Taking me out of my thoughts, he scoops me up, lying me on the bed before removing the heels.
“Turn over,” he demands, standing over me.
I give him a look, brows arched and mouth curved in a taunt.
Grinning, he runs his hand down my back. “You’ll see… just trust me, Jaine.”
Reluctantly, I listen. As I turn over, a smile slips out. “Hmm,” I murmur, glancing back at him, “now I’m excited.”
“Oh, you will be.” He says teasingly, his voice low.
Immediately I feel his rough hands tug at the zipper just below where a bra would’ve been—if I bothered wearing one.
He unzips my dress, my nipples hardening as goosebumps coat my entire body from my backside being exposed. He eases the thin straps from my shoulders, dragging them down my hips before it drops to the floor.
His palm glides over my ass cheek before slapping it hard, pulling a scream from my throat. Tugging at my thong, he nearly rips the thin material, the sound of my scream igniting the fire already burning in him.
He pulls his polo over his head in one swift move, the sound of his pants hitting the floor right after. Face-down, I feel him cage me in, his arms planted firmly, my thighs framed between his. His cock glides between my ass cheeks, slow and teasing.
My back arches even as I try to keep still. His lips brush my spine, the goosebumps bloom again—hotter, deeper—fed by everything throbbing between my thighs.
I turn my head barely an inch, pulling in a shaky breath, my hands locked around the pillow. He grabs his cock, impatient and shoves himself inside me so fast my breath catches.
He pulls out and drives back in with long hard strokes, my pussy dripping around him. His hands clamp around my hips, lifting me as he sits on his knees, making me clamp down on him even tighter.
A deep groan escapes his lips. “Damn, I love this pussy.”
He knows I love it from behind. There’s something about that position that drives me crazy.
The sound of his groan sends a shiver through me, my pussy clenching even more around his cock on instinct.
“Fuck, yes,”I moan. Breath slipping out of me with how hard he’s thrusting.
The bed shakes with every thrust, the music sounding non existent compared to the sound of my pussy getting wrecked.
I grip his hand tightly, lifting my hips to feel more of him.
I need to feel all of him.
I need every inch of him buried inside me so deep I feel it in my chest. I was been soaked since before I arrived at his place, and even more so after that quicky before dinner.
All I really crave right now is his cock inside me, and to hear the sound I’m hearing now—our bodies slamming together while he fucks me into oblivion.
We move in sync, bodies slapping, as he jerks inside me, my orgasm rushing through me. Heat explodes through me, pouring out in a rush I can’t stop. He drives into me harder—driving me into the mattress, wringing every drop out of me.
“Right there—yes!” I yell, just as he slams into me one last time, filling me up.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, slamming into me one last time—or so I think. Instead of pulling out, he stays buried, fucking me with all of him, like he hasn’t lost a single once of hardness.
I’ve had a handful of sex prior to Jacob, and they all needed at least need a 30-minute break just to get hard again.
But not him. It’s like every time he’s near me, he’s hard— and I love it every fucking time.
We rock back and forth like we both still need a release. His breaths turn heavier, faster, and he slams into me so hard my vision blurs, stars blooming behind my eyelids. Hot tearsslide down my face, tangled with pleasure pulsing through me, every breath catching as he pushes me closer to the edge.
There is no doubt in my mind my lips are swollen. The pain dissolves into pleasure, and I’ll take it again and again if it means he won’t stop.
Sweat coats our faces, chests rising in sync, as we cum together again—my screams echoing as he fills me once more.
