Page 86 of Please, Sir

He lets me come hard, and after, he sees I’m through, he lifts me gently off the saddle and sets me on the bed. He drapes a sheet over the saddle, unlocking the wheels on the rack and rolling it into his walk-in closet before closing the door.

“We can be kinky with Jo Jo in the house,” he’d told me a few months ago after a particularly heavy impact session that left the bed scattered in a ton of leather toys. “We just have to be good at cleaning up, and my closet needs a lock.”

Every time we make a mess during a scene, Jake cleans it up. I offer to help but, in his words, “a dominant makes your life easy and gives you intense pleasure.” I don’t know how much of that is truly the role of a dominant or if that’s just my own dominant man, but either way, I know I’m lucky.

He comes to the edge of the bed, stepping between my legs to spread them. He strokes himself over me, before bending to steal the hat from the bed where I put it when he set me down. He places it on his head, and my chest squeezes at the sight. My sexy, dominant cowboy daddy.

Another pump of his cock, a wink, then I’m rolled back onto my shoulders with the first six inches inside me. A groan erupts from his chest, rattling the walls, leaving me a puddleof liquid desire. Watching him lose control and come will almost always make me come again.

With one hand gripping my ankle, he uses the other to grab his balls, groaning as his hips pump. “Gonna give my beautiful little slut every drop I got,” he warns, his simmering gaze coming to meet mine. “You want it all, don’t you slut? You want all the cum in these big balls.”

I reach down and start rubbing myself like crazy, the burn of his cock already quickly turning into pleasure as he nears the edge.

“I’m gonna come, Riley,” he says, using my name as he draws closer. “You ready, baby?”

I nod my head, breathless as I stare up at him. Just as my cunt begins to spasm around the length he’s given me, he throws his head back and roars.

“Oh fuck!” he shouts, and I join him, moaning his name, moaning all the things I feel when he comes inside me.

“Oh my god, you feel so good! Oh my god, that’s so good, so hot, so much cum. Thank you, sir, thank you. Oh yes! Yes,” I praise, and before I know it, he slides out of me and collapses over me, his mammoth frame pressing into mine. His hot breath flanks my ear.

“God, I will not be able to stop seeing you on that saddle until I die.” He lifts his head and presses his mouth to mine, our tongues finding each other immediately.

Jake rolls us over, and pulls me into his chest, stroking his fingers through my hairline. His lips press to my forehead, and while he kisses me, I enjoy the heavy thump of his heart.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he says, his voice rough and raw.

“I’m glad, too,” I tell him, then roll in his arms to find his lips. He groans as we kiss, but he rears back a moment later.

“Jo Jo is gonna be back from her workout in a fewminutes. What do you say we head to the kitchen and I make you girls some breakfast?” He finds my breast with his hand, and rolls my nipple between two fingers.

“Sounds like the perfect morning.”

While making pancakes, Jake tells Jo Jo all about the way Janie made pancakes, and how she’d always add a secret ingredient, then make Jake guess what it was. He tells her how she was a great baker, but after having a baby, she got even better. “She always set you right here on the counter,” he says to her, “and you were her number one taste-tester.”

I love hearing about Janie, and the life Jake and Jo Jo had years ago. It makes me feel closer to them, and the more he shares about Janie, I can see the more Jo Jo feels connected to her mom. I feel honored to be a part of their journey of healing. Truthfully, I’m honored to be a part of their family. They’re both beautiful human beings who I love so much.

“Just whips and crops today,”Jake says to a man wearing chaps and a black felt hat. “Saddles are being cleaned this week.”

I turn to Jo Jo, leaving Jake and the man to talk about a custom order. “You don’t wanna go meet up with the girls? They’re here. I just saw Miranda and Carrie over there.”

Jo Jo, her hair in a braid down her back, dressed in jeans and hoodie, her boots on her feet just like me, presses her lips together in a flat line.

“Okay, so that’s a no. But why?” I reach for my iced coffee, one I got from the cart new to the market this week.

“Well, you know how the freshman girls were teasing meabout not getting my period,” she says, whispering to keep this between me and her.

I nod. “Super dumb but yes, of course I remember.”

“Alexa and Carrie are friends. Alexa told Carrie, then Carrie and Kelly, and last week in the rally court, between fourth and fifth period, they started talking shit to me.”

I cannot fathom making fun of someone for something they have no control over, and because of this, my brows shoot up and a small laugh falls from my lips. “What? That’s ridiculous. What were they saying?”

“Just… stuff. Stuff about how Rawley’s gonna dump me when he finds out I'm still a baby.” She shrugs like it doesn't hurt her, but I see the lingering pain in her eyes.

“Okay first of all, high school boys don’t know about periods. I mean, yes, some of them know they exist, but to think Rawley would dump you over your period is really dumb. Like, really, really dumb. Okay? Trust me.” I lean in and drop my voice to a conspiratorial whisper because our girl talk doesn’t need to involve Jake. “Most of them don’t even know exactly what the female anatomy is about. So, don’t believe them.”

My words take a moment to sink in, but I can tell that they do because she nods, her eyes a little more carefree than they were a minute ago.

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