Breaking Free: BWWM Age Gap Novel — Promo Freebie — Ch 3

Peter took Janelle by the hand and led her through the dimly lit hallway and up the narrow stairs that led to his apartment. With every step they took, Janelle’s heart pounded louder in her chest, her excitement building by the second. She couldn’t believe what she was doing, but she couldn’t stop herself. She wanted Peter, she needed him, and she was going to have him.

As they reached the top of the stairs, Peter fumbled in his pocket for his keys, his breath hot and heavy on the back of Janelle’s neck.

She shivered with anticipation, her body tingling with excitement as she imagined what was about to happen. Finally, with a soft click, the door swung open to reveal a dimly lit living room with a single lamp casting a warm glow over the modern furnishings.

Without a word, Peter led Janelle inside, the door closing behind them with a soft thud. He turned to face her, his eyes burning with desire as he pulled her close and captured her lips in a hungry kiss.

Janelle responded eagerly, her body melting into his as their tongues danced together. She could feel his erection pressing against her hip and she wanted him so badly she could barely think straight.

Peter’s hands roamed over her body, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently, making her gasp with pleasure. He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and biting at her sensitive skin, sending waves of pleasure through her.

She reached down and began rubbing his cock through his pants, feeling it harden and twitch under her touch.

She moaned with desire and need, her pussy already soaked with excitement.

Peter quickly removed his clothes, revealing a lean, toned body that made Janelle’s mouth water. His cock stood proud and erect, a thick and juicy shaft begging to be sucked and fucked.

“I can’t believe you’re so hard…right after I blew you,” she said admiringly.

“Well, you’re so fucking sexy, it was easy,” he replied with a grin.

Janelle wasted no time, dropping to her knees and taking him in her mouth. She sucked and licked him eagerly, her hands gripping his ass and pulling him deeper into her throat.

She could feel his legs shaking as she worked him over, her tongue tracing every vein and ridge of his perfect shaft.

“Oh fuck, Janelle, that feels so fucking good,” Peter moaned, his hands gripping her hair as she bobbed up and down on his cock.

Janelle felt a surge of power and confidence as she pleased him like this, her pussy throbbing with desire as she felt him get closer and closer,

She wanted to feel his hard cock thrust deep into her pussy, filling her and making her scream with pleasure.

With one last lingering lick, she stood up and stripped off her own clothes, standing before him in nothing but her bra and panties. Peter’s eyes widened as he took in her voluptuous curves, her large breasts and tight waist.

“Fuck, Janelle, you’re so fucking sexy,” he gasped, his hand reaching out to cradle her ample breast.

She trembled at his touch, her nipple hardening under his fingers. She loved the way he looked at her, as if she were the only woman in the world, and she desperately wanted to feel him inside her.

Without a word, Janelle moved closer to him and reached down to stroke his cock. She loved the way it felt in her hand, so hard and hot and throbbing with need.

“I need you, Peter,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I need you inside me.”

Peter didn’t need any more encouragement.

He picked Janelle up as if she weighed nothing and carried her over to the couch and laid her down gently.

He knelt between her legs, spreading them wide and admiring the view. Janelle was already dripping wet, her pussy glistening in the soft light of the room.

Without wasting any more time, Peter dove in, his tongue swirling around her clit, making her gasp with pleasure. She gripped the edges of the couch, arching her back as he licked and sucked, teasing her with each stroke.

She moaned, writhing beneath him, desperate for more.

“Yes, Peter, oh God, yes,” she cried out as he slid two fingers inside her, his tongue still flicking her clit. She bucked her hips, riding his fingers as he worked her, his pace increasing with each passing moment.

“You like this, don’t you, Janelle?” Peter asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

“You taste so damn good, Janelle.”

He quickened his pace and she could feel the pressure building deep inside her.

“Oh, Peter, I’m going to cum,” Janelle moaned, her pussy clenching around his fingers.

Peter kept going, driving her wild with every flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers. She screamed his name, her back arching off the couch as her orgasm washed over her.

But Peter wasn’t finished with her.

As Janelle came down from her high, Peter climbed onto the couch and positioned himself between her legs. He teased her entrance with the head of his cock, making her squirm in anticipation.

“Please, Peter, fuck me,” Janelle begged, her eyes pleading.

Peter couldn’t resist her any longer. He thrust into her, filling her with every inch of his hard cock. Janelle gasped, her back arching off the couch once more.

It felt so good to finally have him inside her.

Peter set a steady pace, plunging in and out of her as she met each thrust with moans of pleasure. Janelle wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him deeper into her. She could feel every inch of him, filling her in a way that made her feel alive. She clung to him, her nails digging into his back as she whispered dirty words into his ear.

Peter grunted, his hips pistoning as he pumped energy drinks into Janelle. He could feel her walls tighten around him, her nails scraping his skin as she urged him on.

Peter couldn’t believe how good it felt to be inside Janelle. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. He felt connected to her in a way that went beyond physical pleasure. He wanted to give her everything she wanted, to make her feel things she had never felt before.

“Harder, Peter, harder,” she begged, her hips bucking against his.

Peter was happy to comply. He began to thrust into her, their bodies slapping together with each powerful thrust. Janelle wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper into her.

