Chapter Seventy-Two
Jake
I spin her around, placing her between me and the island. My hands braced on the edges of the counter, caging her in. Right where I wanted her all those years ago.
Her cheeks are flushed as she bites her bottom lip. And waits. Expectantly. I smile at her eagerness. But still, I wait.
She arches an eyebrow as she places her hands on my chest. “Well?”
As much as I want to ravage her, I don’t move. This moment has taken so long to get here that I don’t want to miss a second. Of anything. “You’re beautiful. Stunning. And every inch of you is mine.”
“Yes.” Her voice is breathless as she says the most important word in the universe. She’s mine.
The pulse point at the base of her throat jumps. I lean down and place my lips against her skin, feeling her breath catch in her lungs. The scent of her perfume is mixed with years of pent-up desire.
God, I want this. I want her. Us.
I flick my tongue along her flesh, causing her to moan while digging her fingertips into my T-shirt.
“I love when you do that.”
“What?”
“Know exactly what I want.”
“It’s my job to know what you want.” I run my tongue along her neck, stopping at the hollow between her neck and shoulder and sucking. She arches against me, exposing more of her flesh to me.
“Do you know what I want next?” Her hands slide to the hem of my T-shirt.
I grasp her hands in mine. “Don’t.”
The heat in her gaze meets mine like an inferno, ready to engulf us. “If you touch me, I’ll lose control.” Her eyes spark as she bites her lips together while trying to tug her fingers loose. “Pretty Girl, you’re a devious one, aren’t you?”
“What?” She tugs again. This time, the fire is mixed with frustration, and suddenly, I wish there were time for handcuffs. Except, there’s nowhere to connect them.
“You know what. Hands to yourself. I’m in charge here.” I switch her wrists to one hand, grasp her hip, and press my aching dick into her soft belly. “You drive me crazy. But this is my fantasy.”
“Please.” She rolls her eyes. “You have no idea how often I fantasized about you taking me against that island. So many times.”
I groan deep in my throat. This is not helping. As if she senses the tether to my control slipping, she bites her bottom lip. “I would lie in my bed at night, sliding my hand under the blankets. Under my panties–”
I slam my mouth on hers while still gripping her wrists so she can’t move. Not that she’s trying to get away.
She tastes like heaven. Our tongues dance and slide against each other as I shift my grip from her hip to clasp the back of her neck. She whimpers and fists my T-shirt with her fingers, dragging me closer as I yank the ponytail holder from her hair. Her silken stands fan around her face.
I want to slow down, but it’s not going to happen.
When her leg wraps around mine, I nearly drop to my knees with want. My dick strains against my shorts as I rock into her. Slow down. Take your time. Enjoy her. Savor her. She slides her hand under my T-shirt and scrapes her nails along my flesh.
Fuck it.
I jerk my head backwards, chest heaving as I gasp to catch my breath. “On the counter.”
She blinks. “What?”
“Get on the counter.” As I say the words, I boost her onto the counter while yanking down her shorts and panties and tossing them behind me, effectively removing her choice to listen or not.
She cocks an eyebrow. “I thought we were going slow?”
“Fuck slow.” I haul her ass to the edge of the counter, toss her thighs over my shoulders, and inhale her sweet scent.
Her sex is swollen and glistening with desire.
“I could live on this pussy for the rest of my life. Hell, I don’t need food.
I intend to feast on this pussy for the rest of my life. ”
Her eyes dance with humor as if she wants to challenge my statement, so I cock my head to the side and wait.
And wait.
The smile drops from her lips. “Are you going to stand there with my ass hanging in the air and do nothing?”
“Maybe.”
Her fingertips dig at the counter. “Why?”
“Because.”
“Because why?” she growls out between clenched teeth.
“Because you have me wrapped around your little finger, and I need to–”
“If you don’t put your mouth on me in the next–”
That’s better. I grin as I lean down and slide my tongue along her seam, collecting her sweetness and effectively shutting her up.
Not that I care that she has me wrapped around her little finger. I don’t. I’d do anything for her or Grace, but she was getting too cocky.
And more importantly, I love to watch her eyes sharpen with anger. It makes my dick hard enough to split her in two.
