“Your house is really nice,” I can’t help but say.
“Thanks.” He shrugs. “It’s more than I need but was already on the property when I bought it.”
“Oh, makes sense to keep it.”
“Right?” He puts his keys on the counter and looks at me. I turn, wanting to feel his big cock inside of me again. Our eyes meet, and then it’s like we can’t get to each other fast enough. He crashes against me, lips going to mine, and we stumble back, making out while we try to remove each other’s clothing. Moving fast in our desperation, I’m hardly aware of what’s going on. But it’s more than just wanting to feel him push his monster cock inside of me, it’s the desperation to feel, and Jacob makes me feel everything. Needed. Wanted. Attractive. Hell, even the way he vexes me is a turn-on.
Jacob pulls my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor before he picks me up, carrying me down a hall and into his bedroom. A fat black cat jumps off the bed when Jacob lays me down, impatiently taking his shirt off and discarding it on the floor. He dives back to me hooking his fingers on either side of my pants. He pulls them off in a swift movement and is back on top of me, kissing me like his life depends on it.
Hooking my legs around his waist, I try to flip him over, wanting to get on top. He’s too big and strong for me to actually move, but he appeases me and rolls over, bringing me with. His cock is hardening against me as I’m sitting here naked on top of him. Taking his hands, I bring them both to my breasts, eyes closing and head falling back as his fingers circle my nipples. Nipple play hasn’t really been my thing, but everything is so goddamn hot when it comes to Jacob.
I plant one hand on his chest and hover above him ever so slightly, needing to physically move off him so he can take his pants off. But instead of allowing me to ungracefully tug at the elastic waistband of his scrub pants, Jacob grabs my ass and pushes me forward, moving me so I’m literally sitting on his face.
He lets out a deep groan, tipping his head up as he licks my pussy. I grip the headboard, eyes going wide as he starts to eat me out. Holy shit. Is this really happening right now? I worry about how I’m sitting on him for a whole half a second. Then he pulls me to him, licking and sucking and working his magic like no one ever has before. Holding onto the headboard for support, I feel the orgasm deep inside, and I’m suddenly afraid of how hard I’ll come, embarrassed his face will get soaked beneath me.
“Jacob,” I pant, sucking in a breath. My body is begging for me to allow it to release. “I’m so close.”
“I want you to come,” he growls, greedily licking and sucking at my clit.
“I…I’m…” I pitch forward, mouth falling open as I almost cave. “I’m afraid I’ll make a mess on your face.”
A growl comes from deep within Jacob’s chest and he speeds up his movements, pushing me dangerously close to the edge. “If you…” His tongue lashes against me. “Don’t make a mess…” He turns his head, nipping at the tender flesh on my inner thigh. “I’m going to be very disappointed.”
He slides one hand around my ass, pressing my core down on his face. I can’t hold out any longer, and I come hard, pussy contracting hard against him. Warmth drips from me, and Jacob pleasurably groans, licking it all up. My body goes on overdrive, and I fall to the side, shuddering as my ears begin to ring. Jacob moves on top of me, removing his pants and parting my legs.
So much for me getting on top and riding his dick.
“Breathe, Josie,” he says, his deep voice rattling right through me. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to fuck you.”
My lips part and a sharp exhale leaves them. “I…I’m ready,” I pant, and Jacob wastes no time, reaching down and guiding his cock to me. He pushes that big thing in, fucking me into oblivion. We come at the same time, and my body has had just about all it can handle. Jacob pulls out and lays down next to me, covering us up with a thick quilt. He holds me against his chest, and I quickly fall asleep.
Chapter Forty-Two
JACOB
My ringing phone stirs me from my sleep. Blinking my eyes open, I reach for it on my nightstand and then realize it’s not there, but in the pocket of my pants which I discarded on the floor. It hurts to pull myself away from Josie, who’s still sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her, I practically fall out of bed to grab my pants, dragging them over so I can get my phone from the pocket. It’s an unknown number, and I send the call to voicemail. If it’s an emergency, they’ll be directed to a call center who will then, in turn, call me back. That number is one I do know, and I’ll answer.