Ranger's Baby Surprise (Special Forces Elite 2)

He kissed my neck and throat. His hand roaming over my body, stopping to squeeze and press into my skin.

“I’ve wanted you since I saw you on that porch,” he growled into my neck.

“You have?”

I wanted to talk about it. Ask him why he hadn’t tried a single move. Why he never kissed me. But suddenly his fingers were between me legs and I couldn’t think.

“Mmmhmm. Wider, baby,” he urged, spreading her legs.

“Ohh,” I moaned, doing everything he asked. I was his to command.

I bucked forward when I felt him slip two fingers inside my pussy. It was intense and strong the way he strummed against my inner walls.

His mouth covered my nipple, sucking until I thought I couldn’t take the sensations. I could feel the warmth between my legs, coating his fingers as he plunged in and out of me.

My head thrashed to the side. The burning was taking over my blood again. I was going to come like this while he fucked me with his fingers. I gripped at his shoulde

rs, needing him to ground me to the bed.

“Tell me what you want.” He nipped at my neck, before grazing his teeth over my shoulders. “Do you want me to make you come like this?”

I’d never said the words before. I’d never asked anyone to fuck me. But it was there on the tip of my lips. I didn’t know why, I only knew I needed it. I wanted it. My body was on fire. Fueled by his tongue. By his fingers. By the weeks of dreaming of this moment.

I pushed off the mattress enough to roll on my stomach, my ass grazing his stomach.

“I need you to fuck me. Please.”

“Fuck,” Jake groaned, gripping my hips. “Olivia…”

“I’ve wanted it every night.”

I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t think. I only knew I needed his cock buried deep inside me. So deep I wouldn’t know my name. Or his.

I wiggled my hips toward him, my tits bouncing underneath, draping over the pillows. I pressed my palms against the wall, bracing myself for him.

His finger ran between my legs, massaging me with my own hot juices.

“So wet,” he groaned. “Spread your legs for me.”

I moved my knees wide, hoisting my hips for him.

“You are so fucking perfect.” His tongue licked against me, lapping at my bud until I panted. “You taste like sugar.” He sucked the nub between his lips and I rocked my hips toward him, pressing harder against his tongue.

If he didn’t take me I would burst into flames. If his tongue felt like this I could only imagine what his shaft would feel like sliding in and out of my pussy.

The desperation was clawing at me. For weeks, this was all I could think about. I’d wake up with thoughts of him between my legs.

“I want to bury myself inside you. Hard and deep.”

I swallowed, forcing myself to keep breathing. “Yes.”

“Fuck you so hard you forget any other man.”

“Oh, yes.” My muscles clenched. Each word made me wetter.

“Fuck you until you beg me to stop, but scream for me to fuck you harder.”

The quivering in my core was tightening to a blistering pain. I might come just hearing him talk about fucking me.