Page 39 of The Marshal


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I will make sure we date and then meet his family and help him through this.If he doesn’t do the right things, I’ll tell him it’s over forever.

I have to try.

I’m thirty on my next birthday and want a family.I want to get married and do all the normal things everyone else does.

So, Jake could be the one.

Or I’m letting my hormones decide for me.

In which case, tonight—and only tonight—I’m going to let him fuck me just the way he described.

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MY FRONT DOOR slamsbehind us as Jake whips me off my feet, carrying me upstairs.

I giggle.

“Jeans off,” he orders after dropping me to my feet, then tears off his black shirt and drops his own jeans.

I do the same and stand before him in my soaked white panties and bra.

“Hmmm,” he growls, tugging down the lace, and lowering his mouth to suck my nipple.“Missed these.”

Arching my back, I reach for his large biceps, thinking the same thing.I know a lot of well-built guys because of my brother, and I see many of them shirtless at parties, so you’d think I’d be immune.

Nope.

Not when it comes to Jake Murphy.

Hi body is like God dropped him on earth and said,done it!I’ve created the perfect male body.

My mouth waters as I run my fingers over his perfectly tanned skin and dark tattoos.I’ve spent a lot of time doing just this previously.

Pressing my eyes closed as he runs his tongue around my nipple, I squeeze his biceps and sigh erotically.

“That’s my little sex kitten.I know what you like.”

He does.

God, he does.

Jake lowers to his knees, and I slide my fingers through his hair.The moment he tugs my panties to the side and slides his fingers in, my knees buckle.

“Whoa there.”

My orgasm is embarrassingly close, and his mouth suctioning onto my clit is not helping.

“Jake...”

“I got you, baby.”His voice is rough as he guides me to the bed and pulls my panties down.

I sit, and he nudges me to lay down.

Parting my thighs, he rubs a hand over his mouth, his eyes darting between my face and pussy.“Jesus, Caylee, you’re swollen and so fucking ready.”

Yes, yes, yes.

Kneeling between my legs, he leans in and laps at my pussy.