Page 77 of The Rookie's Second Chance

The mattress was soft and inviting, with cushions and blankets that seemed to engulf me in a cozy hug. I settled into the bed, feeling a sense of ease and tranquility wash over me, accompanied by an unfamiliar sensation I hadn't experienced in so long, I questioned if it was even real.

My fingers trailed up and down my body, enjoying the sensation of my smooth skin heated beneath the blankets. My nipples became firm, and my core ignited with an intense warmth.

In my mind, I envisioned Jake—I pictured him coming inside in his uniform, finding me in his bed and smiling. “I’m sorry,” he would say in my imagination, offering a remorseful glance. “I shouldn’t have kept you waiting. I’m glad you’re here. You’re all I want.”

I imagined pulling him onto the bed, our bodies intertwined as he ran his hands up my sides and caressed me, eliciting soft sighs.

Clasping my breasts, I played with the sensitive peaks, each touch sending ripples of delight through my body. I yearned for more, for the sensation of him covering me entirely.

I envisioned him shedding his shirt, our bare chests meeting as he continued to kiss me deeply, his hand gradually descending…

My left hand wandered between my legs, my fingers gently teasing my clit. In my fantasy, I urged him to do the same, imagining his self-assured grin as he gazed down at me. I pictured what it would feel like to have him between my legs, his tongue exploring every inch.

A tremor ran through me as I inserted one, then two fingers inside, feeling my arousal spill out into the surrounding water. A small wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over my skin, leaving me sighing contentedly.

Visions of Jake penetrating me, claiming me, filled my thoughts.

“Oh, yes…” I whispered softly. “Make love to me. Please, I beg… just make love to me.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Jake replied in my daydream. “I’ve craved your sweet, tight body since I first laid eyes on you.”

“Oh god, yes.”

I was now stimulating my clit with my thumb while fervently moving in and out, eyes shut, head tilted back, repeatedly murmuring Jake’s name.

I fantasized about his mouth lavishing attention on my nipples, teasing and circling them with his tongue. My beautiful, perky breasts, I imagined, would drive him wild with desire.

In my daydream, I reached down, grasping him firmly. He was impressive, and I delighted in the sensation of his size in my hands. He responded to my touch, signaling my readiness for him.

“I need you, Jake,” I declared. “Right now.”

Fantasy Jake chuckled, replying, “As you wish.” He aligned himself with me and entered slowly, filling me completely.

“God…” I whispered aloud. I focused on my most sensitive spot, continuing to envision Jake moving above me, eliciting these sensations himself.

My climax was quickly approaching, and I concentrated on the imagined feeling of Jake’s powerful thrusts, each one sending waves of pleasure through me.

“I’m about to come,” I told him in my fantasy.

“Good girl,” he responded, intensifying his pace. The combination of mental and physical stimulation pushed me over the edge into a powerful orgasm.

“Jake!” I exclaimed as the climax overwhelmed me, leaving me in a euphoric state of bliss and satisfaction.

Regaining my composure, I realized how vocal I had been. Embarrassed, I hoped Jake hadn’t come home and heard me.

Then again… maybe if he did, my fantasy could become reality…

I lay in bed, still tingling from the pleasure of my own caress. My mind wandered through memories, each one like a scene from a movie I'd directed. I always got what I wanted. Always. It was just a matter of being smart about it, of playing the game better than anyone else. Jake would be no different.

The room was dark, the only light a sliver from the streetlamp outside, casting a dim glow. I turned over, burying my face in his pillow. The scent of his cologne was strong, enveloping me. It felt like a promise, a hint of what was to come.

My thoughts drifted to Kayla. She was a temporary obstacle, a minor inconvenience. I was sure of it. Jake had been so kind to me, so caring. He couldn't possibly have real feelings for her. Not when he was always there for me, always ensuring I was okay.

I smirked in the darkness. Kayla might have history with Jake, but I had the present. I was the one living in his house, sharing his space. Proximity was power, and I intended to use it.

As the clock ticked away, I found myself lost in plans and fantasies. I'd cook for him, listen to him, and be there when he needed comfort. He'd see, eventually. He'd realize that what he needed was right in front of him all along.

Chapter Thirty-Six

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