Page 34 of Jacob

My eyes drop down his body and for the first time I get a full-frontal view of every single hard inch of him and I have to swallow down a groan as I take him in.

His length hangs heavy between his thick thighs, and he’s big, surprisingly so. No wonder he displays big-dick energy… he has a huge one to back it up.

An eight-pack stomach, scattered with black tattoos that weave into thicker, blacker body art across his collar, pecs, and shoulders; he’s the sexiest man I have ever laid my eyes on… and he’s completely unaware of his hotness.

I force my inner good girl back into her box and unleash my inner bad one. I want him.

Stepping back, I pull the hem of my pink camisole over my head, then free my long locks from my tight buns, allowing my hair to spill across my shoulders and exposed breasts.

It’s the first time he’s ever seen me naked, and I watch as his breath hitches as he takes me in.

An electric current fills the room.

I slip my matching sleep shorts down my hips, letting them pool around my feet.

Desire intensifies in his dark eyes, heating my skin with his gaze. With his hand still on the glass, his other one grabs his now hard cock and he begins to stroke himself.

If only I could touch him.

“You have a beautiful body, Skye.”

“It’s yours,” I murmur as he fists himself faster, his biceps contracting with every jerk.

“Show me that pretty pussy.” His words are almost desperate.

Bringing my hand to my mouth, I suck hard on my finger, coating it to make it wet.

He lets out a long groan and leans his forehead against the glass.

Sailing my hand down my body, I gently part my lips and touch my clit, causing a moan to leave my throat. “Feels so good,” I gasp.

His eyes eat me up as he watches me circle my bundle of nerves over and over.

The head of his cock looks angry and about to blow as he continues to fuck himself with his hand.

I’m on the edge, about to explode myself.

A desperate sound from deep in his chest sends goosebumps across my body and I can feel my impending orgasm weave down my spine, coasting its way to my center.

“Come for me, Butterfly. Fuck yourself with your fingers. Imagine it’s my hand.”

I do as I’m told and place my fingers on either side of my lips in a V shape, exposing myself fully, and rub myself harder. With my other hand, I push my finger deep into my hot, wet core and slide it in and out, chasing my release.

Our labored breaths kick up a notch as the water continues to rain down on him.

“I’m so desperate to touch you.” The admission spilling from his mouth has me unraveling.

Jolts of desire take flight, my entire body needing the release. Watching his tight fist stroke his cock sends me over the edge as I imagine him inside my pussy.

I clench my eyes shut until his commanding voice demands me to do the opposite. “Look at me when you come.”

My eyes fly open and connect with his through the glass as we fuck ourselves to completion.

With feral groans, he roars his release.

His eyes never leave mine as he shoots his load all over his hand.

Gasping.

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