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Luke calls him a wimp, but Jake just shrugs. “She’s half your size, Jake.”

“That doesn’t make her any less scary. She threatened me that first time I went to the bakery. But don’t worry, I’ll have her wrapped around my little finger soon enough.”

We eat dessert, a lemon cake I made, in record time. Aunt T declared that all preparations for the baby shower are done, and I even manage to get an invitation for Tash before Jake whisks me out of his parents’ house.

He rubs my thigh the entire three minute drive from his parents’ house to his, and by the time we walk through the front door, my panties are drenched.

CHAPTER 39

JAKE

“I’m going to spend the rest of the day inside of you.” Her dress is too tight for her to jump in my arms and wrap her legs around me. Instead, I pick her up and run from the car to the house.

My plan is to strip her naked and spend the rest of the afternoon and evening naked, in bed, but the minute I step inside the house, I know my plans will have to be put on hold for a little while.

Zeus jumps on me the minute I walk through the door, and Lady starts to bark uncontrollably. A quick glance in the kitchen reveals a mess. There’s dog food and water all over the floor. I sigh and put Sandy down.

“Down, Zeus. Down, Lady.” They both lie down immediately, but their tails continue to wag. “Sorry, baby. Looks like they need to be taken out. You wait for me in the bedroom. I’ll take them out and clean up this mess, and we can have the rest of the afternoon and evening uninterrupted.”

She gives me a kiss filled with promises of what’s to come. She walks slowly to the bedroom, the sway of her hips like a siren’s call.

“You two really get on my nerves, little cock blockers,” I grumble at the dogs.

My hard on turns into a semi as I walk the dogs. I toss a Frisbee at them for a few minutes before we head back inside. Instead of finding the mess of dog food and water waiting for me to clean up, I find the place spotless. Fresh food and water replaced the mess.

Before I go into the bedroom to show Sandy my gratitude, I decide to take a shower in one of the guest bathrooms. I’m sweaty and smell like dog, but I know if I go into the master bedroom and find her waiting for me, I’ll be too turned on to bother with a shower.

After taking a quick one, I walk into the bedroom with only a towel wrapped around my waist.

“Dee, baby,” I yell into the empty bedroom. “Come to daddy.”

“Is that you, Mr. Clark?” I walk to the adjoining bathroom only to find the door locked.

“It better be me in my bedroom with my girl.”

“I love it when you get possessive. Alexa, playBlurred Lines.” Music, followed by Robin Thicke’s voice fills the room. The door slowly opens, and my jaw hits the floor when she walks out.

She’s in a white teddy. The top pushes her boobs together, barely holding her nipples in. My cock goes from semi to granite in record time.

“Please sit down, Mr. Clark.” Her voice is husky as she holds onto my towel and walks me to the bed. It’s then that I notice the hot pink stilettos on her feet. She points to the bed, and I sit down.

“How conservative am I now, Mr. Clark?” she asks as she fingers the pearls around her throat. She puts one of her stiletto clad feet on my thigh, revealing a crotch-less teddy.

I lick my lips at the sight of her glistening core. On instinct, I lift my hand and reach for her, but she pushes my hand away. She puts her leg down, shielding the most beautiful sight from my eyes.

“Let me show you what happens when a good, conservative girl goes bad.” She turns, and when Robin Thicke starts crooning about a good girl, she seductively lowers her body, and slowly comes back up, her firm ass directly in my face. She starts to sing along, changing the lyrics, referring to herself as the good girl. My hand automatically caresses one cheek while I kiss the other.

All too soon, she moves out of my grasp, turns to face me, and starts to swing her hips seductively. My dick has now pitched a tent under my towel. I toss the towel to the side, and her eyes find it. She licks her lips at the sight and pre-cum oozes to the top.

She looks in my eyes, and without breaking eye contact, she straddles me, putting her wet core directly on top of me. She’s not done, though. She slowly starts to grind on me as she sings about how she wants it. I know she wants it too. I can feel how bad she wants it all over my dick. She holds my gaze as she dances on my lap, all the while fingering those pearls.

I trace a finger up one arm and slowly bring down the strap of her teddy. One of her breasts pops out, and I immediately latch onto her nipple.

I lose it when she sticks both hands in my hair, my name a hushed whisper on her lips. I lie on my back and take her with me. I lift her and place her pussy on my face, tasting her saltiness.

Now, she’s grinding on my face.

“I love how you can do that. I love how you strong you are. How you lift me and toss me around like I weigh nothing.”

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