First Taste

First Taste Jenna Kent Copyright Copyright © [2023] by [Jenna Kent] All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Contents 1. Chapter 1 2. Chapter 2 3. Chapter 3 4. Chapter 4 5. Chapter 5 6. Chapter 6 7. Chapter 7 8. Chapter 8 9. Chapter 9 10. Chapter 10 11. Chapter 11 12. Chapter 12 13. Chapter 13 14. Chapter 14 15. Chapter 15 16. Chapter 16 17. Chapter 17 18. Chapter 18 19. Chapter 19 About Author Chapter 1 Kesha Ella stands outside of the house, staring up in disbelief. I pull a few of her bags from the back passenger side of the truck. “This house is huge.” She mumbles, standing on the front lawn. It’s a gated community and I don’t come here much anymore. I do just about everything in Downtown Atlanta. I only come here whenever I need a break from the hustle culture of the city. It’s a quiet community and has just about everything you would need from schools, shopping districts, and community recreation. I purchased the house years ago in hopes that I would start a family of my own. But my whoreish ways wouldn’t let me bring a woman here. Until I met Ella. I take the bags to the large double doors and set them down. Ella follows behind me. She’s in a pair of black capris that show the perfect curves of her plump ass, a tank top that her tits are nearly bursting out of, and a pair of flip flops. It’s hot so, I understand why she’s dressing comfortably, but my God, I’m ready to bend her over and spank her ass for looking so delicious. Before I unlock the door, I place a set of keys in her hand. “These are for you. Would you like to test them to make sure they work?” Ella shakes her head and places the keys in her pack pocket. My mouth waters at the sight of her. It’s hot as fuck and all I could think about most of the day was how much I want my head between her legs. Shaking the thought, I unlock the door and she steps in first. Her eyes scan the massiveness of the open floor as she steps in further. I pull the bags in and shut the door. We have a wedding to plan and aside from my fitness and dietary requirements, I’m free to enjoy my time with her. That’s all I want right now, time with her. My hands swipe around her waist while my mouth lands on her neck. I’d like to spend the day in bed, but with Ella’s socialite status, she’s got this elaborate wedding to plan. She doesn’t want to do it, but Erin and I have been pushing her to go on with it. I want to see her walk down the aisle in a beautiful wedding dress. Ella is simple, she’d rather go down to the courthouse and sign the papers. Ella leans into me and moans at my touch. It’s been a week since we’ve been intimate, since was on her period. God, that shit felt like torture, not being able to make love to her. “Are you off?” I ask, desperate to have some fun with her again. My hands move down to her pants, and I slide a finger down in through her panties. She doesn’t have to answer me, I can find out for myself. She moans again when my hand rests on her clit. “Yes, but we have to unpack, and I want to see the rest of the house.” She moans again when my fingers move down from her clit and slide inside of her. I move my other hand from her waist and pull one of her tits out of her tank and bra. They were bursting out anyway. I pinch the nipple just enough to drive her crazy. “What are you doing?” Her question comes out breathy. I know what I want and what I need from her right now. I want her to cum all over my hand so I can feast on it. Oh, how I love eating her pussy. While I drive my finger in and out of her, Ella’s arm lifts around the back of my neck and she turns her face to kiss me. Her legs are starting to tremble, and I can feel her pussy starting to clench down on my fingers as I drive into her. My hand moves from teasing her nipple, to gripping her waist to hold her up as her knees go weak from her intense orgasm. “Ah, fuck!” She moans into my mouth. I hold her in place and keep stroking every inch of that orgasm out of her while my mouth shields her screams. This is a quiet neighborhood, but not for long. I plan on fucking Ella in every room of this house. Regularly. I pull my fingers out of her pants lick them clean, then I go over to the bags and start to carry them upstairs. I laugh quietly as she just stands in place, tit popped out of her shirt, lips swollen from kissing, and her legs are still trembling a little from her orgasm. She closes her eyes and bites her lip, trying to pull herself back to reality. I can’t wait to fuck her again tonight. We’ve only been here less than an hour, but I’m already settling in with Ella. She’s the woman I bought this house for, I just didn’t know it at the time. Ella eventually finds me in the bedroom where I have the suitcases open on the floor. I’m making room for her in the closets and drawer space. It takes a few more minutes, but eventually, Ella makes her way into the bedroom. She’s still flushed from her orgasm,