Page 85 of King of Wrath
“Yours,” I say with a smile. “Maybe you’re mine.”
“Oh, I am,” he rolls us both until he’s on top of me. “I told you. I am your soldier, sweetheart.”
I wrap my hands around his neck, our mouths crashing together asour legs tangle. I love this part. All right, fine, I love all the parts when it comes to Jake. But this intimacy of skin against skin, of the way the hair on his chest feels, the rough skin of his hands…
It’s intoxicating. And before I know it, my breath is coming out in jagged little bursts.
My legs have come around his waist and his cock is pressing into me. I roll my hips, allowing him to sink in a little deeper as we both groan.
But he pulls back out. I give a small cry of protest.
He only laughs. “Don’t worry, baby girl, I’m going to give you what you want. But I think you might be ready to try something new?”
Excitement pulses through me. “What kind of new?”
But before he answers, he flips me onto my belly, settling between my legs.
I open for him, so ready for whatever he’s got in mind. Jake grabs my hips, lifting my ass up as he sinks inside me.
It’s more of everything in this position and my eyes go wide as I look back over my shoulder at him.
One of his hands braces on the bed, as the other slides over my stomach and then between my legs, his middle finger pressing into my clit.
I buck against him, making his cock slide out an inch before he pushes back in. “You like that?”
“Yeah, Daddy.” My eyes close as he slowly starts to circle my clit before he pulls out, pushing back in at the same slow pace that drives me crazy.
The pleasure builds, my body his to tease and stroke.
His mouth comes to my neck, his lips, tongue and teeth nipping and sucking at my skin as he slowly picks up the pace.
My hands twist into the sheets, my ass in the air as my back arches so far back, I’m bent near in half.
Faster and higher we climb, the slap of our bodies only covered by the moans that I can’t keep in.
Everything we do is better than the last, and I hear myself start to beg. “More,” I gasp out. “Harder.”
He makes a snarling, guttural groan as he pumps into me, my body so taut, I think I might break.
And then I do, screaming out my finish as I orgasm, my pussy gripping his cock like a vise.
Three more thrusts and he cums too, his roar echoing through the room.
I collapse onto the bed, sure that I won’t be able to move for a week.
So why do I ask the question, “What else have we not done?”
His forehead is pressed to my back, and I feel him shake his head. “Woman. You’re going to kill me.”
I reach back and give his ass a light slap. “Keep up.”
He snorts a laugh, but I feel his cock growing inside me again. Shit.
But instead of thrusting his hips, he pulls back, lifting me in his arms.
“Where are we going?”
“Shower,” he answers. “We can discuss how I’m keeping up with you pressed against the shower wall.”