She gasped as he filled her, his cock hitting all the right spots. He had his magic wand working deep inside her.

“Fuck, Peter, you feel so fucking good,” she moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders as he drove into her.

Peter loved to hear her moan his name, loved to feel her body respond to his. He could feel himself getting closer, felt his balls tighten as they prepared to release.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, his voice thick with desire.

Janelle nodded eagerly, unable to speak.

She was so close, so ready to come apart in his arms. She could feel it building inside her, could feel her muscles clenching around his cock as he thrust harder and faster.

“You’re so fucking tight, Janelle. You feel amazing,” Peter moaned, his voice strained.

Janelle couldn’t hold back any longer. With a loud moan, she came hard, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

Peter followed quickly, his cock twitching inside her as he emptied himself with a throaty groan.

When they came down from their heights, Peter collapsed onto her, panting heavily. Janelle wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they caught their breath.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Peter breathed, his forehead pressed against hers.

Janelle couldn’t agree more. It had been the most intense, overwhelming orgasm she had ever experienced. And it was all thanks to Peter.

Janelle had never been with a man like him — so confident, so charismatic, and so good in bed. She could feel herself falling in love with him, and the realization both excited and terrified her. She knew she shouldn’t get too attached, not after all she’d been through with her husband, but she couldn’t help herself. She was drawn to Peter like a moth to a flame, and she was powerless to resist.

As they lay there catching their breath, Peter gently brushed a strand of hair from Janelle’s face.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

Janelle blushed at the compliment, her heart swelling in her chest. She had never felt so wanted, so desired, and it was a feeling she could get used to.

But as much as she wanted to stay there, in Peter’s arms, she knew she couldn’t. She had a life to get back to, responsibilities to take care of, and her husband would be wondering where she was.

It was getting late, and she couldn’t risk getting caught.

“I wish I could stay here forever,” Janelle whispered, tracing her fingers across Peter’s chest.

“Then stay,” Peter murmured, nuzzling her neck. “Stay with me, Janelle. Forget everything else and just be here, with me.”

It was tempting, so tempting, but Janelle knew she couldn’t. As much as she wanted to stay, she knew she still (unfortunately) had a husband waiting for her at home (or whatever passed for interest in his disinterested state).

She slipped out from under Peter’s arm and began to gather her things, her movements quick and efficient.

“I have to go,” she said, not meeting his gaze.

“What? Why?” Peter protested, sitting up in bed.

“I just do. I can’t stay here.”

“Janelle, please. Don’t go. Stay with me,” he begged, reaching for her.

But she pulled away, dressing quickly.

“I can’t. I’m sorry,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I wish I could stay, but I can’t. My husband…”

She trailed off, not needing to finish her sentence. Peter understood. He didn’t like it, but he understood.

“I understand,” he said reluctantly. “But promise me one thing, Janelle.”

“What’s that?” she asked as she buttoned her blouse.

“Promise me this won’t be the last time. Promise me we can do this again.”

Janelle hesitated, her hand hovering over the button of her jeans.

She wanted to say yes, she wanted to promise him that they would see each other again, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t make promises she wasn’t sure she could keep.

“I can’t make any promises, Peter,” she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. “But I want to see you again. I really do.”

Peter nodded, understanding crossing his features. He knew Janelle’s situation was complicated, and he didn’t expect her to make any promises.

But the fact that she wanted to see him again gave him hope. It was a small step, but a step nonetheless.

They were consumed by their passion and lust for each other, unable to resist the magnetic pull between them. Janelle knew what she was doing was wrong, that she was betraying her husband and endangering her own safety. But she couldn’t help herself. She needed to feel alive, wanted, and Peter was the one who could give her that.

But as she lay in Peter’s arms, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing, she knew she couldn’t stay there forever. She had a life to get back to, and she couldn’t keep running away from her problems.

With a heavy heart, Janelle slid out of bed and began to gather her things. She knew she had to leave, face the consequences of her actions, and start rebuilding her life.

Peter woke up as she was dressing, his eyes filled with confusion and concern.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice thick with sleep.

“I have to go,” Janelle repeated, avoiding his gaze.

She didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes, and didn’t want to admit that she was afraid to face what they had done.

Peter sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I understand,” he said, his voice resigned.

He climbed out of bed and walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

Janelle stiffened at first, not sure what to do. But then she relaxed and leaned into him.

Peter kissed her gently on the forehead, his lips lingering on her skin for a moment.

“Thank you for this,” he whispered, his breath warm against her skin.

Janelle nodded, unable to speak. She felt a lump form in her throat as she pulled away from his embrace, her heart aching with an emotion she couldn’t quite identify.

He watched her go, feeling empty inside. He knew that he had hurt her, that he had failed her in a way that he could never make up for.

As she walked down the hall and out of his apartment, Peter felt a sense of regret wash over him. He wished he could take it all back, that he could erase the pain and hurt he had caused her.

He knew he had no right to ask her to stay, no right to expect anything from her. He was just a guy she met in a bar, a guy she took a chance on.

But even as he acknowledged that, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more between them.

Something beyond a one-night stand…