Page 45 of Come Fill Me

Liz risked a glance. Zeke studied her without restraint, no pretense in his expression. He wanted her badly and no longer seemed in the mood to wait. He was definitely hot for her again.

“I’ll get to you next,” she promised before he said anything to anger his brother. “After I tend to Jacob.” Liz rested her hand on Jacob’s hairy thigh to assure him he had her full consideration.

“No,” Zeke said.

Jacob pulled his hands from behind his head and went to his elbows. “What?”

His brusque challenge didn’t faze Zeke. He continued to study her. “I don’t want you washing me. I like your scent on my body.”

He spoke with such honesty and helpless desire it took all of Liz’s will not to invite him into her arms. She had Jacob to tend to, a promise to keep that he could burrow within her, taking what he wanted this night.

Turning, she placed her hand on Jacob’s belly, tracing his scars with her fingertips. “Lie back,” she murmured. “Relax.”

He grunted on his way down to the floor, watching his brother the entire time.

To get Jacob to focus on her, Liz turned her back to him, straddling his lean hips, her cunt near his face, his stiffened cock inches below her lips.

He grabbed her ass, his thumbs digging into her cheeks.

“You’re sure you want me to wash you?” she asked.

“What? Huh?” He pulled her down to get at her cleft.

She resisted, not yet wanting him to lick it. “Guess not. How’s this?”

His legs stiffened, and he groaned at her bathing his cock with her tongue. She swirled it around the head, paying particular attention to the uneven skin at the back of his crown.

Jacob brought up his legs so fast his thighs bumped her shoulders. Using the heels of his feet for leverage, he lifted hiships to drive his cock into her mouth.

Poor baby. He didn’t yet realize the advantage she had and intended to use. With his shaft in her palm, Liz guided him into her mouth a little at a time, delaying the inevitable climax. No different from when he’d been fucking around with her release.

“Dammit,” he growled. “Take me faster. Deeper. All the fucking way.”

Liz slowed even more, letting the bit of him she’d just taken inside slip right back out.

Jacob swore, his oaths louder than the new music that played. Beyonce’sBest Thing I Never Had.

Liz grinned at his choice in music. Not badass gangsta rap, as she would have expected, but female vocalists. A kid, Zeke had called him. To prove otherwise, to make him feel cherished and desired during this act, Liz did what he’d demanded, taking his cock fully, the head slipping to the back of her throat.

The way he sucked in a breath said she’d succeeded in pleasing him. She slid his cock out then back in again, pursing her lips around the shaft, flicking her tongue on the most sensitive part of the head.

He roared in satisfaction. However, his reaction didn’t keep him docile beneath her, willing to accept whatever she chose. With his hands clamped on her hips, he pulled her down, giving Liz no chance to resist as he licked the length of her slit.

Her toes curled and her shoulders jerked up. Hell no. Not again. She wasn’t ready for another prolonged journey to orgasm. Her poor little nub was still recovering from her last climax. Frantic to regain control of the act, Liz cupped his balls, working them in her palm.

Jacob’s tongue stalled on her pussy.

Before he could pull himself together, she fondled his sac and moved her mouth up and down his rod.

He groaned and shivered. Pre-come spilled from the tinyslit in his crown, tasting delicious on her tongue. He was almost there. Hers to command.

Without warning, Liz released his balls and cock.

Jacob stiffened then shouted, “Don’t fucking stop!”

Far calmer than he, she murmured, “I’m not.” As gracefully as she could, Liz lifted her leg and turned to face him. Jacob’s hair streamed away from his head on a flow of water she couldn’t see. His biceps bulged, the snake tattoo on the left one seeming to move with each flex of his muscles. He looked in serious carnal pain that Liz wanted to relieve. She straddled him again, her curls touching his, his cock resting on his belly, the head pointing at his frustrated frown.

Liz stroked his abs. “Relax. You’ll give yourself a stroke.”

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