Page 124 of Reclaiming Adelaide

He pressed in a little further, stretching me to an uncomfortable fullness.

“What if I don’t want to?”

“You will, sweets.”

His lips brushed my clit, then licked, distracting me from his simultaneous assault on my ass.

The restless stretch soon dissipated, allowing a strange awareness to flood my system like a tsunami without warning.

“Jake?”

He hummed between my legs, never taking his lips off my clit. And as if someone opened the floodgates, my thighs tightened, my knees shook as I barreled over, my back arching into the air. My stomach muscles clenched as I drowned in bliss, my breaths a whimpered wheeze.

Jake ripped his touch from my body, my knees buckling beneath me. “Not yet, little girl.” He picked me up from the floor, swiped a few things on the desk aside, and plopped my used ass on the surface.

Goosebumps branched out across my skin, intermingling with the sweat and heat that crawled across my open nerves.

His hand pressed into the center of my chest and eased me back onto the desk with a mixture of neatly organized cables, computer monitors, and keyboards.

Jake shucked his suit pants down his hips, not bothering to remove them from his ankles, and stroked his hard length.

“It’s been too long.”

It hadn’t. He’d had me nearly every night since we’d been back, but he always wanted more.

He shuffled forward with two small steps and grabbed the back of my knees, allowing his erection to stand proudly on its own against his belly as he pressed my knees to my chest. “Hold still.” He grabbed my hand and forced me to replace his hold. “Keep your hands there.” His hand swung down, and my ass started with a new itchy fire. “Tell me you understand.”

I nodded and gulped. “Yes.”

“That’s perfect.”

A soft pressure pushed against my wet opening, and I groaned from the loss as he pulled away, spit on my spread pussy, and rubbed it in with the head of his cock, sending wicked excitement through my belly.

“Remember, if he hears you...”

My eyes bulged before he slammed inside of me. My muffled cries swarmed the room like hundreds of bees finding a new home. He pumped in and out of me, his body slapping against my sore ass.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.“ I whispered through gritted teeth, unable to maintain my silence.

A sharp slap hit my right ass cheek—once, twice, three times, sending a rush of moisture between my legs, his thrusts accompanying a wet slap.

“Your pussy tightens right up when I do that. Do you like that, baby? You like being spanked when I fuck you?”

I tucked my knees into my elbows and interlaced my fingers across my chest, helping my slick hands from slipping.

“Yes.”

The computer monitor on the desk swayed back and forth in time with his thrusts. Its hypnotic motion entranced me.

Thwack.

Thwack.

Thwack.

My ass burned with sharp, itching tingles.

“Fuck.”

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