Page 11 of Wanting His Girl

The air is thick with the scent of pine and something else—something wild and untamed. It's probably just the mountain air, but right now, it feels like Jake, like us, giving in to something overpowering and raw. We're in our own little bubble, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world fading away to nothing.

Somehow, Jake’s voice gets even deeper as he growls into my ear again. "This is your last chance, Melanie. Tell me to stop now."

"And what if I don't?" My breath hitches at the thought of what comes next.

"Then I'm going to stick my head between your legs and make this hot little pussy cream all over my face while you stare up at the stars."

Oh my gosh.

A gush of moisture floods my panties at his words, and I hear a moan slip out of me as I squirm in his arms.

"Fuck, you like that idea, don’t you?” Jake growls as yanks up my dress. “My wild girl wants me to make her come out here where anybody can see."

Jake gently positions himself between my legs. His strong hands spread my lower lips apart, and I gasp as the cool night air meets my pussy.

Then, his tongue flicks across my clit, sending a bolt of pleasure through me that makes me arch my back and grip the blanket beneath us.

As the sensation continues to build, Jake slides a finger inside me. He encounters some resistance and immediately stops.

"Are you a virgin, Melanie?” he asks in a low voice.

I nod sheepishly in response. “I’m sorry.”

Another deep growl rumbles from his chest. "Don’t be sorry, baby. I love it. I would never judge you if I wasn't your first," he assures me, his voice thick with desire. "But I’m glad that I am."

He returns to pleasuring me - his finger sliding in and out while his tongue works magic on my clit.

The sensations become too much to bear, and before long, I'm screaming out into the open sky just as Jake said I would - lost in a world of ecstasy under a canopy of stars.

Chapter Five

JAKE

I drive us back to my cabin, barreling down the road like a man possessed.

I knew that getting a taste of Melanie would be mind-blowing, but I had no idea it would hit me this hard. It took every ounce of self-control not to pop her sweet cherry right there in the observatory.

But there was no way in hell I was fucking my girl for the first time anywhere other than in my own bed.

As soon as we crossed the threshold of my cabin, I threw her over my shoulder and made a beeline for my room.

Now Melanie Watts is naked and spread out on my bed like an offering.

And the sight of her like this has me reeling.

Her blonde hair is a wild halo on the white pillow, her skin is flushed with desire, and her thighs are spread wide for me, revealing everything to my hungry gaze.

It's an intimate view that has my heart pounding in my chest and desire pooling low in my gut.

"Look at my girl," I rasp out, my gaze raking over her exposed body. "So fucking perfect."

Melanie looks up at me, and the shy expression on her face nearly kills me. “Y-you really think so?” She asks.

I lean down, my lips trailing along the column of her neck.

"Of course I think so, baby," I say against her skin, feeling her shiver under my touch. Every curve, every freckle—it's like she was crafted just for me to worship. “And I can’t wait to make you mine.”

Her fingers dig into my back, urging me on, and I can't hold back a grin. So innocent-looking, my Melanie, but I know better.I know the fire that burns in her, matching my own.