Page 27 of Finding Jacob
“Jesus,” I said through gritted teeth, and heard him chuckle.
Once his cock was free, he paused, raising his head to look at me. We were both panting, sweating, and I knew I was trembling. I raised my leg, and he hooked a hand under my knee. Without breaking our stare, he hooked my leg around his waist and did the same with the other. His cock nudged at my opening, and I rested my head back and closed my eyes in frustration.
“Just fuck me already,” I said, probably too loudly.
He did.
There was no slow build-up, and for that I was grateful. I tightened my legs around his waist as he pounded into me. My back slid against the bare concrete wall, and I could hear my shirt catching. I loved the severity of what he was doing. He bit down on my neck, sucking the skin into his mouth and, no doubt, leaving marks. He dug his fingers into my arse cheeks, bruising me.
My stomach was like a washing machine, turning and turning. My legs quivered and cramped as I held on tight. I gripped Jacob’s shirt and as my orgasm built and tore through the material.
Our fucking was carnal, animalistic, full of want and need. More importantly, it was connecting. I’d met the man a couple of times and yet I felt a bond so strong, I wanted to cry.
I wanted to tell him to stop, my want was beginning to overwhelm me. I wanted him to continue and never stop. I wanted him deeper, harder, and faster.
“More,” I said, my voice hoarse from panting so much.
While he sank his teeth into my throat, he also lowered us to the floor. He hadn’t withdrawn from me but stayed still until we were both on the floor. The tiled floor was cool but also scraped against my back as Jacob thrust deep inside me.
I lowered my legs from his waist, hooking my heels over his calves. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him deeply. Whatever the outcome of my revelation, I wanted to keep his scent, taste, and the feel of him inside me forever.
I wrapped my arms tightly around him and let tears fall as an orgasm ripped through me. From my toes to my fingertips, my body tingled. More so when he roared out my name as he gave in to his release.
Jacob slumped over me; his face buried in my neck. His fringe was damp with sweat, and he breathed heavily and deeply to regain his composure. I curled my fingers through his hair, thanking his weight keeping me on the ground. I totally felt like I could float. We stayed that way for a good five minutes.
“Jesus, Anna,” he whispered.
I started to laugh. “God, I hurt,” I said, wanting to stretch my legs.
“Same!” Jacob raised himself on his arms and looked down at me. “Your clothes are torn.”
“So are yours,” I replied, and then we both started to laugh.
Jacob lowered his face and rested his forehead on mine. “I can’t get enough of you,” he said quietly. “It’s quite overwhelming.”
I cupped his face, staring at him intently. Before I raised my head to kiss him, I nodded. I understood what he meant and felt the same.
“Can we stay like this for a little longer?” he asked.
“That depends how clean you want your floor,” I replied, smirking at him.
He laughed again, kissing the tip of my nose. Sadly, he pushed himself up and slid to the side of me where he lay on his back. His shirt had stuck to his chest and as he adjusted his cock back into his pants, I noticed his zip torn.
I rolled to my side, placing my hand on his chest. “I think you’ll need to help me up. My legs don’t work right now,” I said.
“And mine do?” He chuckled as he sat up and then stood, holding his hands out to me.
I’d seen the man naked and that was stunning, but he was mighty fine in crumpled sweaty clothing that was torn. I reached for him, and he helped me to my feet. Despite what we had just done, I was conscious of my nakedness from the waist down. I looked around for my panties and trousers, placing a hand in front of my pussy.
“A little late to be shy, don’t you think?” he asked, pulling my hand away and holding it. “You are very beautiful.”
I smiled at him. “I think I need a shower and then something to wear home,” I said.
He nodded and started to walk down the hallway. He led me into a master bedroom suite and then to his bathroom.
“I’ll lay some clothes on the bed for you. Please, help yourself to toiletries.”
He smiled as he backed out the door and I felt a shift. His words had a formality to them, as if he was the butler and not the man who had fucked me until I couldn’t walk. I stood for a moment, unsure.
