Those big brown eyes devour every inch of me as they trail from my heels up to my thighs, a sinful grin spreading across his face.
His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me in—his mouth crashing against mine. I melt instantly, losing sense of everything but him. I swear my leg almost kicks up a little.
His lips taste like fire and ice, his tongue exploring mine like we’re taking the words right out of each other’s mouths. I burn and unravel all at once, clutching at his shirt even as he pulls back just enough to steal my breath again.
“Come on,” he demands, voice low and magnetic, wrapping around me like smoke. His fingers lace tightly with mine, pulling me down the hall like he already knows I won’t question him—and he’s right.
The house is swallowed in silent. His mom and three brothers nowhere to be found, like they disappeared just for us.
The moment we step into his room, it swallows me whole, the scent of his cologne wrapping around me like a memory I never want to fade.
A perfectionist’s lair disguised as a bachelor’s pad—graphic photos framed along the walls, dual monitors casting a soft glow across his desk, the bed made perfectly with dark blue sheets that look like they’re begging to be ruined. His closet sits open—shoes lined like perfectly, clothes hung with precision, every hanger facing the same way.
That’s what I love about Jacob—smooth and sharp. The kind of guy who never misses a beat. But standing here in my silver dress, I want nothing more than to watch that control shatter, piece by piece, just for me.
“Jainey, baby… come here,” he whispers against my ear, dragging my name out slow until my knees weaken.
In one quick motion, his hand captures mine, pulling me toward the bed. My heels click against the floor until my ankle nearly gives, forcing me to kick them off before I snap one—or worse, roll it completely. They’re not expensive, but right now, he’s the only thing I want to worry about.
The moment I sink into his bed, he hovers over me, his body casting a shadow that makes my heart race. His beautiful brown eyes devour me like I’m the only thing he sees. His lips find mine and I meet him halfway, my tongue tracing his in rhythm, answering his need with my own.
His hands roam, gripping my hair, grazing along my thighs, inching my dress higher until goosebumps bloom across my skin. He loves fisting my hair—it’s become one of his favorite things to do—and God, the way it feels now turns me on even more.
I turn my head toward the glowing monitor beside the bed. “Jacob,” I whisper breathless, “we’ve got twenty minutes before our reservation.”
He smirks against my lips, brown eyes darkening with mischief. “Then we’ll just have to make every second count.”
A soft moan escapes my lips as he kisses me harder, like he wants to erase the clock completely. The energy between us hums through me like a live wire, his hands wandering greedily over every inch of skin they can reach.
Nothing outside this room matters anymore—not the plans, not the time slipping away—only the fire between us, burning wild and endless.
His hands slide up my dress, removing my already soaked thong before sliding them down to my knees. I watch him as he unbuttons his pants, as I caress my breasts gently, watching him with pleading eyes.
All my attention snaps to his hard cock the second his pants and underwear hit his knees.
He lifts my legs and drags my closer, my ankles settling on his shoulders as he gently pushed into me. He’s the biggest I’ve ever had, and every time he’s inside me, I feel myself falling for him all over again.
I loved him before we slept together, but once we finally did, everything changed. We were obsessed—skipping class, sneaking off to his place, doing anything just for an hour alone. And now being able to see him almost everyday feels like something I should’ve been daydreaming about a long time ago.
My mom kicked me out, so I live with Arina now. I can come and go freely, which means we see each other a lot.
I stayed at his place for three days in a row. Arina ended up calling to check on me—just to make sure I was safe. She’ssodramatic.
But being with him is always so consuming—and unforgettable. And lying here in this moment, I remember exactly why I keep falling in love with him.
Over. And over, again.
Once he’s all the way in, I meet his heavy gaze while he moves, slow at first, letting me feel every inch. But after a few teasing thrusts, he’s slamming into me like he’s racing a clock.
Which technically he is.
My screams carry throughout the house—maybe even outside if someone’s close enough to hear.
I never used to scream during sex—until my pussy met Jacob.
This guy learned every button I had, and my body soaked up every second of it. He’s never told me to be quiet. If anything, I think he likes hearing me scream his name. Guys like their ego stroked more than their dick at times.
“I wish you could see yourself fucking my cock”, he pleads, pounding into me harder, his gaze locked on the shine from my wetness.
