Her muscles squeeze my cock again and again, sending stars through my vision. Sweat drips from my face. I tighten my abs and arch myself up, thrusting my hips and cock deeply into Cara. I match her intensity and contract every muscle in my body.
Her release triggers mine, and I thrust deep as I come, bliss shoots up my spine. and rattles my core.
For a long moment, we’re both panting and recovering. I grin as I finally lower myself onto my elbows, still inside her, and kiss her neck, then her lips, softly.
She sighs against my mouth, melts against me, and wraps her arms around my back. “Playboy, for sure, tick! Mine… maybe... hopefully… tick, tick?”
In that moment, I know for sure…
I’m never letting this girl go.
5
CARA
When I wake the next morning, I’m wrapped in Jake’s arms. Neither of us bothered to get dressed last night; there was no point since we’d have just ended up naked again anyway. My body heats just thinking about it. I’ve never come that many times in a row in my life, but Jake played my body just as well as he plays hockey. More than that, too, he looked after me afterward. And, he’s a cuddler. I grin, snuggling closer, giggling when his arms tighten around me. Good in bed, funny, charming, great at cuddling…seriously, Jake just about ticks every damn box I’ve ever had. Seriously, hisPlayboyreputation is deservedly and appropriately on the money.
None of this feels fake anymore.
Maybe it never was.
“Morning, princess,” Jake murmurs sleepily.
I look up at him, smiling. “Morning, Playboy,” I tease, unable to help myself.
Jake tickles my sides in retaliation, making me squeal. “Not anymore,” he says.
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“I’m justyourplayboy now,” he tells me, giving me no time to react when he scoops me up and carries me to the bathroom.
I wrap my arms and legs around him, considering his statement. He just declared himselfmine. I should be telling him no, this was just a one-time thing, only part of our deal, but…Well, I don’t want to.
Jake reaches into the shower to turn on the water, waiting for it to heat up before he steps inside, still holding me tight.
Steam surrounds us, wrapping us in our own little warm world; everything else except right here and right now fades away. I tilt my head back to kiss him as he presses my back to the tile, keeping my body against his, my legs still wrapped around his waist.
The kiss starts slow and sweet, but before long, need takes over me. Heat pools between my thighs, and I know he feels it. He groans, his cock hardens against my stomach, long and thick. My inner muscles clench with the memory of how good he felt inside me, and I whimper against him.
I reach between us, wrap my hand around his meaty girth, and guide him to my center. Jake curses under his breath as I take him slowly, gripping his shoulders, trying to hold myself steady. He cups my ass with one hand, the other is braced against the wall by my head. I rub the tip of his cock against my wet pussy, sliding it up and down a few times and teasing my own center. Just inserting the tip, then withdrawing it. Playing with his manhood like my favorite dildo. Then I rotate it against myclit. Finally, I let go, and he thrusts his hips, seating himself fully inside me with one push. My moan echoes off the tiles as my head falls back against the wet wall, my damp hair clinging to my skin.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say, my words full of need.
“You feel likemine,” Jake answers, voice gruff and possessive. The tone sends sparks through my veins, igniting my whole body.
Jake’s thrusts are slow and deep, hitting every spot I need him to. It’s hot as hell, but there’s something more, a connection that goes further than just our bodies. The way Jake holds me, like I’m something precious, the way he looks at me like he can’t believe I’m real.
The physical pleasure combines with the emotions rising in me, overwhelming me entirely in the best possible way.
Jake kisses my neck, murmuring praise and compliments against my skin as our hips move in unison.
“If I’m yours, prove it,” I pant, mindless with need as my release spirals closer. “Claim me, Jake. Fill me up and make me yours.”
“Goddamn, you’re perfect,” he groans, holding me even tighter as moans fall from my lips.
My orgasm barrels into me, stars exploding in my vision, hands clutching at Jake as he follows me into bliss. I feel him come, the sensation of him claiming me, filling me, marking me, sending another burst of pleasure through my body.
If it wasn’t for Jake holding me up against the wall, I’d have crumpled to the floor, knees weak. He kisses my shoulder, up myneck until he meets my mouth, and I sigh against him as we both come down from our highs.
