Page 117 of Jake's Angel
“I’ll learn what you like, and how you like it. AndthenI’m going to take my time doing all those things to you over,” Kissto my nose. “And over,” Kiss to my neck. This time I shiver, and goosebumps break out all over my body. Jake chuckles.
“I’ll do it again and again and watch with awe as every piece of you comes apart beneath me.” My breath hitches. “Trust me baby, you being inexperienced at sex is notat alla bad thing.”
Once again, I shiver at his words and the feel of his hardened cock firmly pressed into my stomach again. He chuckles at my response. The tingling feeling in the pit of my belly, along with the thrumming pulse at my core, is making me feel weaker by the minute.
I want this. Him. I want Jake.
“You know what separates you from them?”
“My father’s the club President?” I don’t know where the words came from, but it’s too late—they’re out. And, oh God, please don’t let it ruin this moment. Jake’s brows meet as he studies my face incredulously.
“Is that what you think? You think I want to fuck you because you’re Gabe’s daughter?” I shake my head, hesitant to speak. “You’ve got me all wrong, Angel. You were mine long before I knew you were the President’s daughter. I was too stubborn to admit it, and you didn’t know.” His cocky smile is back in full effect.
Cocking his head to the side, he caresses my bottom lip with his thumb, back and forth as he licks his own lips.
Why does my clit throb when he does that? Are the two connected somehow?
The movement of his tongue correlates with a gush of wetness between my legs. Bringing his face so close, our lips are a breath apart. His voice is resolute when he says, “Youbelong tome.Only me, Angel. Do you get what I’m saying?”
I nod, hoping like hell he’s telling the truth.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
JAKE
“Good.Now, what’s this about your first real kiss and a hot biker at the diner?” I arch my brow.
Avery, in a frustrated huff, goes to move away, but I’m just fucking with her.
“Nothing. Just forget I said anything,” she sasses. “The guy turned out to be an ass anyway.” Waving her hand, trying to get some space between us.
Not a chance, Angel.
I pull her harder to me, intent on keeping her pressed against my hard … everything.
“Oh, no. I think we should definitely talk about it.” I’m being smug about it, my shit-eating grin making her glare even harder. “How was it? Did he get you all hot and bothered?” I ask, and the perfect shade of pink rises on her beautiful face. I’ll admit it’s a stroke to my ego.
Not letting her embarrassment get the better of her, the little witch says, “It was …nice.” The way Avery says it, very casually,with the scrunch of her face and the shrug of her shoulders—it’s game on.
Slowly I bring my mouth to hers. This kiss is much softer, gentler, more intimate than the one in the diner. This time I nip, suck, tease as Avery’s body melts into mine.
Nice my ass.
As if she’s moving on instinct, her hands curl up around my neck, threading her fingers through my hair and giving it a slight tug. I groan letting her know it was the right thing to do. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, licking and swirling as we battle one another for control. I bite her lower lip. She moans and whimpers and I swallow them all with smug satisfaction.
Reaching down, I grab Avery’s tight little ass, groaning when my hands find my bare flesh. I lift her off the ground. She wraps her legs around my waist as I backpedal toward a chair behind me. I drop us to sit the chair, never breaking the kiss. With Avery straddling my waist, I know she can feel the length of my hard cock as I pull her closer against me. Her little whimpers spur me on, and I rub her clit along my length.
Her hips start to move more feverishly, rubbing and grinding against me, searching for her release.
Stilling Avery’s movements, I break the kiss. One hand is firmly gripping the nape of her neck, the other is rubbing slow circles up and down her thigh. Leaning my forehead against hers, I murmur “Tell me what you want, Angel, and I’ll give it to you.”
I’m happy she’s been able to muster up enough courage towantto have sex with me, but I need her to tell me every detail about the things she wants me to do to her. She has to learn she can trust me to take care of her, in all things, even sex.
She shakes her head delicately and I watch intently as she struggles to say the words.
“I … I don’t know. This is … I’ve never thought about …”
“You’ve never fantasized about sex? About me? What you want me to do or how it would feel?” Her cheeks are a deep shade of red now.