“Were you? I’m intrigued to know what that is.” He slides my panties to the side and swipes two fingers along my slit.
“Yes….” I arch my hips and grind down on his fingers until they slip past the edge of my sex.
“You’re so fucking wet and greedy.” He plunges inside of me. “Touching you like this makes me feel like a god.”
“It feels so good. You feel so good.” I rock back and forth, riding him as he alternates between filling me and rubbing my clit. It only takes a few seconds and my core is twitching. “You’re an asshole.”
His fingers stop. My eyes pop open. I shouldn’t have said that.
“Why?” The concerned look on his face makes my stomach twist. Why does he look at me like my disapproval would destroy him? This can’t be real. Or it can’t be long-term, right?
No. Jake doesn’t do long term. He doesn’t date. He plays the field and I’m just the field he’s currently plowing.
Why am I using farming metaphors?
“I shouldn’t have said that.”
“No.” His jaw is tight as he swallows. “Say it. I don’t want things left unsaid between us. Why did you say that?”
“Fine,” I sigh, admitting that all his previous lovers makes me jealous is not something I want to spill to the universe for him to feel sorry for me. “I don’t like that you know how to play me this easily, and that the reason you can is because of all the women that you’ve been with before.”
He slides his fingers inside me. “These fingers belong to you. Forget about everyone else. I’ve forgotten all of them. So, use my fingers. My tongue.” His dark eyes swirl with lust. “And my cock as your personal play toys because they’re yours to use and command.”
“Jesus.” The man makes me feral as I lift my hips, yank down his underwear, causing his dick to bob free. It’s hard, swollen, and an angry red as if he’s about to split apart with need. And I do this to him. I raise up and place the tip of him to my core. “I want to ride you like I should’ve last night.”
“Thank God.” He grasps my hips and slams me to his base with a growl.
As he fills every inch of me, stars fill my vision. The man was made for me.
Don’t think that. This is for the moment. Enjoy it. I straighten my back and ride up and down his length. With each slam of my ass against his tights, he grunts his approval.
Moments pass. Seconds. Minutes. It’s all a blur of hands, mouths, tongues, and pleasure. I can’t get enough of him.
“Deeper. Harder. Faster.” I use my hips to snap down on him.
“As you wish.” Did he just quoteThe Princess Bride?
My eyes roll back into my head as he annihilates my pussy. The walls of my sex quiver and clamp down as he takes me higher until black covers my vision. “Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Oh, my God. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I gasp and spasm as my orgasm rocks my entire body.
“Fuck, Em.” Jake grunts and thrusts against me. His breathing stops as he shakes and spasms of cum shoot inside of me.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Jake
Later that Day
As I drive down Cedar Ridge Street, I watch Mackenzie’s place for signs of activity. The view is blocked, but I settle for this vantage point rather than gawking from thirty feet away. The possibility exists that it’s someone else’s child, but my money remains on Mackenzie.
If the baby is hers, who’s the father? That Lucas kid? He denied he had anything to do with the situation and certainly didn’t express any interest in claiming and raising the baby. A boy from Mackenzie’s class?
Not that it matters. With Mackenzie’s denial and no other leads, the baby will be considered abandoned by the court at the six-month mark and placed up for adoption. Even so, it continues to eat at my gut.
If I had a kid…. Shit. Don’t go there. Emily is not ready to settle down and start a family. We had sex last night. And this morning. And in the shower before she left. But marriage and children? We didn’t even commit to seeing each other tonight.
Chad’s non-licensed, non-insured car is parked along the street. The car in which he’s currently getting into.
From between two buildings a block away, I watch as he slides behind the wheel and guns the engine. No seatbelt either. Not that I’d expect a guy like him to wear one.
