There’s nothing in the world aside from this pussy.
Right here, in this moment, I could die a happy man.
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Oh god. Oh, god.
I can’t… What…
I can’t describe how it feels to be consumed by Jake Brand.
I can hardly believe it’s even happening.
It’s so different from the other times. He’s not slinking toward me like a lion bent on seduction. Oh, hell no. No, this is a full-on frontal assault.
I moan and my hips swivel. My hands settle on the sofa arm. I lean forward, taking weight off him.
Jake snarls, wraps his arms tighter, and pulls down. He’ll suffocate. I’ll kill him.
The man is in no way toying with his food. He’s absorbing it like it’s his last meal and the bell’s about to ring and he’s seconds from getting thrown out on his ass.
“Holy shit. Holy shit,” I whisper, over and over again. It’s glorious. He is. We are, like this.
Being taken. Consumed with such fierce intensity that if our cells could join, he’d do it.
I’d do it. Mesh with him. Let him tie me in a knot and tighten it, tighten it, the way my insides are coiling up hard.
I’d do anything to keep riding his face like this. Anything to reach the climax he’s forcing on me like I’m not the one on top. Like my hands are tied and these limbs are useless and all I’m made for is taking, receiving, feeding him, feeding pleasure.
“Oh, god. God, god. Jake, it’s…”
Too much. Way too much.
I’m sitting on him, but the man’s calling the shots. The hands forcing my hips to grind down, the shoulders spreading my legs too wide, the tongue taking and taking and taking until giving’s not such a chore at all.
Letting go, for the first time, isn’t even a choice, is it? Not when it’s forced on you.
Not when I’m in the driver’s seat, but my body’s not my own and my mind’s left the building and?—
“Oh. Oh!” That’s my voice. Hijacked by his teeth right now, his nose, which is splitting me open while his tongue fucks into me. The rough, callused fist scraping up my sweater, tugging at my bra, dragging the cup down and then?—
I scream. And it’s not a pretty little sound or one of those breathy porn noises. It’s a full-on thing, hurtling out of me at the exact speed of the orgasm that just claimed my lungs and seized my abs and my heart and shut down every other muscle in my body. Everything—every part of me—is spinning off in pursuit of that one goal.
Coming. Coming. Which isn’t anywhere near an adequate word for thisseizurethat’s taken hold, coiling me up and up, knotting me tighter in search of that last drop of pleasure.
Just…one…
“Oh, god.”
“Say it.” He’s somehow gotten his mouth free.
“Oh god.”
“Say my name. Say it.”
I blink down at his shiny, beautiful face, slick from me. This isn’t real. This man between my thighs. It can’t be.
