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And fuck, she’s stunning.
Curves for days. Nipples flushed and hard like they’ve been waiting for my mouth. That perfect cunt glistening just for me.
“Fuck, Stella,” I breathe. My hands are everywhere, palms mapping the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the curve of her hips. I want to worship her. Ruin her. Own every fucking inch.
“Jake,” she moans, my name breaking apart when I close my mouth over one aching nipple—sucking, biting just enough to make her gasp. Her fingers tangle in my hair, tugging, and it pulls a groan from deep in my chest.
“On the bed,” I order, voice like steel. “Now.”
She obeys without hesitation, and fuck if that doesn’t do something to me. Watching her climb onto the bed—hair a wild mess of fire, body sprawled across the pillows like all my dreams come true—nearly makes me lose it.
“You’re overdressed,” she teases.
“Not for long,” I promise, stripping my shirt in one brutal move. Her gaze drops to the noose tattoo on the back of my hand as I shove my jeans down. I swear her breath hitches. Good. Let her wonder what these hands are going to do.
When I free my cock—thick and already leaking—her lips part on a shaky breath.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “Come here.”
The demand, bold as fuck, makes me even harder. I move to the bed, and the second I’m within reach, her hands are on me. When those soft fingers wrap around my length, I grit my teeth, a groan tearing from my chest.
“Stella—”
“I want to taste you,” she purrs.
Before I can even think, her mouth is on me.
Warm. Wet. Heaven and hell all at once.
“Fuck,” I bite out, hips jerking when her tongue does a wicked little swirl that should be illegal. My hand tangles in her hair—not to control, just to feel her. To keep from unravelling too fast.
“Look at me,” I command.
When she lifts those green eyes, lips stretched around my cock, it’s game over. “That’s it, darl. Take me deeper. Fuck, you’re good at this. Such a good girl for me.”
She moans around me like praise is her kink, the vibration making my vision blur. I pull her off before I lose it like a fucking teenager.
“I need to be inside you,” I grit out.
“Yes,” she breathes, voice wrecked. “Please.”
I push her back, crawling over her. My fingers slide into her slick heat—Jesus, she’s drenched. I curl them just right, watching her back bow.
“You ready for me, darl?” I murmur against her lips. “Because once I start, I’m not stopping until you can’t fucking walk.”
“Yes,” she moans, nails digging into my shoulders. “Jake, please.”
“You sound so pretty when you beg, darl,” I growl, teasing her with the head of my cock.
“Please, Jake, I need you.” She moans.
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, not wanting to stop to grab a condom.
“Yes, and I’m clean. Please, Jake, I need to feel you—allof you. Fuck me. Please.” She begs, and that’s all I need. I line up and sink into her in one slow thrust that has both of us groaning.
“Fuck,” I rasp, forehead pressed to hers. She feels so good. “You are so fucking tight. Like you were made for my cock.”
I start slow, savouring every inch. But when she whispers, “Harder,” I lose it—pull almost all the way out and slam back in, hard enough to rattle the headboard.
