CHAPTER TWELVE
CAYLEE
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“Tell me how wet you are,” Jake growls into my mouth.
“Soaked.”
“Fuck.” He takes my hand, pulling me back to the car. He waits as I put my seatbelt on, then closes the door. The moment he gets around to the driver’s side, he turns to me.
“Unzip your jeans.”
My heart rate is off the charts. I’m sure if I were plugged into a monitor, medical people would be calling this an emergency.
Perhaps it is.
I should be saying no.
Jake’s explanation was vague, and yet I believe him. Enough to let this happen, anyway.
But that’s not why I’m sitting here, sliding my zipper down and breathing in Jake’s sexy aftershave as his hand slips inside my jeans.
I’m here because I need him to touch me like I need my next bit of oxygen.
I was soaked.
I was soaked before he arrived at the restaurant.
I realize that’s messed up, and I deserve his lies and any heartache that follows, but tell my vagina that.
It’s her fault.
I lift my hips, giving him better access.
“Jesus Christ,” he moans as his finger glides through my wet pussy. “I’m going to fuck you slow and hard, Caylee.”
“You promise?” I moan, arching as his fingers disappear, then he tugs them out and slips them into his mouth.
Oh god, I might come before we even get home.
“Fuck,” he starts the car. “I promise, baby.”
Baby.
Jake has never called me that before. Does it mean something?
I know I should insist that this is just dinner and make him prove to me he’ll respect our time together. But his dimples appeared, and my panties were destroyed, so my brain turned off.
I mean, if it wasn’t another woman...if it could work this time. If his mom is going through some things...
I will make sure we date and then meet his family and help him through this. If he doesn’t do the right things, I’ll tell him it’s over forever.
I have to try.
I’m thirty on my next birthday and want a family. I want to get married and do all the normal things everyone else does.
So, Jake could be the one.
Or I’m letting my hormones decide for me.
In which case, tonight—and only tonight—I’m going to let him fuck me just the way he described.
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MY FRONT DOOR slams behind us as Jake whips me off my feet, carrying me upstairs.
I giggle.
“Jeans off,” he orders after dropping me to my feet, then tears off his black shirt and drops his own jeans.
I do the same and stand before him in my soaked white panties and bra.
“Hmmm,” he growls, tugging down the lace, and lowering his mouth to suck my nipple. “Missed these.”
Arching my back, I reach for his large biceps, thinking the same thing. I know a lot of well-built guys because of my brother, and I see many of them shirtless at parties, so you’d think I’d be immune.
Nope.
Not when it comes to Jake Murphy.
Hi body is like God dropped him on earth and said, done it! I’ve created the perfect male body.
My mouth waters as I run my fingers over his perfectly tanned skin and dark tattoos. I’ve spent a lot of time doing just this previously.
Pressing my eyes closed as he runs his tongue around my nipple, I squeeze his biceps and sigh erotically.
“That’s my little sex kitten. I know what you like.”
He does.
God, he does.
Jake lowers to his knees, and I slide my fingers through his hair. The moment he tugs my panties to the side and slides his fingers in, my knees buckle.
“Whoa there.”
My orgasm is embarrassingly close, and his mouth suctioning onto my clit is not helping.
“Jake...”
“I got you, baby.” His voice is rough as he guides me to the bed and pulls my panties down.
I sit, and he nudges me to lay down.
Parting my thighs, he rubs a hand over his mouth, his eyes darting between my face and pussy. “Jesus, Caylee, you’re swollen and so fucking ready.”
Yes, yes, yes.
Kneeling between my legs, he leans in and laps at my pussy.
Fucking hell.
The room spins as my body rocks from the insane pleasure. Right now, I don’t care about the phone, his family, anything. Just need him to do what he does best.
So far, that’s making me come with his mouth on my lady parts.
Oh well, if this is as good as it gets, then I may as well enjoy it.
“Your sweet cunt loves this, feel it clenching.” Jake continues sucking and licking as he inserts his fingers again. “I’m so fucking hard.”
He reaches inside his briefs and pulls out his cock, stroking it.
I’m jealous.
I want that thing inside me. But I also don’t want him to stop. It’s like I need everything all at once and make no apologies for that.
My head tips to the side, and I watch Jake’s hand skillfully stroke himself, and I begin to tremble.
“Dirty girl,” he smiles against my flesh. “You going to come watching me jerk off as I lick your drenched pussy?”
Yes, yes, I am.
“God, Jake!” I clutch his arms and let go, shuddering as pure white pleasure slams through every inch of me.
Jesus, Mother of Mercy.
This is why I’m putty in his hands.
Or rather, tongue.
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JAKE
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I NEVER THOUGHT I’d get this far, if I’m being honest. Sure, yes, I was hoping the night would end up here, but as I climb over Caylee with her salty juices dripping from my chin, my thick cock hanging between us, I suddenly realize I don’t have a condom.
Shit.
“Rubbers?” I wipe my mouth and tear off my briefs.
