Blackmailed Into Bed (Louisiana Liaisons 2) - Page 8

Primal satisfaction attacked his senses as he came back to full consciousness and realized he had achieved his goal. She lay naked beneath him, totally open, totally his. Instead of feeling a need to extricate himself from the situation, he felt just the opposite. His erection fully hardened again and he made a small push, and that easily, penetrated her fully again.

Alarmed at what he intended, Amy's breathe hitched and she pushed her hands against his shoulders. "Stop."

He didn't relent, and took another stroke.

Amy was almost paralyzed with fear. Her voice was sharp, meant to penetrate the arousal that held him. "Jake, stop. You are going to get me pregnant."

That seemed to generate a response. His eyes ensnared hers. His nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed and he took another stroke.

She stiffened in his arms.

"Fuck." He withdrew from her body, and landed upright on his feet in one motion. "Don't move. Don't move one Goddamn muscle from that spot."

He stood and pulled the used condom from his body and went to the kitchen.

He was back in fifteen seconds with a wet towel and a new condom.

This time, Amy watched in mounting anxiety while he quickly cleaned himself and slipped on the new condom. After two orgasms and a few moments to think, she was agonizingly aware of how little they knew each other and how easy a conquest she had made.

Immobilized by her insecurities, she tried not to panic as he came down on his knees in front of her. Pushing her legs apart, she realized he meant to take her again without any preliminaries. Choking back her shock, she tried to slow him down. "W-wait-I-"

Her voice became clogged in her throat as he began to push himself in. She tried to scoot back, away from him. "Jake, wait, stop."

He raised his head and snapped his eyes to hers. "Don't ask me to stop. Tell me you're not asking me to stop."

"N-no.-I, no." Through a black haze of desire, Jake felt her panic. He immediately gauged her level of fright. He paused as he tried to

summon control.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he soothed. He lifted his hand and touched her cheek. "We'll go real slow. Just let me get it in. Everything will be alright if I can just get it in you."

Something basic but indefinable swept through Amy at his words. She wanted to yield to him. "Go slow."

"Yes, baby, I'll go slow." He brought the large head of his penis back to her delicate opening. Sweat gathered on his forehead as he tried to maintain control. She was so tight, and he had wanted to fuck her for so long, he didn't know if he could go slow. The one time before now hadn't cooled him down, if anything it had stolen his ability to think straight. He needed to use seductive words, but all his brain could muster was a basic Anglo-Saxon word that he didn't think she wanted to hear just now.

It came out of his mouth anyway in a growl. "I want to fuck you." Wetness exploded from her softness where he was trying to push in. He plunged all the way in with one smooth stroke. He exploded with movement. One hand went under her butt and lifted her up so he could get a deeper penetration. The other hand moved to her breast and lifted it to his mouth. He clamped onto her nipple and started sucking in time with his deep strokes.

Amy was seized by an excitement so intense she thought she would combust. Her hips lifted to grind with his in anticipation of an explosion she knew would leave her even more under his spell.

When he reached down between them and pressed on her clit, her body tensed and she splintered in pleasure so intense she almost blacked out. He lifted his head from her chest and latched onto her mouth and followed her over. He groaned into her mouth and Amy felt it all the way to her soul.

Jake rolled away from Amy and made use of the towel again. When he turned back to her, she was watching him with a mournful look on her face. She looked distressed. He tugged her back to him. "Yeah, I'm sorry. That wasn't slow, was it?"

Her eyes eluded his. "No." She moved to get up.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice was smooth.

"I need to clean up some, please." She hoped he wouldn't notice that her legs were shaking.

"So polite, sweetheart." He watched her standing there, completely still. He sighed. "Okay. This way." He picked up her hand and led her down a corridor to a hall bathroom. He pushed the door all the way open. She moved to go inside. He stopped her with a tug on her hand. She paused and looked up at his face.

"Don't go in there and build up walls against me. You wouldn't want me to have to knock them back down again, would you?" His voice was low, meant to induce what, she didn't know. But he wouldn't dictate to her. She wouldn't let him.

"Why would I need walls? You promised no relationship, no commitment. We only slept together, right? No walls needed." She paused. "Sweetheart."

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Jake paced the living room as he waited for Amy to come out of the bathroom. Her idea of 'cleaning up some' differed from his. She hadn't been in there for more than five seconds before he heard the distinct snap of the lock, and then the shower came on. That had been forty minutes ago.

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