Page 59 of Crave

“I trust you.” Three of the best words anyone has ever said to me. I lean down and take her mouth again, right before I thrust into her. She’s so wet and ready, that I slide right in. I stop immediately and let her adjust to my size.

“Oh, god, baby,” I say, getting control of myself before I embarrass us both by coming right now. She grabs my face, pulling my beard, and reclaiming my mouth.

“I love how I taste on your tongue,” she says against my mouth.

“I love when you talk dirty,” I tell her.

She slaps my ass, the sound and the sting surprising me. “If you don’t start fucking me right now, Jacob! I swear to God!”

“You want to be fucked, Dee? Well, hold on, baby.” I put one hand under her knee, lifting her leg and throwing it over my shoulder. The change in positions puts me even deeper inside of her. I start with slow, deep thrusts, reaching all the way to the back of her. She mewls like a wild cat, scratching at my back.

I change the pace, and instead of slow thrusts, I slam into her. She takes her other leg and throws it over my shoulder too, allowing me to glide even further inside of her.

“You feel so good. You fuck me so good, Jacob.” She removes her legs from over my shoulder and rests them on the bed, but she opens her legs as far as she can. I take both of them by her calves and push them over her head as I fuck her with everything in me.

“You like that?” I ask, as I pump in and out, sweat sliding down my back. I kiss her lips hard, putting her bottom lip between my teeth and pulling. She takes everything I have to give her. Her moans fill the room, as she scrapes her fingernails down my slick back.

The harder I fuck her, the wetter she becomes. She lets out one final loud moan before sticking her hands in my hair. She pulls while calling out my name over and over again. “Jacob. Jacob. Jacob,” she says as she convulses underneath me. I’m not far behind. I stick my face in the crook of her neck, my breath hot on her skin. If I remembered how to speak, I would have called her name. For the first time in years, I come inside a woman without a barrier. I slide out of her, come still dripping from my dick.

As soon as I lie on my back, Sandy climbs on top of me, purposely rubbing her still wet pussy on my stomach.

“Who knew you were so dirty?” I say and she leans over for me to kiss her. I squeeze her ass and bite her lip. When we finally break the kiss, she rests her limp body on top of mine while we both try to catch our breath.

“Wow,” she says, as she rolls away. I pull her to my side, and she rests her head on my chest as her fingertips trace across my abdomen. “I’m going to want more of that really, really soon.” She walks her fingers down my stomach, south of my navel and grabs on to my still wet dick.

“I’m going to give you more of that really, really soon.”

Her lips follow the same path as her fingers as she kisses her way towards my now fully hard dick. Without pause, she takes me all the way into her mouth.

“Yes,” is the last word I remember saying before I lose myself in Sandy all over again.

CHAPTER 19

SANDY

“You know I could have driven myself,” I say to Jake as I unfasten my seatbelt. He hops out of the driver’s seat and runs to my side to open the door for me.

“I like to drive my woman around.”

I roll my eyes at him, but I take his offered hand as I jump out of his Escalade. I check the time and realize I have a few minutes before I need to start at the bakery.

“You’re such a Neanderthal, but I guess you’re my Neanderthal now.” I close the space between us, wrap both arms around his neck, and get on my tippy toes. I eye his full mouth before I run my tongue along his lower lip. I look up to find him watching me, waiting on my next move. Unable to wait another second, I pucker my lips. I claim victory when he finally kisses me as he groans. Only the honking of the cars as they drive past reminds us that we’re in public.

“I’ll walk you inside. I’ll tone down my caveman ways and not throw you over my shoulder this time.” I put my hand in his and walk from the parking lot to the front door of the bakery.

“You don’t have to come back to pick me up. I can take an Uber back to your house.”

We’ve become inseparable since the day I brought him lunch as his office, spending every night together since the day I went to his office for lunch.

“I’m not letting you take an Uber. I just told you how much I like to drive you. I’ll be back after I get a haircut and a shave, and I’ll hang around until you’re ready to go. Do you need to go home to get some clothes?” He opens the door to the bakery for me, our hands still intertwined.

“No, I have something to wear to your uncle’s already.” He nods and looks at his watch. “And, hey?” I grab his face and tug on his facial hair. “Don’t you dare shave all of this off.” I lean in closer and lower my voice. “You know how much I like to feel this between my legs.” I plant a soft kiss on his lips and attempt to walk away from him, but he pulls me back to him.

“I’ll just trim it. Keeping you satisfied is a full-time job.”

“It’s your job now, Mr. Clark.”

“One I take very seriously. Just wait and see what I have in store for you tonight.” He pulls me into his arms and rubs his beard on the side of my neck, tickling me and making me laugh. My laughter incites him to continue, and I laugh harder until the sound of footsteps forces us to stop and freeze. My mother stands in front of us, looking at our joined hands.

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