Second Chance

(To remind you that English is not my first language.)

My partner and his mom were killed in a car accident two years ago. Jackson, his dad and I decided to live together, because it's cheaper. Jackson is forty-seven years old. I wouldn't give him that much.

Jackson has a solid square jaw with a couple of days old stubble. He has olive sun kissed skin and blue pearly eyes with salt and pepper hair. When he smiles, there are dimples, which is a rarity in the last two years. His shoulders are wide and muscular. He has a six pack. His hands are muscular and streaked with veins and calluses. Jackson works for himself but loves to get his hands dirty. He has his own construction company.

My name is Dorian, but everyone calls me Dori. I am twenty-eight years old and lean, with a round butt and curves that any woman would kill for. My hips are perfect and my skin is white like snow. I have brown hair up to above my shoulders and brown chocolate colored eyes.

"Jackson dinner is ready." I say when I enter the living room where Jackson watches the evening news and smokes a real Cuban cigar. He looks at me with his gloomy gaze, which has been a constant since the death of Lena and Jackson Junior. Jackson gets up and jooins me in the kitchen, where we sit at a table and have dinner.

"And how was at work today." Jackson asked me. I'm a beautician and I work in a beauty salon.

"As usual, you?" I asked, serving our meal on plates.

"As Always." He says because he's not a fan of my profession. He thinks it's a job for women. Then we start eating.

"If you were a woman, I'd marry you right away." After a few bites, says Jackson. I swallow a mouthful and finally say what I have been thinking for half a year.

"If you were gay or bisexual you would already be on top of me because I slowly fell in love with you." Jackson stares at me with his intense gaze that I return. I feel that Jackson is still watching me for a few moments and continues to eat. The rest of the dinner passed in silence. After dinner Jackson takes a beer and goes to the living room. I wash the dishes and join him on the couch watching an action movie as he smoking his cigar.

"So you fell in love with me?" Jackson asks in his deep rough manly voice.

"Yes." I answer uncertainly. Jackson takes another drag of his cigar and then continues.

"Why?"

"You may be constantly frowning, but you have a good soul. You are kind. You like to help everyone, you are funny. At least you were. You are handsome, you have no obligations to me but still you let me live with you. You are the best man after Jackson Junior whom I have ever met. " Jackson put out his cigar and put the beer on the table and turned to me.

"I'm not gay or bisexual, but you're kind of started too grow on me more than you should. I want to try to give us something ... a chance... So ... I'll take you to my cabin on the lake tomorrow for a weekend." I catch my breath. Then Jackson got up and went from the living room upstairs to sleep.

It's Friday and I'm sitting in the passenger seat of the Jackson's pickup truck as we head toward Lake. Jacksion holds the steering wheel with one hand and holds the cigar in his other hand. He is dressed in a hunting suit because he is also a hunter. I'm in my tight jeans that shows my butt and blue velvet shirt. On the Radio is classic rock. REO Speedwagon with I Can't Fight This Feeling. I sing along to the song and I notice that Jackson is trying not to smile. Jackson puffed the last cigar smoke and put it out and put his warm hand on my knee. I stop singing and stare at that gorgeous hand streaked with veins.

"Don't stop. You have a beautiful voice." Jackson said in his deep rough voice and I continue to sing. We drove for another twenty minutes and then Jackson parked in front of the cabin and we got out of the truck. Jackson took our luggage and while I took all the food I managed to pack into two portable refrigerators and three bags and carried it to the cabin. I walked into a spacious room that featured a living room, kitchen and dining area. Jackson came out of the master bedroom and came to me and took half of things I was carrying and took it into the kitchen. I followed him and started to take things out and store them in the kitchen cabinets.

"I hope you don't mind I put our things in Master bedroom."

"Not at all." I said and add. "If you don't mind. Go on a relax you drove, I'll finish this." Jackson left me and and took a beer from the fridge and went to the terrace.

In fifteen minutes I joined Jackson on the terrace and took a deep breath of fresh air. I sat down beside him on a swing and took a sip of the beer I had brought. Jackson's arm was over the backrest so I leaned my head against it.

"It's beautiful here, as always. Especially in the fall when all the leaves are painted."

"Yes, Lena never liked to come here, while I remember JJ and you always enjoyed it." Said Jackson.

"When we are both in love with nature. I miss Jackson Junior, I will never forget him, but I love you now. He will always be my first love. My first, but I hope you will be my last."

"JJ was your first?" Jackson asked in surprise.

"Yes. You know I'm a romantic." I smile and Jackson joins me.

"I know." He said and took a sip of beer from the bottle.

"And what did you plan for the weekend?"

"I meant to go hunting and then make dinner. Tomorrow we go for a walk in the woods, what's left of it anyway and of course be in bed a lot." I smile.

"I agree with the plan. Now go hunting and bring us dinner." Jackson drank the rest of the beer and got up and disappeared into the cabin for a few minutes and came out with a shotgun in his hand.

"I'll see you in a couple of hours."

After a few hours, I sit on the couch reading a book when Jackson enters the cabin empty-handed. He pulls off his boots and puts down his shotgun.

