A remnant of that dominance returned as he pushed his fingers deep into my hair and tugged, exposing my throat to his mouth. Enough to set my nerves on edge with hope.
‘God,’ I moaned as his teeth and tongue tormented my neck, biting and licking until I writhed beneath him.
‘You’re mine,’ he growled, a sudden need to claim me washing over him and making his every movement harsher. More delicious.
‘Yours.’
One of his hands released my hair and moved around, gripping my chin.
‘Say it again,’ Jake demanded while landing a series of relentless thrusts inside me, stretching me almost painfully.
‘I’m yours. All yours.’
‘Do you want my cum, Sarah? Do you want me to fill you up?’ Jake’s voice shook with need, making my thighs clench tight.
‘Yes, mark me as yours.’
‘Touch yourself,’ he demanded as he lost himself in a series of bone-crushing strokes.
I obeyed, finding myself between my sweat-coated stomach and the valley below his abs. My fingers circled my swollen clit in a flurry, desperate to meet his impending orgasm. I buried my face in his salty throat, breathing in that manly musk that I so adored. Threads of pleasure rolled from deep within me, eachragged thrust of his hips bringing another wave rushing through me.
‘I’m so close,’ I whimpered.
Jake didn’t answer as I’d hoped. No filthy command, no growled praise. Just silence where I craved heat. Quickening his pace, his muscles tensed.
Still, I toppled over the edge, coming but without the sordid edge in which I had downstairs. Jake soon followed, groaning as he filled me with hot cum, his moans muffled in the pillow beside me.
In the stillness of after, the doubts crept in. Insidious little voices telling me he was faking, that he was performing sweetness instead of burning with me.
Wrapping my arms around his expansive back, I traced my adoration into his smooth, muscled skin.
‘I love you,’ I whispered against his throat.
Jake came back to himself slowly, pulling us over so we lay on our sides against one another, his cock still pulsating within me.
I focused on his blond eyelashes, losing myself in the sea-blue beyond them. Placing my hand against his chest, I counted the thrum of his heartbeat.
‘Are you okay?’ he asked, his fingers scooping my hair from my cheek and tucking it behind my ear. ‘What I did downstairs, I should have asked first.’
‘I liked it,’ I admitted, lowering my gaze to his throat, where I watched a vein throb with the beat of his calming heart.
‘I thought you hated him?’ Jake’s fingers traced my jaw before tipping my chin up to force me to look at him.
‘I do.’
‘Then why did you come so hard when he watched?’ Confusion laced his words, but I didn’t detect any judgement in his voice.
‘Sometimes that makes it hotter. I don’t know why. I know it’s weird.’
‘I just want to understand, so I can do better,’ Jake said before dropping a kiss at the edge of my lips.
Swallowing, I kept going, my voice trembling as I delved into the desires I’d kept hidden for so long. ‘You taking control and demanding I give myself to you no matter who’s watching was what turned me on. Not asking made me wetter than begging ever could. I can’t explain it, but it just does something to me that makes me feral.’
Jake’s gaze dipped to my lips before coming back to my eyes, his fingers closing tenderly over my throat with just enough pressure to make me sigh.
‘So you want more?’ he asked.
‘Yes. If you do.’
