Page 34 of Knot the Stray

She draws the next card, her eyes scanning the text. Her gaze darkens, flicking up to meet mine. "Tell me your dirtiest fantasy."

I lean closer, crowding her space. "Taking you right here in front of this fire. Tasting sweet cream off your skin while I bury myself inside you, keeping you pinned to this mattress all night."

Her breath hitches. The scent of toasted sugar and vanilla spikes in the warm room, flooding my senses.

"My turn." I pull the third card, ready to turn the tables. "What ranks as your favorite childhood cartoon?"

Jessie smirks. She breaks eye contact, grabs the zipper of her light jacket, and pulls it down. "Pass."

"You pass on a cartoon question?" A rough chuckle escapes my throat. "Don't tell me you harbor a secret obsession with a yellow sponge."

"I never watched them." She shrugs one shoulder. "I saw them in passing, but I never sat down to enjoy one. Foster homes had strict rules around the television. The older kids always wanted to pick different stuff, and they hogged the remote anyway. I never cared for TV or movies as a kid. I preferred spending my free time outside or hiding with a book."

"No Saturday morning shows at all?"

"None." She pulls the jacket off her arms, tossing the fabric onto the floor. "I prefer speeding this game up anyway. Besides, as an adult, podcasts hold my attention much better. True crime and mechanic shows keep me entertained on the road."

"A true crime podcast nerd." I toss the rest of the deck onto the nightstand, my blood running hot. "Makes sense."

"Cheater. Draw your card, Alpha."

She grabs the next prompt from the pile. "What constitutes your biggest regret?"

"Pass." I grab the hem of my t-shirt, ripping the cotton over my head. I toss the shirt aside, exposing my bare chest to the heat of the fire.

The game loses all appeal. The intense heat building between us demands action. Reaching out, I grip the hem of her ribbed knit top. She raises her arms, letting me pull the shirt over her head. Her bra follows a second later.

She stands up, unbuttoning her jeans to push the denim and her underwear down her long legs. She steps out of the clothes, kicking the pile aside.

The firelight dances across her bare skin. She possesses gorgeous, supple curves. Her full breasts peak with tight, flushed nipples. A soft, feminine strength radiates from her whole frame. The sight knocks the breath straight out of my lungs.

I shed my own jeans and boxers in record time.

Grabbing the metal can of whipped cream from the table, I give the aluminum a hard shake.

Jessie drops onto her back across the plush mattress, spreading her thighs wide. "Let's test the fantasy." Her dark eyes burn with a hungry challenge.

I press the nozzle, spraying a dollop of white cream over each of her tight nipples. I move lower, tracing a thick line of the sweet cream right over her slick, swollen folds. The white foam creates a stark contrast against her flushed skin.

Dropping the can, I settle between her knees. I lean down, capturing a coated nipple in my mouth. Swirling my tongue mixes the sugary cream with the musky taste of her hot skin. She arches her spine, her fingers tangling deep in my hair.

"Jake." Her hips buck up off the sheets.

"You taste incredible." I trace an open-mouth kiss down her ribs, moving lower to settle my face between her thighs.

I lap up the melting cream from her wet center. The sugar complements her natural arousal. Tracing my tongue deep into her slick opening, I drink her down. She tastes like sweet vanilla and pure heat.

"Don't tease me." Her heels dig into the mattress. "I need more."

"I love tasting you." I use a demanding suction on her sensitive clit, driving her hips up.

She thrashes against the sheets. Her fingers grip the thick quilt.

"Please." Her voice breaks on a desperate whine. "I want you inside me. Stop making me wait."

"I want to watch you take it." Crawling up her body, I align the thick head of my cock with her dripping entrance. Her wetness coats my tip. I push forward a fraction, dragging the blunt ridge against her sensitive opening.

"Look at me." I brace my hands on either side of her head.