Thank you!
I growl and drag the shorts down slowly, revealing soft skin, smooth thighs, and the prettiest lace panties I’ve ever seen. My cock twitches.
“You’re killing me,” I whisper, running my nose along the inside of her thigh, breathing her in.
I should go slow. I should savor her. But one taste, and I know I'll never have enough.Never. But then I see it, the dark patch of arousal soaking through the lace.
“Fuck, baby… you’re soaked for me.” I yank her panties down and toss them aside before spreading her thighs wide, staring like a man mesmerized. “Beautiful,” I murmur, and then I’m tasting her.
The first swipe of my tongue has her gasping, her hips jerking.
“Jake!”
I groan, eating her like it’s the only thing keeping me alive. My tongue plunges deep, then circles slowly and lazily around her clit until she’s panting, her fingers clutching the sheets.
“Please… oh god… Jake?—”
I don’t stop. I suck her clit between my lips, flicking it with my tongue until she’s trembling and breaking apart beneath me.
She comes hard, crying out my name, her thighs shaking around my face as I hold her down and take every drop.
When she collapses, limp and boneless against the bed, I finally pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
I look at her, flushed, wrecked, and utterly gorgeous, and something wild curls low in my gut. I feel like a fucking hero standing on the battlefield. Like Anlon, victorious after conquering the Southern Kingdom.
And hell… I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
Oh, I conquered the South Kingdom, all right. My woman’s. And I’m ready to do it again. And again.
But not right now.
“Fuck,” I growl. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
I strip off my boxers, my hard cock aching and leaking. I line up, pressing the tip against her entrance, pausing andforcing myself to breathe.
“Look at me, Fangirl.”
Her eyes flutter open wide, glassy, vulnerable, but most of all, full of love.
“I love you,” I whisper. “I need you to know that… before I lose my goddamn mind.”
Then I push in. Slow, steady, stretching her inch by fucking inch until I’m buried to the hilt.
It hits me like a freight train. This isn’t just sex. It’s her. It’s home. Every restless night, every lonely morning… crashing into this one moment. Fuck, I don’t ever want to leave this place. This feeling. Her.
We both groan, shaking from the intensity.
“Jesus… you’re perfect,” I rasp, fighting for control.
“Move,” she breathes out, trying to raise her hips. “Please… Jake, move.”
I pull back slowly, almost out, then slam back in, setting a rhythm that has us both gasping.
Her blunt nails rake down my back, her hips rising to meet every thrust, every stroke driving me closer to the edge.
“Fuck. Yes, Jake!”
“That’s it, baby. Take it. Take all of me. Oh, you’re taking me so well.”
