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“Don’t stop, Jake. I’m so close,” she whispered breathily, her hands fisted in the sheets, and then I was gone. Reaching down her back, I gathered her hair and tugged hard. She pushed onto her elbows, back bowed and head lying between her shoulders as I mercilessly thrust into her.
Crying out, she came hard and fast around my dick. Her inner muscles powerfully squeezing me as I tugged harsher on her hair, pulling her back flush against my chest as I continued fucking into her from behind.
Wrapping an arm around her front, my hand dipped between her legs, frantically rubbing at the swollen bundle of nerves as she clutched at my bicep, the hypersensitivity of my fingers strumming her clit, causing her to jerk and writhe against me.
Three more punishing thrusts and my own orgasm erupted inside her, my cock pulsing and filling her with my cum with a force I’d never experienced before.
She slayed me in all the best ways; body, mind, and soul.
Chapter twenty-three
Stevie
Floating.
There were no other words to describe how I felt right now. I was floating in a sea, blissed out after mind-blowing sex. And that was part of the problem, wasn’t it? It was always fucking mind-blowing with Jake.
His cock twitched inside me as he carefully lowered us to the bed, moving us onto our sides, as his large, calloused hand slid under the sweat-coated hoodie to rest on my stomach. He kissed the nape of my neck and inhaled my hair, his lips dragging against my skin.
“You’re going to be the death of me,” he panted, lightly trailing his fingertips across my flesh, making my stomach jump at the sensation.
I hummed in reply, my eyes drifting shut as all those lovely hormones pulsed through my blood, leaving me tingling.
Gliding his hand up my chest, I gasped as he tweaked a nipple and lightly bit my neck.
“I’m not done with you yet, Stefany. No sleeping.”
Moving from behind me, he stood from the bed and pushed his boxers down his legs. I turned to watch and cocked an eyebrow questioningly.
“Didn’t have time,” Jake quipped with a devilish smirk. “I needed to be inside you. You have that kind of effect on me, baby.”
As he walked through to his adjoining bathroom, I raised my head a little just in time to catch his perfect naked ass disappear behind the door, followed by the sound of the shower turning on.
I huffed, dropping back down to the pillow and throwing an arm across my eyes.
You’ve got it bad, Stevie.
“Shut up,” I whispered, shaking my head to dislodge the treacherous inner monologue that always seemed to pipe up at the most inconvenient of times.
Appearing by the bed, Jake pushed my hair from my forehead before threading his arms under my legs and back, lifting me off the mattress with little effort, and cradling me to his chest.
“What the fuck?” I protested, kicking my legs and trying to wriggle from his hold.
Walking back to the bathroom, he held me to him, unfazed by my squirming, until he placed me on the floor and peeled his hoodie over my head in one swift motion. I shivered and instantly crossed my arms over my breasts.
Taking my wrists in his hands, he lowered them and kept them at my side. Standing face to face, both bare naked, his serious gaze met mine.
“Never cover yourself up from me, Stefany,” he said, swiping his thumb down the back of my hands. “I’ve told you that before.”
Closing the small gap, he placed a hand on my hip and bent to cover my lips with his, kissing me and guiding me backward into the shower and under the warm spray. With my eyes still closed, I wrapped my arms around his neck and parted my lips, letting his tongue dive into my mouth as his nose brushed against mine while he deepened the kiss.
Still moving, I hit my back against the cold tiles and gasped. Jake positioned one hand on the wall a little above my head as the other brushed up and down my outer thigh before sliding round to cup my ass.
“Let me wash you,” he said, breaking the kiss when we were both breathless.
Stepping back, we stood under the water as Jake reached around me and grabbed a bottle. He squeezed a blob of shampoo into his hand and began massaging the soap into my hair.
Unsure what to do with my hands, I wrangled them in front of me, scrunching my eyes tight as awkwardness filled the silence. I’d never had anyone wash my hair for me before, the hairdresser, yes, but I wasn’t standing naked before them while the technician’s cock bobbed against my stomach.
