"Give me your mouth," he said, fisting his hand in my hair and tugging .
I didn't know what else to do but comply, and I turned toward the sound of his voice, unaware a tear had spilled free .
He rocked forward, then withdrew, and I cried in protest against his lips, clutching at him and trying to pull him back to me .
But I didn't need to, because he was already thrusting forward again, deeper this time, and I shuddered. He withdrew again, and I tugged him back, the dance repeating itself over and over again with him sinking deeper each time until he was buried inside me completely. I could feel how deeply he was inside me, the coarse hair at the base of his cock a sweet friction against my clitoris every time he thrust in to the hilt .
He slid his mouth down my neck, his teeth closing over the sensitive arch where the curve met the shoulder. One big hand palmed my ass, and he canted me higher, and I tensed as the new angle had my nerves lighting up .
Pleasure I'd never known started to sizzle and burn .
I gasped as he bit me, then began to suck on my neck, each pull in time with the rhythm of his hips, the head scraping over that spot deep inside .
Oh...oh...oh !
I screamed as the orgasm exploded inside me .
Jake grunted and drove into me harder, tearing his mouth from my neck and slamming it down over mine. Both hands now cupped my ass, and he worked me up and down, the friction more intense, almost too much as the climax went on and on, and still he moved .
"Again, Michelle," he muttered against my lips. "Feel it again ."
Again?
There was no ...
He slid one hand in between us and rubbed my clitoris .
At the same time, he caught my lower lip between his teeth and bit me. It was a light, almost delicate pain, at odds with the intensity with which he shafted me, and it was just too much .
I did exactly as he'd ordered .
Screaming as he pulled yet another orgasm from me .