I nodded, unable to speak.
“Good.” He climbed off me and threw his shirt off. He wasn’t making a show of things. He wanted something. I could already see his bulge resting just below his zipper. When he saw me looking, he made his cock jump. He knew I was eager. I couldn’t hide it.
He knelt in front of me and swept his finger down my chest and over my stomach, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps. Then he lifted my shirt and pulled it up over my arms. I could smell my perfume when he threw it to the side.
His lips were sweet and gentle, with the lingering touch of his teeth that left chills on my neck and then my chest. He distracted me while he took off my bra, and it worked. I didn’t even feel it when the hook came loose until he slid it out from under me and threw it aside.
His focus turned to my nipples. His eyes flashed from one to the next, like he couldn’t decide which one he wanted first. “So hot,” he said and licked my nipple, leaving little droplets of moisture behind. I tensed up. He kept going, pressing my nipple between his lips, moving his tongue over the tip while his finger circled over the edge.
A fluttering whisper bubbled out of my throat. With every swipe of his tongue, it got louder and louder until I cried out. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it any longer, he shoved his hand down my shorts and dug his finger in just past the entrance.
A hot, tingling feeling built up between my legs. “I’ll bet you liked that, didn’t you?” he asked.
I nodded and moaned softly.
Jake licked his lips and pulled his hand out. He unbuttoned my shorts while he focused on the nipple he’d neglected earlier. He circled his tongue around the edge with a playful look in his eyes, then clamped onto it with his teeth. Pain and pleasure radiated from my nipple, melding with his breath. Fire roared across my chest and trickled down my stomach.
He’d unbuttoned my shorts, and he focused on the zipper, inching it down while he teased my areola with his tongue. He pulled them down my legs, tore my panties off, and grabbed me by the hips. “What are you doing?” I yelped.
“Come here.” He pulled me off the couch and lifted me up. He held me under the knees so I could wrap my legs around him. His cock pressed into my opening. He moved his hips forward, and the tip pushed through.
“Oh, God,” I cried. Something was ready to make its way to the surface.
He pulled his hands out from under my knees, and I slid down into a standing position. He grabbed me by the side and bent me over the couch. His hand rested on my hip.
“Don’t you dare,” I said.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He lifted his hand.
“Oh, yes you d—”
He spanked me hard. “Is that what you were talking about?”
The tingling sensation spread out from where he slapped my flesh. It hit my wet lips and seemed to drive through. I felt like I grasped at nothing, opening and closing, desperate to take him in. His cock pressed against my cheek. It was skipping up and down, rubbing against the skin.
He lifted his hand. “This is gonna hurt.” His hand came down hard, leaving behind an intoxicating burn.
I yelped.
“So hot,” he said. Jake shifted behind me, and I looked back to see what he was doing. He stepped to the side so I couldn’t look. I turned my head in the other direction, but he was too fast. I heard his zipper falling.
He smacked his cock on my ass. “You like that?”
“Yes,” I said with a sigh.
“Go ahead. Take a look.”
I turned back. He held the base of his thick cock. When he saw me looking, he smiled and swung it up and down, then slipped his palm up the shaft. The foreskin folded over the head and I shuddered. He growled and slapped his cock down. It was big, bigger than I expected, and something told me that he knew how to use it.
He reached around and toyed with my clit while he ran his cock over my lips. With every stroke, an unimaginably potent wave of energy flowed up my body and settled deep below my gut. It didn’t dissipate, even when he let my clit go. My anticipation and the desperation I’d tried so hard to ignore egged it on.
He pushed his cock up and parted my lips. A trickle of moisture pooled up and flowed out onto his dick. That did it. Neither of us could control ourselves. He drilled through and rested his cock on my G-spot.
At first, I sighed. Then, as he starting to push in and pull out in long, consistent strokes, my voice came out in soft cries. He drove through hard, hit my spot, and flicked my clit. I jolted up and slammed right into it. I had to grab at the couch just to contain the overwhelming need to explode.
It wasn’t enough. He moved faster now, like a jackhammer, pounding in, pulling out. His cock slid through, and his fingers were like a bow to a violin as they twisted around my clit. The tickle, the burn, and the mounting tension became a flurry of sensation. I couldn’t hold up to this.
This man was a beast, built for lovemaking. I’d never been with anyone like him. He knew my body better than I knew my own. It became more than just touch. He was orchestrating an explosion, and he knew exactly what he was doing. He loved it.