Her eyes widen. “I don’t have any.”
Fuck.
We both freeze.
Is she kidding me right now?
How does she not have any protection? At all?
The idea she’s used them all with someone else threatens to make my dick go soft, so I start stroking again.
This doesn’t have to end, and I’m not leaving with an erection and regret. I’m a selfish man and make no apologies for that.
“Shit.”
Half the fault is mine, so I try my luck. I climb further up her body, and Caylee immediately cottons on to what I’m doing.
“Open wide, sexy.” Guiding my cock, I angle it towards her mouth, and it jerks when she reaches out her tongue. “Fuck me.”
I palm the wall with one hand as she takes just the head into her mouth.
I moan roughly, ecstatic to have her naked and underneath me again.
Caylee’s suction is perfect, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I move an inch forward, giving her access to more of my shaft. Despite that, our position is useless, yet neither of us change.
I’m going to come in her mouth, on her face, on her tits but right now, I don’t care. I just want as much of my cock in her mouth as I can. Right. Fucking. Now.
Caylee shuffles, half sitting, sucking me further into her mouth. There will be no deep throating this time around, and I don’t even know if she would. She hasn’t before, but this is fucking awesome, so I have no complaints.
She strokes my cock and sucks tighter, taking me to the edge. “God yes, that. Keep...oh, fuck. Caylee.”
Her eyes flicker to mine and then back down to the job. I’m so close. Watching her with my thick cock shoved in her mouth is too much after all this time away from her. Dreaming of a moment like this.
A fireball builds in the base of my spine and shoots through to my balls.
I come.
Hard.
Taking control of my dick, I spill onto her outstretched tongue and keep stroking as I cover her tits.
It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
I run my fingers through my semen, rubbing it into her soft, dark olive skin. Then slide my hand between her legs and gently play with her sensitive wet flesh.
“I wanted to be inside you.”
The need to fill her is still powerful. Not to come, but to stake my claim once more. To remind her body who it wants.
When she tugs a handful of tissues from the nearby box, I accept them and wipe my dick.
I’m still hard.
I’m not done.
Moving, I take her thighs and lift them over my shoulders, lean in and suck on her folds.
“What are you doing?” she laughs, but it’s mostly shaky arousal I hear.
My dick hardens immediately, and I straighten, positioning it at her entrance.
Her smile fades.
“No, Jake.”
“I won’t come.” I press the tip in as sharp fingernails dig into my arm.
“Jake...” This time her voice is more begging.
I press in another inch.
I have to feel her pussy wrap around my cock. I need to fill this woman and know she belongs to me again.
“Remember how this feels,” I rasp.
“Yes, Jake. Oh god.”
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.” I push in more, and fuck it feels so good.
She’s panting, clenching, arching.
“Can’t. Can’t do this.”
Such pathetic resistance. No one would believe a word of it.
I keep hold of her gaze as I thrust in once, twice, three times until I’m balls deep.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” she cries.
I can barely think. I’d forgotten how perfectly we fit.
“Caylee.” My voice is sandpaper. “Fuck, you are throbbing.”
Or is it me?
“Move, oh god, move.”
I can’t come.
If I do, Jesus, I might.
“Jake. Please. Move. Oh god,” she begs, her eyes so wet she’s almost crying.
“I can’t.” I curse, realizing I’ve fucked up. I was the one who forgot how goddamn incredible she feels.
“I need to come,” she’s arching, writhing, working my cock as I hold her in place. Her walls clench and release, clench and release.
“Caylee, Jesus.” I hiss as she pants, clawing at my arms.
I cup her breast, pinching her nipple, my eyes not leaving hers.
“Naughty little slut. You like this cock. If you want to come, make yourself come.”
“Jake!” she screams, trying to buck, her back arching as I squeeze her nipple.
When I slide that hand down to her clit and rub, she explodes.
I close my eyes.
Feeling her come around my cock, and having to hold back my own orgasm is the greatest torture of my life.
Have at me, Taliban or whoever...you could never do anything more painful than this.
When she softens in my arms, I pull out of her, both of us moaning, and then finish with my hand on her mound.
Then collapse next to her.
Jesus, that was unexpected.
My smile is cheeky as I tug Caylee to me, wrapping an arm around her. She comes, compliant, sated and blushing.
“You angry?”
“Not yet.” She smiles, her eyes dipping.
I glance up at the ceiling.
“I suppose we can give this thing another shot. As long as it’s not just sex,” she says, surprising me.
“Yeah?” I turn, throwing a leg over her, and running a hand over her backside.
“Yeah.” Caylee grins.
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go, baby, as long as I get more of this sexy body.” Slipping my hand between her thighs, I slide a finger inside her.
Caylee leans forward, taking my mouth and moaning.
“I want a lot more of this naughty cunt. Get that dildo out, then I want you on your knees, Ms. Zimbardo.”
I am far from finished with her tonight.
With or without condoms