“God, Jake,” she cried, twisting beneath him, feeling wide open from the physical force of his big
hands keeping her spread while his mouth ate at her like he was starved, all lips and tongue and teeth,
driven by a primal hunger. “Just—oh, at least let me shower first.”
“No,” he growled into her, “not yet. I like you like this, all sticky and sweet with cum.” His tongue lapped, her body answering his deliciously carnal demands by filling his mouth, flooding his face with cream. “Fuck, you’re sweet,” he grunted, shifting his head for a better angle. “I can’t get enough of it.”
“Jake,” she half laughed, half moaned, gripping handfuls of his silky black hair, unsure if she was going to push him away or pull him closer. “Jesus, Jake, no one can taste that good. At least let me get clean again first.”
“I told you, not yet,” he ordered roughly, though the sound was muffled by her throbbing flesh.
She just stared down at him in wonder, fascinated by the sight of his dark head buried between her pale thighs, almost afraid of where he was pushing her with the pleasure he was forcing through her body. Something inside of her was changing, evolving—like a big sleeping cat waking from its nap, stretching to consciousness in the warm afternoon sun.
She was very much aware of the fact that she was becoming physically addicted to Jake Farrell. That was bad. It was dangerous enough to have given him her heart so long ago, and now he was claiming her body too. She’d already lost the emotional battle—how in the hell was she going to find the strength to win the physical one? Where was she going to find the will to fight them both?
Her fingers tightened and she tried to thrust him away.
Jake looked up at her from beneath his lashes, his eyes dark and feral, his mouth wet and glistening. “Don’t make me stop,” he whispered, his voice ragged and on edge, and she wondered if he felt it too, this dangerous connection binding them together, interconnecting their lives until it was difficult to tell where one ended and the other began. “Please, Taylor. You taste so sweet. Like us. Like fucking. Don’t make me stop.”
Uh-oh. Too late.
The need opened up, huge and gaping, demanding to be filled, and her fingers tightened, pressing his head back down, pulling his face into her pussy while a raw cry of need rushed past her lips.
His eyes closed, and he ate again, burrowing his tongue into her opening, cupping her ass in his hands to lift her higher, going and going until her world was turning black and her lungs were aching for air. The climax ripped through her, somehow stronger than the others, a violent force of love and physical awareness that started in the clenching muscles of her womb and spiked through her body, hard and fast and pounding, as painful as it was sweet.
And then he was there, his big arms wrapping around her, his cock huge and hot and hard as granite, pushing against her still quivering slit. His fingers speared into her hair until she could feel the imprint of each one against her scalp, and he held her still as his mouth came down on hers the same instant he rammed back inside. He used the counter to brace her while his thick cock just kept going, filling her still pulsing pussy one beautiful, heavy inch at a time.
Sweat poured from his body, his muscles cramping as he struggled to keep it together. No—he was
going to come too soon. He was too on edge, too turned on.
With a low curse, Jake pulled out of her sweet, clinging depths before he’d even fully made it inside, stumbling back against the wall, staring at her as if he didn’t quite know what to make of her.
Where in the hell had his legendary control gone—the one that kept him screwing for hours, wringing pleasure out of his partners until they passed out in exhausted satisfaction? Huh! All he had to do was look at Taylor and he was ready to come like some short-triggered boy of sixteen. If he weren’t so fucking in love with her, he’d have found it humiliating as hell.
Then Taylor moved gracefully off the counter and dropped down on her knees in front of him, staring up at his cock with a look of hungry desperation burning in her big brown eyes.
Oh, hell.
Her lips parted, tongue flicking daintily against her bottom lip, and his cock twitched, jumping into the air, bringing a smile to her mouth. Then she leaned forward and flicked the big, wet head with her tongue and his damn knees nearly gave out.
“Mmm,” she moaned, licking her way down the side of his cock. “You’re right, Jake. We do taste
good together.”
That was it. Jake gripped the root of his massive erection, clamping down tight to stop the flow of cum, gritting his teeth as he fought for some shred of control. He breathed through his nose, the sound rough and deep, like a raging bull while the air surged hard and heavy through his lungs.
Taylor watched him struggle with a sense of awe. He was so impossibly sexy and rugged, rippling with muscle, looking down at her with a fierce expression that was equal parts stunned disbelief and blistering lust. Everything about the man was a seduction. He was just so masculine, so dangerous, so elementally male. His dark hair and hungry green eyes and sun-kissed skin were a dramatic contrast against her own pale coloring, so that it looked as if his golden body actually glowed before her with heat and vitality.
She licked her lips, swaying with need. And then she was being lifted against his front, her legs moving instinctively to straddle his waist, and his thick cock was working its way back up inside of her once more. It pushed through her in a powerful, insistent thrust, filling her empty, aching pussy till she thought she’d bust open around him.
“I thought—” she panted, trying to form a coherent sentence while his hard, hot cock forced the walls of her pussy apart—digging deep—so deliciously deep inside of her. “I mean—I didn’t know guys could do it this many times.”
His lips broke into a warm, sensual smile as he walked her across the floor to the enclosed shower in the corner of the small room, both of them gasping from the friction as he moved. “Taylor, I’ve only fucked you once and come twice. No way in hell is that enough. I’m not anywhere close to being done with you tonight, and then we get to start all over again tomorrow.”
She squirmed in his arms. “Aren’t you sore?”
“Yeah, my cock feels kinda bruised from being squeezed so tight, but trust me—it feels better in than out.” His clever tongue licked the shell of her ear, dipping inside, his breath warm against her skin. “But what about you? I rode you pretty hard, sweetheart, and you’re really swollen. Can you take me again, because I sure as hell can’t promise to go any easier on you this time around?”