I grasp her thighs and devour her sex, sliding up her length, sucking her swollen lips, and diving in and out of her core.
Taking her to the edge and back while reveling in her litany of moans of pleasure intermixed with ‘Please’ and ‘More.’ Her words spur me on, but I stay away from her clit. I want her as out of control as I feel.
She braces her legs against my back and wiggles her ass. “Please.”
I know what she wants, but I’m not ready to give it to her. Yet. Not yet. Not until she’s out of her mind with want.
I slip my tongue deeper into her heat, thrusting against her swollen, tight muscles.
“Please,” she moans with desperation bleeding through the word.
Almost there. I kneed her ass. God, I love this woman.
“Damn it,” she growls and wraps her legs around my head, shoving my nose into her clit and grinding against me.
She’s pure perfection.
I lean back and stare into her eyes, which is more difficult than it sounds, with her thighs wrapped around my head. But the view is worth it. The fire in her eyes makes my blood sing.
“If you move one more inch, I’m going to snap your neck.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” I slide my tongue along her clit, causing her eyes to roll back into her head. “That’s it. Show me how much you like it.”
I release her thigh with one hand and slide it through her soaked slit. “You’re so fucking wet and desperate for me. I love seeing you beg. I love knowing you’ll tell me what you want. Demand what you want.” I slip a finger into her pussy as her innermost walls suck me deeper.
“Oh, my God, yes.” She arches her hips until my finger is completely seated inside of her. “I’m so close to coming. Please, don’t stop.”
“That’s my girl.” I suck her clit between my lips and curl my finger, striking against her G-spot.
“Fuck. I’m coming. Fuck.” Her body quakes against me as her pussy clutches at my finger. A spasm racks through my spine. Gotta stop. Now. I withdraw from her heat and unclasp her legs from my neck. “What’re you doing?”
Without responding, I drop her feet to the floor, spin her around while grasping my cock through the damp fabric of my shorts. So fucking close. I squeeze tightly while inhaling.
You’re not a two-pump chump. You’ve got this.
My entire body shakes. I’m not coming in my fucking pants.
“Damn it.” She glares at me from over her shoulder. Say something.”
“I fucking can’t.” I rip my shorts down to my knees, causing my dick to spring free. Her eyes widen as she takes in my swollen flesh. It’s impossible, but somehow, I’m harder than I’ve ever been. Her widened eyes are followed by a gasp.
She’s going to kill me. “Turn your head around and put your hands on the island.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I grip her hip in one hand and grasp my dick in the other. There’s no waiting. Or slowing down.
With one pump, I align myself with her entrance and thrust. Ecstasy. There’s no other way to describe it.
And I pummel into her. Wet. Heat. Tight. Squeezing. Sucking. I can’t stop.
With each thrust of my hips, she gasps and lunges backwards to meet me. Slapping skin. Moans of pleasure. Sweat dripping down my brow. White knuckles on the countertop. Muscles flexing like a vice around my hardness. Everything narrows down to isolated entities as the room fades into the distance.
“Yes, please. Don’t stop.” She drops her head to the counter. Hair splayed around her. My control snaps.
My thighs burn as I slam into her. Every inch of my body tingles. Need overcomes everything else. This. I want this. I want this woman in my arms. In my bed. I want to wake up to her beautiful face every day. I want to watch her as she cares for Grace. As she grows big with our next child.
“I’m so close, Jake. I’m so close. Please, make me come. Fuck. It feels so fucking good.”
Fuck. The word roars in my head as my balls tighten and spasm.
“Yes-s-s-s-s!” Her scream echoes off the walls.
Fuck, yes. I grunt as cum spills out of me, filling her up. Spasm after spasm.
Moments later, or minutes, I have no concept of time, I pull out of her and groan. “I hope Mrs. Logan is hard of hearing.”
Emily laughs and spins in my arms, cupping my face in her hands. “Maybe we should get her some earplugs.” Her beautiful face glows in the aftermath of pleasure. “Until Grace and I move in.”
There are no better words a man can hear than those–his girls moving in. At least no better words than this man can hear.