Page 80 of Trip Through Your Wires

“Will she hear us?” I flick my eyes to the door.

“Who?” She pants, eyes searching wildly.

“Your grandma.”

She bites her lower lip, while shaking her head. “Hearing aid…off at night.”

“Good,” I growl, “because we’re about to wake the dead.”

Moving one hand to the headboard, I brace the other next to her head, and slam into her with new force. She grabs my lower back with both hands as I rail into her, sending the legs of the bed scraping against the floor.

“Tell me what you want,” I puff out, working up a sweat. “Do you want me to fuck you like a princess, or like a bitch in heat?”

She digs her nails into my back and drags them outward. “God yes,” she pants. “A bitch. Your bitch.”

I slam into her balls deep, and when her breathy pants tell me she’s close to coming again, I bend down and claim her mouth, sucking on her lower lip the way I know she likes.

“Flip over,” I growl, my command guttural.

Moving like a cat that’s been lying in the sun too long, she pushes up and once on she is on all fours, I gran a pillow and put it under her stomach and coax her down. Sinking my cock back into her, I grip her ass and push her cheeks up, the tops of my thighs slamming into her ass as I thrust my hips.

Watching her ass ripple as I pound into her stirs a reckless hunger I’ve never felt before. There’s no going back. She is the keeper of my secret, and I hers, and she belongs to me.

Laying down over her back, I slow my pace, fucking her deep and slow, then reach for her thigh and push it up, so I can reach under her body to stroke her clit.

“Oh God,” she puffs out, her charged, heated pants labored as I bury my cock in her slowly, and deeply, over and over.

“No,” I whisper hotly in her ear. “Not God. Me. Your body, your heart, your dreams… they’re mine, Sparky. Every inch, every piece.”

She moans into the pillow, clit hardening as I stroke it faster; my face buried in her neck as our pants fill the room. What Cruz said that day about seeing his girl pregnant, it was some real caveman shit I didn’t understand at the time. But I do now because I want that. I want to brand and breed Jenica so no one else can. It’s an overpowering thought that hits me hard and fast.

“I’m gonna come,” I puff into her neck. “Pull out or fill you?”

She grabs the back of my head and with a fistful of hair, pulls me closer, moaning in approval as I reach for her hands, and with our hand spread out in front of us, fingers intertwined, I give her all of me.

My entire body shakes as my climax hits, every muscle in my body pulling tight as I shoot my release into her. “Fuck, yes,” I groan. “Take it, Sparky. Take all of it.”

She moans into the pillow as my climax triggers her own; pussy gripping my cock as it contracts, milking every drop of my release that shoots into her with each beat of my heart.

We lay there for a moment, sweaty and panting, and when I finally ease out of her, cum leaks down the inside of her thigh. Running two fingers up the trail, I bring them up to her sopping pussy. But as I am about to shove it back in, she reaches for my wrist and brings my fingers to her mouth and sucks.It’s the hottest, most erotic thing I’ve ever seen and my dick twitches with life, despite our very thorough fucking.

“Mmm,” she hums with delight. “So that’s what I’ve been missing.”

“No,” I grin and roll onto my back, bringing one hand behind my head, while pulling her to my chest with my other. “It’s what you have to look forward to when you’re ready.”

Chapter 18

Jenica

When I wake the next morning, I feel better than I have in weeks. Gone is the crushing weight of exhaustion in my bones and the boulder that’s been sitting on my chest for weeks, has lifted.

It’s strange to feel so light and I don’t have to look far to know the reason for my buoyancy. Sound asleep on the pillow next to mine is Jake. I said I wanted fire and angst, and shit, I got it, because what happened last night…there are no words.

How had it taken me so long to give in to the absolute sex on a stick that is Jake Chambers? He was as rock and roll as they came. Only, his passion and fire was hidden beneath a beautiful heart, and stunning good looks that masked the weight he carried. He was brawn on the outside and warm on the inside. Like cobbler. Only, more delicious.

What happened between us wasn’t just sex. It was passion and fireworks and unlike anything I’d ever experienced. If there were a PROPERTY OF JAKE CHAMBERS stamp, it would be inked all over my body this morning because there wasn’t an inch of me he didn’t own last night.

“If you take a picture, it will last longer,” he murmurs sleepily.

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