Chapter 41
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J ake the multihyphenate fucking dream is about to break my back with his monster cock and make me his girlfriend.
Life is good.
No.
Life is great.
Best vacation ever.
Positioned between my legs, he’s looking down at me like I’m the most beautiful woman in the world.
“You can close your eyes if you want.” He gives my knees a squeeze, and a soft smile grows on his lips.
“Already making concessions in our relationship?”
He leans down and presses a kiss to my neck, then kisses up to my ear.
“Good girls get rewarded.”
I giggle, ready for this.
He leans back and palms his cock.
“I want to go slow.”
“Okay,” I whisper, excited.
“Ready?”
“Yes.”
I breathe out as he enters me.
Ah.
He’s thick.
All the way in, he closes his eyes like he’s savoring the moment.
His lids flutter open, and he confesses, “You’re my dream girl.”
Internally melting, he’s my dream guy too.
Well, the new version of my dream guy.
What I should have been envisioning all along.
“So tight,” he grumbles.
Jake hovers over me and leans down for a kiss.
He’s barely thrusting as he tenderly kisses me.
Slow.
We’re going slow.
I like slow, and wrap my arms around his neck, not wanting to ever stop kissing him.
He bites my bottom lip, and my hips rock in response.
Our eyes are searching each other, silently communicating.
“I’ll have you on all fours after this,” he says, and I smirk, loving how he can read my mind sometimes.
“You’re going to have your hair in a ponytail too.”
I giggle, and he leans back, his hand running down my chest and stomach, landing on my clit.
“I love watching you come.” His thumb presses just right, building me up as his cock teasingly thrusts.
Then, his rhythm changes.
He’s going nearly all the way out before pumping back in.
“You’re a goddess.”
I pull him down to me, needing to kiss him again.
He felt too far away on his knees, and I need to be close, as close as we can be.
His tongue swipes across mine, and I think about how much I love his tongue.
The way it spoils me.
My hips rock again, getting close with his fingers and cock at work.
His chest rumbles.
“You’re so tight.” His hand cups my neck, his thumb teasing the skin.
“Do you want to close your eyes?”
“No.”
He bites his lip, his hand squeezing my neck the slightest amount.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
Removing his thumb from my clit, he props himself over me and fucks me harder.
His thrusts are hard, but slow.
He stares deeply into my eyes before squeezing my neck for a moment then releasing it.
Propped up on both hands, he thrusts hard and fast, staring down at me, and all I can think about is werewolf romance and imprinting.
This is the closest I’ve ever been to feeling like my soul is merging with another.
He smirks.
“Sparky, stay in this moment.”
I grab the back of his neck, bringing him down for a kiss and rock my hip to the side.
I want to be on top.
He picks up my cue, and I roll on top of him, staying inside.
He hums, looking up at me, and his thumb goes back to my clit.
“This is how you’re going to come.”
I roll my hips in a circle over and over feeling him in a new way.
Great cock.
Another point for the perfect guy.
He thrusts up, and I squeak, not expecting that.
“Lean back,” he commands.
“Rest your hands on my thighs.”
I lean back and instinctively close my eyes, giving in to all of the sensations.
He slowly thrusts up, and it feels like the toy pulses from earlier.
The circles he’s making with his thumb speed up.
I want to come.
I want to feel his cock in me as I shatter.
I open my eyes, wanting to see him most of all.
My orgasm crashes through me, and I flop down on him.
He holds me tight as the waves of it run through me.
My eyes go wide as I feel his dick throb inside of me.
I look up at him from his chest, and he smiles, running his hand through my hair.
Wordlessly conveying so much.