Page 67 of My Ex's Best Friend

KIERA

Jake carries me into his room. He gently lays me down on his bed, and I watch as he starts to undress.

My eyes follow the deliberate movements of his hands, tracing the contours of his body. His pants come off slowly, the movement deliberate and sensual. My gaze lingers, taking in the sight of his body, the play of muscles beneath his skin. His abs ripple as he flexes, and I feel my mouth go dry as his very obvious erection comes into view.

"Impressive view," I quip, a playful smile tugging at my lips.

Jake smirks a glint of amusement in his eyes. "Glad you think so."

He climbs onto the bed in front of me, causing the space between us to become charged.

I slowly but deliberately open my legs and lean back against the bed, propped up on my elbows.

Pulling my panties aside, I expose my pussy, my fingers stroking my swollen clit.

Slowly, I make my way toward my warm center, with two fingers plunging in and out of my soaked entrance.

His face changes quickly as it darkens with lust. He slowly inches toward me.

He hooks a hand around my ankle and pulls me toward him until I'm completely beneath him. His delicious weight digs into me as his body traps me between him and the bed. There's no escape.

I gasp at the pressure, and more so when his mouth closes around a sensitive spot at the base of my throat and suckles hard.

My body arches, but his weight remains unyielding on top of me. He has total control, and that knowledge turns me on even more.

There's nothing sweet in the way his mouth trails up and captures mine. It's a fiery, take-no-prisoner kiss that leaves me gushing wet.

Jake settles himself between my thighs, his weight slightly shifting to make me sit upright long enough to reach behind my back and take my bra off.

He slides it down my arms so my breasts are exposed to him and crushes his chest to mine. The contact heats my blood, and the pressure between my legs keeps mounting. I can practically feel my clit throbbing.

"You're mine; all of you belongs to me. Do I make myself clear?"

The possessiveness in his voice makes my stomach tighten and my heart race with need.

"Yes," I moan.

Everything he does is slow and torturous. He buries his head between my breasts and inhales, the long, drawn-out, hot breath making me shiver.

He grabs them almost painfully before he kisses down between the valley while he continues to knead my breasts before his fingers pinch my nipples hard.

I cry out as pain and pleasure course through me. He continues to suck and lick and bite, and I know that by the time he's done, he'll have left his mark on me.

He continues to kiss a trail down my stomach, softly putting pressure on my lower abdomen before he’s between my thighs.

He keeps his gaze on me while he hooks his finger around my panties and pulls them down to my ankles, ripping them in the process.

I barely have time to register or protest it when he nudges my thighs apart.

Gripping his cock, he angles the tip of his hard length on my sensitive nub, stroking back and forth. And he’s right there, at my core, making me throb and getting me even more wet with arousal.

Looking down between us, I see his dick soaked in my juices as he fists himself.

Releasing his grip on himself, he pushes his middle finger into me, softly at first, before he adds another finger, making me whimper.

I fist the bedsheet to keep from groaning out.

It drives me almost insane, my back arching off the bed at the exquisite torture, but he doesn’t stop. He nibbles on my thighs softly, trailing upwards before he leans in and slowly licks up my clit.

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