“No. Faster. Harder.” I pushed down, but Jake’s fingertips dug into my hips. I was ready to explode and he’d barely touched me.
Jake pulled my hips down and thrust up. I cried out, my release just out of reach. My pussy contracted, pulsing and needing more. Greedy for it.
He stilled. “Fuck, did I hurt you?”
“Good. So good. Baby, fuck me hard like that.”
“Wild,” he murmured, running his hands up my sides. He cupped my breasts, the pads of his thumbs tracing my nipples.
I arched my back, pushing my chest into his hands.
“More.” My voice was a husky, demanding rasp.
“Grab the top of the headboard.”
I straightened to follow his direction.
“Hold tight, yeah?”
I nodded, grinding against him, desperate.
“Perfect,” he groaned.
Gripping my hips, he lifted his off the bed and drove into me. Rising and falling, I met him thrust for thrust as I came powerfully. Grunts, screams, moans, and growls filled the room.
“Fuck, baby, I can’t hold out.” Jake’s pelvis lifted and his hands brought me down harder. Going faster, we kept a frantic pace, though our movements stayed synchronized.
Continuous.
Perfect.
Jake’s hand cupped the back on my head and pulled me to him, my mouth crashing down on his. His kiss was savage as he came.
After catching my breath, I tried to fall to the side. Jake rolled with me so he was on top and still inside me. I wiggled my hips a little, enjoying the feeling.
“Christ, Piper. I just came so hard I thought I’d die, but I can’t bring myself to pull out.”
When he nuzzled into my neck, I wrapped my arms around him, wanting him to stay.
Wanting it forever.
Chapter Ten
Birthday Infatuation
“Tell me about your heart tattoo,” Jake said at dinner Friday night.
It’d been less than a week since I’d started using the Hyde kitchen, and it was awesome. My work got done quicker, I saw Jake loads more, and we got to fool around during the day.
It totally kicked ass.
Which was why it was unfortunate that he’d pissed me off.
“I’m not talking to you.”
“Why?”
“You know what you did,” I huffed.