Page 91 of Jacob

“You are mine,” he growls before he sucks my nipple into his mouth and bites down.

“Oh, do that again.” I push my chest into his mouth for him to repeat his action.

“Come for me, Butterfly. Wet my cock with your tight pussy.” His filthy words are my undoing, causing the beginning of my orgasm to weave its way through my body.

He bites down, then flicks my nipple with his tongue, and the orgasm that’s been building suddenly explodes, causing me to cry out his name, claiming him as mine.

My whole body lights up like the fourth of July, my legs shaking, the sensations ripping through me like an avalanche.

His grunts and thrusts become feral as he fucks me through my orgasm, pounding me into the bed. I want more. I want all of him and I don’t want him to ever stop. It feels like we’ve been doing this forever together.

Skin on skin, he fucks me harder, my hands exploring his hard body, memorizing every part of him, praying he can feel my love for him pouring through my touch, as he slides into my heart, flooding my soul in the best way possible.

“I want to go on top,” I gasp.

Without hesitation, he loops his gigantic arm around my waist and flips us over. Never losing the connection, I sit upright.Moving my pelvis back and forth, I grind my clit against his pelvic bone.

The low light across the room makes him look darker, his pecs flexing, his tattoos almost dancing like shadows across his body.

I run my hands down his chest. “You’re so sexy, Jay.” Butterflies dance in my lower stomach, knowing he’s all mine.

He reaches up and pulls the elasticated hair band out of my long silver locks.

I shake my hair to fluff it out.

Looking up at me with hooded eyes, he smirks. “You should see yourself. Sexy as fuck. Your hair.” He thrusts. “Your fucking beautiful body.” Another thrust. “Your nipples are fucking delicious.” Another thrust. “And these fucking socks.” He pings the elastic hem of my thigh-high socks. “They will be my undoing. You’ll be the death of me, you sexy little minx. Aw fuck. I’m gonna—” He squeezes his eyes shut.

“Look at me.” I move my hand behind me and squeeze his balls, making his eyes fly open.

I squeeze them tighter, clenching the inner walls of my pussy, as I reach down to play with my clit.

And I rock, fuck me, do I rock my hips to give him the ride of his life. Because while a slow gentle love-making session would have been nice, it would be exactly that, nice, and that’s not what I wanted. This is everything I want and more, and he needed this to finally bond us, to show him I’m not shy or quiet. I know what I want. Him. I want to show him the real me, the one I have always wanted to feel like. To feel free, loved, and adored. To be myself and let myself go.

He moves my hand out of the way to take over, pinching my clit. He rubs it then pinches it again, repeating the same motion over and over. Molten desire floods my core as I come again, taking him with me, as I tighten my grip on his testicles.

“Aw Jesus Christ, what the fuck—aw, Skye. What are you doing to me?” Words that make no sense spill out of his mouth as he shoots his load inside of me, filling me with his cum.

I arch my neck back, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I shudder and clench all around his cock. The feeling of my release burns between my thighs and low in my spine.

He pants, his chest heaving. He slowly sits up, looping his arms around me. “That was the best fuck of my life.”

Too tired to speak, I rest my head on his shoulder, letting him hold me.

“Hey, are you okay?” He lightly strokes my back.

“You made me orgasm three times. I’m tired,” I mumble against his skin.

He laughs out loud, making his chest rumble. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”

I nuzzle into his neck and sigh. “Can you show me tomorrow?” I say sleepily on a yawn.

“C’mon, my little sleepy Butterfly.” He lies back and rolls us onto our sides then slowly slides out of me, and I miss the feeling of him inside me already.

The weight of his stare makes me pop one eye open.

“Hi.” His smile is wider than the Grand Canyon.

“Someone is looking pretty smug with themselves.” I hook my leg higher up his waist. His hand instantly grabs my ass, and he gives it a squeeze.

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