Page 23 of Sparrow

Breaking the kiss, he looked her in the eye. “Now that that’s out of the way, I can really focus on getting to know you before we go again.”

She had no idea what that meant, but she was up for it. If anyone knew her, it was Jacob. At least, he’d known teenaged her. But, she really wasn’t much different now. Her thoughts, wants, dreams, and desires were the same. She’d just compromised along the way over the years.

Since he’d left, she’d thought about the week he’d been there and everything he’d done. Heknewher. He did things, said things, and showed her that he knew her. He knew her better than anyone in the Roughneck Riders. Hell, anyone in Ohio.

When he turned her again, slid his arm behind her knees, and lifted, she squealed and had no choice but to wrap her arms around his neck. If she hadn’t, she would’ve crashed down onto the floor. Dizzy with the whirlwind of the evening, she clung to him. Apparently, he’d already gotten out of his own boots and jeans. He carried her to the bed closest to the bathroom. It was then she realized there were two beds in the room.

Two beds. Two beds meant he shared a room.

Before she could go too far down that rabbit hole, he dropped her on the mattress with a bounce. As she propped herself up on her elbows, he made his way to the foot of the bed and crouched to undo her boots.

The light from the window slashed across his beautiful face and caught his eyes. It was downright fucking magical. This night was what fantasies were made from. One last hoorah before she settled down.

Looking up at her, he tugged one and then the other boot from her feet, followed by her socks. All thoughts of beds, shared rooms, and being caught fled her brain.

Crawling over her like a prowling lion, her breath hitched when he peeled her jeans and panties from her body.

“Don’t even think about taking those,” she snapped.

He snickered as he tossed them over his shoulder. “I don’t think I need a collection,” he whispered as his rough hands slid up her shins and over her thighs. “But I can’t say I’m not disappointed you still wear them.”

Falling back flat on the bed, she closed her eyes to concentrate on his hands. They barely grazed her skin but the shocks tingled and felt like little fireworks. Her already moist sex heated further. Her body reacted boldly to him with his slightest touch.

For him, she became an unashamed wanton slut, and she didn’t want to stop it.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you,” he whispered before his lips trailed gentle kisses up her left leg. His tongue slid upward and left a trail of fire in its wake.

She moaned and raked her fingers through his hair. “This is unfair,” she murmured.

Between the kisses to her outer thigh, working his way inward. “What is?” he asked.

“You’re teasing me.”

He chuckled making the bed shake. “I promised you I’d taste your freckles.”

Arching her back, the groan that left her was involuntary. “And you’re a man of your word.”

“Yes,” he whispered as she shuddered.

His mouth touched every inch of her and left none of her skin unexplored. His lips were the gentlest massage that melted her into a puddle of raging need. She’d never known just how sensual it could be to have someone run their tongue along the crease of her knee or nip at the back of her thighs. She’d squirmed because it tickled when he raked his teeth along her ass cheek. Between his mouth, his teeth, and the softness of his beard, he made her a trembling pool of a woman.

By the time he’d made his way up to her lips again, Sparrow was sure she would explode. “Please,” she begged. “Please fuck me again.”

He pulled back, leaned over the side of the bed, and she heard rustling. Another condom came out. If she’d been in a more sane state of mind, she might have questioned his need for so many, but at that moment, all she cared about was him filling her again.

Once he’d covered his length with the latex, the full weight of his body pressed down onto her. His bearded cheek brushed hers. “I will.”

He nipped at her neck before taking her earlobe in his teeth, and rolled his hips so that his rock hard erection slid in the moisture of her slit.

Wrapping her arms around him, she dug her fingers into his back and thrust her own hips upward to meet him, to try to feel him inside her again. “Please,” she whispered.

Propping himself up on one elbow, his hand snaked down between their bodies. Using two of his fingers, he spread her swollen lower lips open, and just that bit of contact had her moaning again. “Please,” she repeated in wanton need for him.

The blunt, rounded end of his cock pushed past her folds, and he slid painfully slow inside. “God, you feel fucking amazing,” he grunted, returning his other arm to the other side of her head to support his body over hers.

He dragged his cock back, so just the tip stretched her entrance, and she raised to feel more. Resting his head beside hers, he kissed her shoulder before slowly sliding back inside her. Slow and steady, Jacob filled her up and then withdrew with skill and control.

Sparrow had thought the quick hot trysts they’d done so far were intense. They were nothing compared to the slow fucking he did now. She could feel every inch of his dick, every wrinkle, and every vein. It was torture in the most pleasurable of ways. She wanted the hard fast pounding he’d given her just minutes ago.

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