beneath the elastic of her pajama shorts, sending frissons of erotic pleasure to her core. She closed her eyes and arched into his touch. His hand moved lower, stroking…teasing…seeking her wetness. The first touch of his finger on her clit melted any resistance. She thought of nothing but…

Her eyes scanned the yard, the street, and the other houses. Oh my god!

“Jack, no.”

“No?” His finger penetrated deeper.

“It’s not a no-I-won’t-do-this-no; it’s a no-we-can’t-do-this-here-no. Anyone can see us out here.”

He took her by the hand up the steps to his house. Roxie trailed along, excited, wagging her tail as if she had set out to do this on purpose.

As soon as the front door closed, Jack pressed her up against the wall. He growled low in his throat as he lowered his head to nibble at her bare shoulders. Jill realized she could lose herself in this man.

His hands slipped into her pants once more. He pushed a finger into her. Jill moaned. When a second finger joined the first, she whimpered in desperation.

“Do you like that?” He murmured in her ear and flexed his fingers for emphasis.

Jill could only nod.

“Just wait until you have my cock buried inside you.”

Those wicked fingers remained in her as he teased her pajama bottoms off. She tugged his sweats low and gasped when his cock replaced his fingers. Strong hands grasped her ass and jerked her close. Nothing had ever felt this intense. I’m going to… Jill screamed his name as she exploded in glorious ecstasy.

“Did you just scream at me again?” Jack asked. He continued his rhythmic pumping.

Jill admitted she had.

“Good. And you’re gonna do it again.”

Jack made good on his word.

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