Page 135 of Jake's Angel

“You’re fucking soaked. Are you ready for me, Angel?”

“Yes.” She breathes. I drop my head, throwing her leg over my shoulder and feast on her pussy like I’m a starving man and she’s my last meal. She writhes and moans, gripping the couch, losing all control as her body shakes with need. She’s almost there, but I’m keeping her orgasm at bay. I get her just to the edge and bring her back. After several minutes of keeping her on the edge, she grabs my hair and, through gritted teeth, she begs, “Please Jake. I need to come.” It’s all I need to hear before I send her over the edge with my name on her lips.

I carry her over to the bed, lay her down gently. Her blonde hair fans out across the pillow, her eyes hooded, face flushed. “You’re beautiful.” Sweeping the hair from her face with the back of my hand, I wait as she comes down from her release. Once I see she’s back with me again, I ask her one more time.

“Who do you belong to, baby?”

She doesn’t answer right away like I had hoped. I hold my breath, waiting for what feels like the longest few minutes of my life. I know she sees the concern and disappointment on my face. She turns away from me for a second and says, “I’m scared of theway I feel about you, Jake. I’ve never loved anyone before. I don’t know what being loved feels like.” Her cheeks burn red, and her breathing is labored.

I can’t help the way my lips curl at her admission. “You love me, Angel?” I tease, caging her beneath me, kissing the sensitive spot on her neck. She pushes at my chest, trying to push me back, but she’s not very forceful about it.

“I didn’t say that,” she groans. I don’t let up laying soft kisses and nips along her neck, taking her earlobe into my teeth and giving it a tug. Her breathing is picking up, her nails raking down my back.

Smiling against her neck, I reaffirm, “Yes, you did. I heard it.”

“Then you heard what you wanted to hear,” she sasses, snaking her hands between us, attempting to push me away again.

Fat chance, baby.

Grabbing her hands, I pin them above her head, interlocking them with mine, pressing my weight into her, making sure she understands I’m not going anywhere, and neither is she.

No more running.

Her eyes are wide, there’s a hint of fear there, but she’s not afraid of me. She’s afraid of how she feels, of being discarded and forgotten again.

I give her a chaste kiss, then look her in the eyes, to confess, “I heard exactly what you said. Just like you heard me tell you I love you and you are mine.” She swallows hard, tears begin to flow again. “That’s what that means, Angel. When I say you belong to me, it means I’ll take care of you, protect you, love you, support you, and keep you …forever.Do you understand what I’m saying?” I’m practically hanging by a thread here, hoping I didn’t just fuck everything up by putting it all on the line. But she needs to understand the truth about the way I feel about her.

Her body relaxes, her eyes close, and she breathes deep. “You mean it, don’t you? You love me?” she asks, and I don’t miss the tremble in her voice. She’s scared, but she’s giving me that bit of vulnerability she tries so hard to keep hidden away. Her walls have finally come crashing down.

Mine.

“Angel, I’ve loved you my whole life, and there’s a lot of this life left for me to spend every day showing you just how much.” Brushing my fingers down her arms, lightly caressing her shoulders down to her breast, rounding her nipple, exploring, but not taking until she gives the words I’m dying to hear again.

Her breathing has picked up and I’m praying it isn’t a panic attack on the horizon.

“I love you too, Jake. So much!” She confesses.

“I told you so,” I tease before my mouth crashes down on hers. I grab her by the back of her hair firmly, separating us and studying her eyes. Where there was once fear and uncertainty, it’s been replaced with heat, lust, and love.

I stand abruptly, pulling her hand, bringing her with me. “Get on your hands and knees now.” I demand. She does as she’s told without hesitation. Turning, she peers at me over her shoulder with hooded dark green eyes full of hunger and want. I’ve never wanted any woman the way that I want her right now. She watches intently, licking her lips as I stroke myself a few times. The heat in her eyes letting me know she wants this as much as I do.

I run my fingers through her wet folds. She moans and pushes herself back, seeking what she needs. I slap her ass once. “You’ll take what I give you, greedy girl.” I love the way she whimpers for me. She likes my hand smacking her ass as much as I love seeing my handprint on her skin.

Mine.

This isn’t the time to be gentle and make love. I have my woman naked in my bed, and her confession of love for me has caused something primal to rise. Tonight, I’m claiming my Angel and making her truly mine.

I run the head of my cock over her clit, teasing her. She lets out a frustrated groan. “There’s nothing between us anymore, Angel. No more secrets. No more running. This is it. You and me. You got me?”

“Yes, Jake,” she answers.

I grab my shaft, not waiting for her answer, then thrust myself inside her. Grabbing both of her hips, I thrust again, burying myself balls deep inside her sweet pussy. I groan at how her tight little slit hugs around my cock. I still myself, allowing her a moment to adjust to me and myself a minute to regain my control.

Once I’m certain she’s ready, I thrust myself inside of her again and again. Snaking my arm around her stomach, between her breasts, I wrap my hand gently around her throat, lifting her back to my front while I hold her there. I continue to thrust in and out, over and over, kissing the side of her neck and nibbling on her shoulder. “Say it, Angel. Who do you belong to?” I demand.

Turning her head toward me, she reaches behind her head, grabbing onto the hair at the nape of my neck. “You, Jake. I belong to you.” She pulls me into a kiss. I feel her pussy clench down on my cock as her orgasm overtakes her, pulling me over the edge with her at the exact same moment.

We both fall forward onto the bed. I catch myself on my elbows, holding my weight above her back, careful not to crush her. We’re both covered in sweat, trying to catch our breath. I pull out, rolling over to lie beside her. I pull her onto my chest. She drapes her leg over mine and drifts off. I’m the happiest fucker in the world right now. Having my woman wrapped upin my arms, laying naked in my bed, knowing that she loves me, this is everything I’ll ever need in this life.