Page 91 of Five Alarm Kiss

He nipped at her lower lip before thrusting his tongue deep. Slipping his hand between her legs, he slid a finger into her heat.

She gasped and arched against him. “Jake…”

“What, Princess?”

With a “come hither” motion, he stroked her G-spot, making her moan.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he growled. “Tell me now because this is your last chance to stop before the next thing inside your sweet pussy is my cock.”

Laurel’s body ignited. She burned like she had a hundred-and-ten-degree fever, and Jake was the only medicine that could help. There wasn’t a doubt in her mind she wanted him. In fact,it was suddenly crystal clear that Jake was the only man she’d ever want.

“Yes,” she mewled, writhing against his hand.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes…” She closed her eyes and bit her lip before whispering, “Fuck me.” She never said that word, but if that’s what it took to get Jake inside her, she’d say it a million times.

His eyes darkened as he searched her face for any hesitation. She knew he wouldn’t find any. She wanted him, and the way his eyes turned midnight blue proved he could tell.

“That’s some awfully filthy language for a grade school teacher,” he said with a grin, sliding off the bed to strip his boxers and retrieve a condom.

Laurel stared transfixed as she watched him roll it onto his hard length. Wow, he was… she’d never seen such a…

Cranberries, I hope that fits!

Returning to the bed, Jake positioned himself between her legs. He reached down, brushing his fingers through her slick folds.

She knew she was beyond wet. Like embarrassingly, should’ve-gotten-a-towel-or-threewet.

“Fuck, you’re drenched.” He rubbed his tip along her slit, a wicked glint lighting his eyes. “Ready to be corrupted, good girl?”

Before she could answer, he drove into her with one swift motion.

Laurel flung her head back into the pillow, mouth opening wide on a gasp as her body took him in. The sweet sting of being completely filled lessened when he stilled and waited for her to grow accustomed to him.

“Okay?” Jake asked.

She nodded, so he withdrew and thrust back in. He raised his eyebrows in question, again waiting for confirmation. Despitehis forceful, take charge and give orders way, he still ultimately relinquished power to her.

She nodded once more, so he thrust harder.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

When she did as she was told, he powered into her and started moving his hips in earnest. Deeper. Faster. Harder.

“Hang onto me, Princess.” His voice was a feral growl. “I’m gonna fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”

Jake was true to his word. He rode her hard, taking her to the stratosphere and making her soar. She’d honestly lost count of the number of orgasms he’d given her, and she’d screamed his name so many times, she’d probably be hoarse in the morning.

Exhausted, they’d finally fallen asleep, but that hadn’t stopped Jake from waking her during the night to do it all over again. When she couldn’t take any more, he’d wrapped her in his arms, and she was out like a light.

She could swear he’d whispered something while she’d been hovering on the edge of consciousness, but the oblivion of sleep had consumed her so quickly, she couldn’t be sure.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Laurel awoke with a sleepy grin. She’d had the best dream. A sizzling-as-all-get-out, wet dream, at that. The kind of dream that made you want to mainline melatonin, so you’d never wake up. And the best part? Jake had been the star. Not surprising, since she’d been fantasizing about him from the moment she’d laid eyes on him at Hannah’s. So, yeah. Awesome dream.

Stretching like a contented cat, she felt a pang of soreness between her legs. An avalanche of memories from last night, when Jake had taken her every which way to Sunday, engulfed her.

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