Page 67 of Revere
The rush of pleasure makes her pussy impossibly tight, and I’m seeing stars. Until I roll my thumb again and she finally starts to relax, taking me deeper.
Patience rocks, not letting her eyes drift this time. And as she carefully sinks into the movement, her shoulders ease and her face softens. Her hips swivel as she gently rides me.
I’m barely holding back the tension building at the base of my spine with every inch she takes.
I’m tempted to flip her over because I have a hard time handing over control, but I sense this is what she needs right now.
She sinks until our bodies are flush, and I lose all thought. All concern that this angel is handing herself to the devil. What’s done is done. I gave her the option to run, and she chose not to.
“Jacob.” She moans my name, and her lashes flutter, but she doesn’t take her eyes off me.
“You okay, baby?” I roll my thumb over her clit, and she shakes.
“Yes. Are you?”
I laugh, and she gives me a defiant little glare that makes me even harder if that’s possible. “I’m in fucking heaven.”
“It feels good.” Her nails dig into my thighs as she rolls her hips. “But—I?—”
Her breathing gets uneven as her pain turns to pleasure. As her tight grip on me changes.
“What do you need?”
Patience leans forward, grabbing my shoulders. “I want you to take control. I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
Of course she does. This fireball, who has spent her life being told she’s cold as ice, is actually a living flame. Burning so hot, she’s going to melt my resolve.
“This is going to hurt a little,” I warn her.
A devious smile crawls her lips. “Good.”
Grabbing her hips, I flip her off me and put her on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed until I’m standing behind her. My palm flattens on her perfect, round ass as I use my other hand to line myself up.
“I’m going to take this too.” I skim my thumb over her tight hole as I sink my cock into her perfect cunt. “Not tonight. But I’m going to take every one of your holes eventually, Patience. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” She moans as I rock deeper.
I grab her long blonde braid and wrap it around my fist. It’s the perfect rope. I tug, and her back arches. The new angle has her soaking me even more.
“Look at your messy cunt, dripping for your professor.” I slide deep, streaking us both with her mess. “Do you want me to teach you what feels good?”
She tries to nod but can’t with how I’ve gripped her hair. “Yes.”
“Relex for me, baby. Trust me.” I pull her hair, arching her back farther as I bottom out in her perfect body.
I bend her so far that, when I lean forward, I can look into her eyes. I can see how perfect she’s on display for me. Her mouth open, and her tits bouncing with every thrust.
“You like it when I tell you what to do, don’t you, baby?” I grab her throat with my free hand, pulling her to me as I fuck her from behind. “You like not having to think when you’re with me.”
“It feels good.” Her eyes flutter as I slam my hips forward.
I change the angle, and she moans. Her cunt grabs my cock, and I’m almost coming apart. It takes everything to wait her out. Thankfully, she’s on the brink as well. Patience looks up at me with her big golden-brown eyes, perfectly sated, and she comes undone at the seams. She hands me her complete trust; it unleashes something in me.
I need her to feel good. But more than that, I need her to feel safe.
It’s ironic when I’ve never brought anyone anything but pain. But maybe she could be the thing that rewrites my story. After all, when I look into her eyes, I see my future. I see my mirror. I see the girl I didn’t know I needed until I met her.
She matches me in every way, whether she realizes it or not.
