Page 52 of King of Wrath

I can practically feel Jake’s hands on me but he’s not touching me where I need it most and my body is aching to explode in orgasm.

“Nia,” his deep growl reverberates through me, so real, I jolt in surprise, waking from the dream.

My eyes fly open, and Jake stands over me.

His chest is bare, but he has athletic pants on. “Jake?”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? You were crying in your sleep.”

I blink at him, my mouth opening and closing. “Was I?” I finally push out between panting breaths. The ache is still there, the pulsing need. I look down to see my hand is buried between my legs, nothing but a sheet covering the evidence that I was dreaming about the dirty things I want him to do to me. “Bad dream. That’s all.”

We’re in some sort of battle. He’s the last man I should want touching me. But I’ve applied myself to teasing him the past few days.

And while he still seems perfectly in control. I’m dying to have his hands all over me.

And he knows…

“Bad dream or good dream?” he asks and then he reaches for the sheet, peeling it back from my body. I freeze, blood flooding my cheeks as the sheet skims over my belly and then lower, revealing my hand buried inside my panties.

He lets out a rumbling growl that makes me pulse with some deep need and my fingers flex to push deeper into my folds.

And then I arch my back because it feels so good and I am so close.

“Please, Jake,” I whisper, not even sure what I’m begging him for.

“You want to cum, baby girl?” He brushes my panties to the side, his middle finger sliding into my sopping-wet pussy.

“Oh God, yes,” I gasp out my body already vibrating with an impending orgasm as I brush my own fingers over my clit again.

“Who’s your daddy, baby?” And then he slides out, pushing a second finger and hitting that spot that has my whole vagina contracting.

“You are,” I say without hesitation, spreading my legs wider. I want my clothes off, I want his mouth on my nipple, I want…

I gasp as the first orgasm slams through me. It was so fast, I’m barely even prepared. But lucky for me, Jake’s just getting warmed up. Pulling his fingers out, he yanks my panties down my legs and then lifts me up, pulling the tank over my head.

It’s a tiny bit of fabric, as I’d made a show of climbing into bed in my scantiest pieces. The tank top rips as he pulls it over my head, landing in a jagged pile on the floor, as his mouth clamps down one of my nipples. I cry out at the electric tingle that pulses through me as his fingers slide back through my folds, teasing me again.

But he doesn’t tease for long…

His mouth is nipping and sucking down my torso kissing a trail that sets me on fire.

When he kisses the place where my leg meets more torso I shiverwith a bit of a tickle, but he only growls into my skin. “You smell so delicious.”

And then he takes one of my knees, parting my legs as he settles his shoulders between them.

Taking one long lick, he sucks my clit between his teeth. I scream, another orgasm slamming into me.

Christ, the man barely needs to do anything and I explode.

He jolts up and shucks off his pants, his erection jutting out from his body. I don’t feel the least bit afraid as I stare at his thick cock.

If anything, I squirm in anticipation. I want to know how it feels…

I sit up, reaching for his hip and pulling him close, my mouth opening as I let his cock sink between my lips.

He moans out his satisfaction, his head falling back.

I don’t know what happens to me when we touch, but it’s like I become this completely other person. Bold. Alive. I want him to touch me in every way imaginable.

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