Page 81 of Stolen

“Was that the official way you’re going to ask the question?”

“Hold on. I think I can do better.” Jacob took a deep breath before staring down into my eyes. “Leo Sullivan?”

“Speaking.”

“Will you be my boyfriend?” Jacob pressed his forehead against mine as he asked the question.

I pressed my forehead against his in return. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Jacob Bronson.”

“You’re nota big social media person, right?” I asked, scrolling through my phone, lying next to Jacob in bed. “As in, I don’t need to tag you in any updates about my relationship status?”

“You can tag me if you want.” Jacob shrugged. “I probably won’t be the first person to see it. I don’t really check my social media pages too often.”

“Of course, you don’t. Because you don’t obsess over what people think about you.” I blew out a heavy breath. “I want to get on your level someday.”

“Oh yeah?” Jacob grinned as he shifted closer to me on the bed. “You know, you can start on that right now.”

“Really? How?”

“Like this,” Jacob said, as he slowly pulled my phone out of my hands and put it down on the dresser beside us. “The first step is taking your mind off it. Or, I guess, lettingmetake your mind off it.”

“And how did you plan on taking my mind off—Oh.” I groaned as Jacob slid a hand underneath my shirt, his fingers finding one of my nipples and rolling it between his fingertips.

“You’re so cute when you start to fall apart,” he murmured, just before he pulled my shirt up toward my shoulders, giving him even more access to my chest. When he was done speaking, he brought his lips around my nipple, casually licking the sensitive nub as I shivered underneath him.

I whimpered and whined at Jacob’s every touch, his mouth moving over to my other nipple while he brought his hand up to the one he just left, playing with both of them at the same time. I was completely coming to pieces underneath him, but I didn’t feel an ounce of shame, not about the way he made me feel, not about how easily he could make me get hard for him, either.

Because I belonged to Jacob. And Jacob was mine.

“Jacob…” I moaned his name as he worked my chest. “Jacob…”

“Fuck. I love it when you say my name like that,” Jacob groaned, before he fully pulled my shirt up over my head. He didn’t waste any time doing the same with my pants and boxers,pulling them down past my knees and eventually letting them fall off the edge of the bed. Jacob then went back into position over me, his tongue sliding into my mouth, his hands holding down my wrists against the bed.

I writhed underneath him, excitement building in my veins. I knew that he was working up to something, playing into the power dynamic of me being naked and him being fully clothed. I never expected to be the kind of person who looked forward to beingused, to having someone else do whatever they wanted with my body.

But when Jacob did it, it didn’t feel like I was being used. It felt like I finally belonged, like I was completely safe in his arms, and he’d never do anything to hurt me, to make me feel unwanted or unloved.

“Fuck! Jacob…” I shuddered through another breath, as Jacob began to thrust his hips against mine, his body moving back and forth. I felt my cock hardening between us, my shaft rubbing against the fabric of his jeans, my precome leaking against his zipper. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to me, shamelessly chasing after my own pleasure as I pressed my body against his.

“You’re breaking the rules again, baby,” Jacob softly warned. “You know what happens when you try to take control.”

“I don’t care about breaking the rules,” I murmured, still rocking up against him. “I want you, Jacob. I want to come for you.”

“You want to come for me?” There was a mischievous look on Jacob’s face, as he picked up his pace, his hips moving even faster than before. “Then, I’m going to make you come for me, baby. All night long.”

“Jacob… wait…” My mouth fell open in a moan, as I felt myself coming for him, my cock exploding against his pants, my come creating a wet spot between us. “Fuck…”

“That’s one,” Jacob said, sliding a hand between us, his palm wrapping around my still throbbing cock. He started to pump me up and down, his hand stroking me through the end of my orgasm, my shaft way too sensitive to his touch.

“Jacob… wait… I can’t…”

“Yes, you can, baby. You can do this for me.” Jacob’s voice was low as he continued to stroke my cock, his grip only getting stronger and faster. “You said you wanted to come for me, didn’t you, baby?”

“Fuck…” I felt like I was on fire, in the very best way, every nerve ending in my body coming alive with pleasure, all at the same time. Jacob was watching my expression and as he played with my cock, he swiped his thumb all across my wet slit. There was something about the intensity behind his gaze that made me fall apart for him all over again, my come landing on his palm as I trembled and shook, my body barely able to handle the pleasure of it all.

“That’s two,” Jacob calmly said before he shifted down my body.

“Jacob, what are you—Jacob!” My head fell back against the pillow, as Jacob took my cock into his mouth. “Jacob… I can’t…”

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