"No luck?" I asked when Jackson went to the fridge and pulled out a beer and sat next to me on the couch and lit a cigar. He pulls in the smoke and blows it out and sighs.

"No." I put the book down and get up and go to the kitchen to prepare something for dinner. He looks out the window and looks like he's thinking.

"Chicken okay love?" It rolls out of my tongue without me thinking. Jackson turns to me with a smile that reveals dimples in his cheeks.

"Yes." He watched me the whole time as I was preparing dinner. Now we wash the dishes together and Jackson suddenly finds himself behind me. He scratched my neck with his few days old stubble and kissed it gently. He climbs with his lips all the way to my lower lip and bites it playfully, holding his strong hands on my hips. I could feel his bulge on my ass. He whispers in my ear.

"Go to bedroom Dori, I'll finish this and lock all the doors and join you." He says in a hoarse voice

"You sure?" I ask uncertainly.

"Definitely sure." Jakson says confidently, pushes me towards the bedroom and I move towards it and enter and lean against the door with a sigh. My dick is a rock hard because of his kisses and touches. What a guy got to do? Ah to prepare for the craziest night of his life. I take off all my clothes and lay down on my belly facing the door. I kick my legs through the air and in a few moments Jackson came into the room. Once again, I ask him uncertainly.

"Are you sure about this?" He smiles at me with lust his blue eyes.

"Yes as never before, because when you told me you love me, I realized that I feel something more about you even though you are a man." He pulled his sweater over his head and unbuttoned the belt buckle, then his pants and took them off. He had no underwear underneath so I was offered a sight of his every inch, his defyined body and a big fat dick.

I licked my lips and sighed, to which Jackson smiled and reached the bed. I took his dick in my fist and pull at it a couple of times and then swallowed it to the root in one go so Jackson grunted in pleasure.

"Slow down." He said as I began to tug his tool. I licked it like a lollipop. Then I thrust the tip of my tongue into the piss slit, and Jackson trembled and almost fell on me. I continued to lick his tool from head to testicles, then shoved one testicle into my mouth.

I felt Jackson push a finger into my hole. Fucking me with his finger, I was licking his balls. As he fucked me with his finger, he kissed my back with his rough but gentle lips again. I sucked him, like, the finest candy I've ever tasted. His tool is salty but again sweet. Then I felt two fingers enter me and tease my prostate. I sighed around his dick and felt him smile slightly as he kissed my back. I reluctantly left Jackson's dick.

"I want your dick in me love." Jackson removed his fingers from me and turned me on my back and spread my legs in V shape. He bent over me and kissed me passionately.

He penetrated my mouth with his tongue commandingly with passion and caressed my cheeks. I could smell cigars and beer in his breath, but also his specific taste, which made me even more horny.

When we had to catch our breath Jackson placed his big fat dick on my anus and slowly inch by inch, painful inch entered into me until he bottomed out. He stared at me and kissed me once more passionately.

He lowered his lips from my lips to my neck and bit into it gently, then kissed slowly down to my nipple and swallowed it as I squirmed beneath. I sighed with pleasure, but I needed more.

"Fuck me." I cry again and Jackson kisses my lips once more gently and looks at me with intense passion and wraps his fist around my dick and starts pulling on it.

"I won't fuck you honey. I'll make love to you." He says looking at me with passion. Then she slowly starts pulling out of me and entering his dick again with painful slowness without moving his gaze from mine.

"Harder!" I say with a sigh of pleasure.

"Not yet, hold on, honey. We have a whole weekend." Jackson says, lazily pumping into me. He pumps into me so slowly that I almost started to cry with happiness but also with despair. He lowered his lips to my other nipple and afforded the treatment he had gave the other one. He licked it as he pumped into me, gently.

"Please Harder!" I yell and Jackson finally listens to me and starts pounding his dick so hard and deep into me that I scream with pleasure and excitement. I thrust my feet into his buttocks and clutched his biceps with my hands, he grunted harder as I dug my manicured nails into his biceps.

He began to thrust harder into me, teasing my prostate with each of his sudden pumps. In the room you could hear skin-to-skin collision as his hips collided with my buttocks, and I could hear gasps and screams and the smell of sex. Sweat poured down from Jackson's forehead and leaked slowly at me. I stuck out my tongue and licked his chin with sweat coming down. My peak was approaching at lightning speed.

"I'm close!" I scream.

"Nobody even touching your dick?" Jackson says in awe pushing his monster even harder into me.

"You constantly teasing my prostate love!" Jackson growls and I end up spurting between us. Jackson growled as my anus muscles squeezed his dick and in a moment I felt him fill me with his warm cum.

While he was pounding into me a few more times and collapsed on me. I hugged him as we both gasped for air. Then Jackson looked at me with adoration and passion and smiled revealing his dimples in his cheeks.

"I think my feelings are the same. One of love honey." I catch my breath and then Jackson puts his lips on mine and kisses me voraciously until we have to separate ourselves to catch our breath.

His now soft dick pops out of my ass and I can feel his cum dripping down my ass. Jackson lies on his back and I put my head on his hard chest and fall asleep.

THE END