Page 107 of Fighting Jacob

“Not now, Lola. Please. Fuck. I can’t take it.”

Incapable of withstanding her teasing a second longer, I guide her head downward at the same time I jerk my hips upward. An indescribable grunt seeps from my lips when a couple of inches of my cock rams into her mouth. It’s silky and wet and could only be better if it were her pussy.

Her heated breaths make condensation bead on the crest of my dick when she murmurs, “Someone’s impatient.”

Impatient is too innocent for the wicked thoughts streaming through my head. She’s been a tease the entire time I’ve known her, but I’m wound up too fucking tight to take her torment tonight. After months of abstinence and two weeks of sexting that could have me thrown in jail if my phone ends up in the wrong hands, I’m more than ready to have my wet dreams turned to reality.

Lola’s head collides with my door when I yank my steering to the left without warning. I was so determined to get her lips exactly where I want them, I didn’t notice the double-trailer semi heading straight for us. It roars past us with a honk, rattling my windows as effectively as Lola is rattling my composure. A second later, we would have been toast.

Adrenaline races through my veins. It isn’t our near-accident that has my heart hammering; it's Lola's lips sinking down my shaft. She’s taking me in slowly, one glorious inch at a time. This will make me sound like an ass, but I’d rather be honest. Before Lola, I had never been deep throated. Some of my dates got a few inches from the base. Others straight up refused to try. Lola gets an A for effort. She can’t quite take all of me, but she gives it her very best shot every single time. And thankfully, she has no gag reflex.

Air whistles between my teeth when the crown of my cock hits the back of her throat. She doesn’t gag, but the sexy-ass moan she releases has my balls constricting. There’s nothing hotter than a girl who enjoys giving head.

I almost beg for her lips to stay wrapped around my cock when she guides her head back up, but I don’t need to. After a quick lick to replenish them with moisture, she glides them back down just as eagerly.

“Fuck yeah, baby, just like that.”

When she attempts to protest my term of endearment, I rock my hips, stuffing her gripe into her throat with my cock. She bobs up and down on repeat, her lips descending more with each suck. In no time at all, she’s taking more of me than any woman before her.

“I knew you’d do it. There’s nothing you can’t do when you put your mind to it.”

As her mouth sucks at me like her pussy does, her tongue pays dedicated attention to my knob. She laps up my pre-cum before it has the chance to spill while keeping the tip well lathered for her multiple descents.

When she fists my cock so she can work the sections her mouth is failing to reach, keeping my eyes on the road is a fucking hard feat. The purrs ripping from her mouth match the rumble of my engine, and she’s working my cock like she was born to do it.

The harder she sucks, the faster my car flies down the highway. My heavy compression on the accelerator has us traveling at a speed well above the designated limit, but I can’t help it. The image of her sucking my cock is pure fucking heaven. It has every muscle in my body pulling taut, prepping for release. My balls tuck in close to my body as my shaft grows heavy with need. I’m going to blow, and I’m going to do it in Lola’s mouth.

Just as my car zooms past our exit, my thighs flex, my lips part, and hot, salty cum erupts from my cock, spurting into Lola’s already overstuffed mouth. She moans a noise I’ve only heard a handful of times the past two years as she battles to swallow the spawn pumping out of me in thick, hot bursts. It’s a sexy, needy purr that keeps my cock as hard as it was before I came.

After ensuring every drop of cum is taken care of, her attention shifts to nibbling on my ear. Like my night could get any better, it skyrockets to a never-before-reached level when she whispers in my ear, "Fuck, I missed you."

Lola rolls over until her chin is resting on my chest. “I’ll never regret the day I showed you that trick with your tongue.”

I arch my brow, pretending I’m not loving her tousled hair and makeup-free face. It’s rare to see her like this, carefree and natural, so I relish it as much as I can. “You taught me?”

She slaps my bicep as her eyes narrow into thin slits. After nipping at her kiss-swollen lips, I scoot down her body, dragging my lips over her generous breasts, down her washboard flat stomach before coming to a stop at the sexiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen. “Want me to show it to you again?"

I’m two seconds from slicing my tongue through the heat capable of destroying me when she shakes her head. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this.” She grimaces like she’s about to tell me we’re related. “But I need time to recover.”

My cock deflates like someone letting air out of a balloon when her hop off the bed causes pain to flash through her eyes. With her eyes on anything but me, she slips on my shirt before scrambling into the bathroom.

I’m on her heels two seconds later. “Did I hurt you?” I sound like a wimp, but I don't give a fucking shit. Months of sexual frustration meant things got a little rowdy, but I'll never forgive myself if I hurt her. I love her. I'm not supposed to hurt her.

The weight on my chest eases when she pivots around to face me. She’s biting her bottom lip, and her eyes are sparked with lust. When she shakes her head, I inwardly sigh, relieved as fuck. She’s tough, but she’s also a tiny little thing, and I’m... not so tiny.

“Don’t look so worried, Jacob. It’s not a bad pain.”

After placing a squirt of toothpaste on her toothbrush, she begins brushing her teeth. She makes even the most mundane tasks sexy. I doubt even scrubbing the toilet would look boring if she were doing it.

“Don’t even think about it.”

She spits foam into the cracked vanity sink before peering at me in the mirror. I eye her curiously, unsure what her statement means. After cocking her hip, her eyes drop to my crotch. When I follow their descent, a chuckle vibrates in my chest. My dick clearly enjoys the visual of her brushing her teeth. I'm hard like I haven't already come twice tonight.

“If you’re expecting him to calm down, you’ve run out of genie wishes. You only have to breathe, and the beat of my heart lowers twelve inches."

I expect her to call me a pig or to leave me hanging in a bathroom too small for a man my size to get a good grip, so you can imagine my surprise when my comment awards me a minty-fresh version of Lola for the next thirty minutes.

“Who was that lady today? The one in Noah’s room?”

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