Page 88 of The Scars We Heal

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she rolled over onto her knees, resting her elbows on the couch armrest. Yanking her panties down, I swiped my fingers through her center then pumped them inside a few times.

She looked over her shoulder at me. “Jake. Please.”

I reached for my pants, taking a condom out of the back pocket. After ripping the wrapper open with my teeth and rolling the condom over my length, I pushed the head of my cock against her entrance, slipping inside with ease.

“Oh, God.” Her walls stretched around me as I continued to sink into her. “You’re so b-big.”

“You’re doing so good.” I leaned forward to press a kiss just below her earlobe.

After pausing for a minute to make sure she was comfortable, adjusting to my size, I slowly started to thrust my hips, the slaps of skin against skin filling the living room.

She lifted her hips slightly so her ass was in the air, and I gripped them, tugging her back toward me when I thrust forward so our bodies collided with delicious force.

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her earlobe. “You’re so fucking tight. Your pussy feels like it was made for me.”

Her head fell back, and I took the opportunity to kiss her neck as I drove into her from behind.

“God, yes. You feel so good,” she moaned. “Keep fucking me just like that.”

My pace increased slightly, and her pussy clamped around me when I slammed into her. My hand skimmed up her back to the base of her neck, and my fingers tangled in her hair, the strands wrapping around them.

I tugged lightly. “Is this okay?”

“Mm-hmm,” she whimpered. “I like it. I don’t mind you being a little rough.”

“Are you sure?” I pinched my brows together. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. “It’s okay. I’m not breakable. Please. Pull my hair, spank me. I want it, I swear.”

I lifted my chin, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. Fuck, this woman. I swore Caitlin Carson was the woman of my fucking dreams.

“God, I can’t even think straight right now.” The whine fell off my lips easily. “I want this image of you burned into my brain, baby.”

“I can feel how much you want it,” she gasped. “Are you going to come? I want to make you come.”

She moved her hips back so each time I sank into her was more forceful, more powerful, just more. Her arousal dripped down my cock and the inside of her thighs, and I knew I was getting close.

“I’m almost there,” I grunted, my hands grasping her body so tight I was worried I’d leave marks. With a couple more thrusts, my cock twitched, balls tightening, and my body started to go limp, all the strength being pulled from me.

“Jake,” she moaned as my chest pressed into her back, my weight settling against her.

I bit down on her shoulder, stifling my own groans as I spilled inside the condom, her walls fluttering against my pulsing cock.

Her thighs were shaking, and both of us were breathing heavily. A few seconds passed before I pulled out of her, a sigh escaping her lips at the loss.

She rolled over, a lopsided, sated grin on her face. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

I leaned down, kissing her on the nose before standing and taking care of the condom. When I returned, I lay down next to her and pulled her into my side. She rested her head on my chest, her hand splayed across my stomach.

“I could get used to this,” she murmured.

I wanted to do this every day with her. Learn every part of her and what made her tick. Get to know her so intimately that our bodies were in tune with each other, our souls connected.

All I managed to say, though, was, “Me too,” as I ran my fingers through her hair, tracing the soft curves of her face. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Hardly,” she whispered.