“Isn’t it a little late to be asking that question?”
His face looked pained, his voice barely human as he growled, “Do you want me to stop?”
She sought his mouth for another kiss, groaning against his silk-textured lips. “I’m tender, but you’re right—it feels better in than out.”
Jake pushed the door open behind her and walked her into the small stall, their mouths never breaking contact, and pressed her body up against the back wall of tiles. Reaching behind him with one hand, he twisted the knob until a blast of ice-cold water slammed into his back. He growled into her mouth, pressing his body closer into hers, sharing her heat, and twisted the knob until the water was streaming hot and hard against his skin, filling the frigid air with steam.
The feel of his wet skin against her own while his cock claimed possession of her pussy, a thick, pulsing mass of flesh cramming her full, nearly brought her to orgasm then and there.
Jake grabbed hold of her slim hips, his fingers biting into her tender flesh, pulled out of the cusp of her opening and gave her a hard, heavy lunge that packed him back in to the hilt, all the way to the root of his cock, slamming her against the wet shower wall, then grinding there inside of her.
He looked down at her through heat and steam, his green eyes burning like twin lights of flame. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve been in the shower and grabbed my cock while thinking about you, fantasizing about how sweet it’d be to have you in front of me, all ripe and wet, waiting for me to become a part of you?”
She shook her head, words completely failing her.
With her back braced against the wall and her legs wrapped tight around his waist, his big, rough hands were free to roam and explore. Jake placed them on her shoulders, smoothing the wet tendrils of her hair back, then allowed them to rasp down her chest till he was cupping her breasts, teasing the swollen nipples with the calluses on his palms. “Too many times to count, Taylor. But you know what?”
“What?” she groaned, loving the way he twisted her sensitive nipples between his fingertips, the ease with which he reduced her to a quivering mass of need and want and lust. She hungered for him so badly it was like a living thing clawing at the back of her throat, aching between her legs, mad for the touch and taste of his skin.
He cupped her cheeks, tilting her face up to his, brushing his lips against her wet lashes, the delicate curve of her cheek. “I didn’t even come close. Having you here is so much more than anything I could’ve ever imagined. How do you do it to me, Taylor?” he rasped, biting kisses along her jaw. “How do you make me ache to fuck, needing you so damn bad it feels like I’ll die if I don’t get back
inside of you like this and stay here forever?”
Because I love you.
She couldn’t say the words, but she could show him. She pressed against him, all soft, womanly textures, tastes and scents, and wrapped her body around his own. The power rode them, and they struggled against one another, trying to crawl into the other’s skin, eager for the other’s touch, unable to get close enough.
He reached between them and found her throbbing clit, so near to bursting all he had to do was brush against it with his thumb and her pussy gripped him so tightly he felt deliciously bruised. The water was beating down hard and heavy against his back, her soft hands clutching at him, the innocent touches driving him as wild as the deep, luscious clenching of her cunt, and he pinched her clit between his thumb and forefinger, giving a gentle tug, and then a not so gentle one that had her jerking against him, sobbing into his mouth.
Jake took her bottom lip between his teeth and pulled, just like his wicked fingers were pulling at her clit, and Taylor swore she almost lost consciousness from the rush of sensation that pierced her. There was a pulsing friction of heat and pounding blood in her veins. He worked her like clay, molding this raging, volatile creature in place of the shy, timid woman who had lived there before.
The power shifted between them. One moment a gentle ebb and flow. The next a violent push and shove. It tumbled over them, around them, sucking them under like a bottomless force of gravity and she broke apart on a rippling wave of love and ecstasy.
With a long, guttural groan, he began coming, grasping the soft, sweet cheeks of her ass, grinding against her, drilling her into the wall. He gritted his teeth as his body seized and jerked, the orgasm burning through him, strong and violent and raging, while the mystery of the petite woman delicately sinking her teeth into his shoulder shifted his entire world on its axis.
Time became lost, dark and jagged. When he finally came back to reality, he was pressing heavily against her with his legs damn near knocked out from under him. His chest hurt from the force of his harsh breathing, and he could feel her small, cool hands stroking slowly down the rigid muscles of his back in a gentle, soothing caress that for some strange reason made his blood roar through his ears as if she were stroking his cock.
Oh man, he had it so bad for this woman. He was crazy fucking nuts for her.
And amazing as it was, considering the force of his release, he was still half hard inside of her and growing harder by the second. He had to be careful or his dick was going to end up killing both of them. Reluctant to hurt her, Jake slowly pulled back his hips, knowing her battered little pussy would need a few more minutes of recovery time before taking him again.
They stayed beneath the spray, gently soaping each other’s bodies, both too shaky to risk walking, until the water turned cold. Taylor stood shivering against the shower wall, feeling like she’d just survived a cataclysmic, life-altering experience, and knowing she could too quickly become dependent on this kind of thing on a regular basis.
Huh, she silently muttered, shutting her eyes against the pathetic reality of her situation.
Come off it,
Taylor
.
She was already dependent on it, and they’d only been going at it for an hour or so. Who knew what kind of condition she’d be in by the time he packed up and headed back home? He’d probably leave her wrung out and pulsing on the floor, just a sopping mass of cream and cum and tears.
And the worse part was that she knew there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it. She was his to do with as he pleased for as long as he wanted. It was a fact. The only thing to do was stick to her original plan and wring as much earth-shattering pleasure from it as she could, while she had the chance, then live off the wondrous experience for the rest of her life.
She tried to convince herself that it was a realistic plan.
It made sense.
It was the smart thing to do.