Page 221 of The Reluctant Hero

“Let me feel your pussy flutter,” he murmurs against my lips.

My eyes meet his in surprise. The darkness there sweeps me under. In the shadows, it’s easier to see him as he is. There aren’t any lights to distract from it.

He stares into my eyes as his hand works magic below. In seconds, he has me writhing to meet the thrust of his fingers. Grinding against his palm every chance I get. My whole body is straining for it.

“Schließen,” he mutters and pulls his hand away.

“No,” I moan. I was so close.

“Yes. Changed my mind,” he snaps back and kneels between my thighs. He lines himself with my entrance, his heat searing me.

He’s inside me on my next breath. The stretch has me moaning again, my hips working to get as much of him inside me as I can.

He grips my hips, pulling me up on his thighs and powers into me. The shock of it has my body shuddering.

“Yes, that,yes,” he grits between gnashing teeth.

His body is straining, his muscles defined. All of his focus is on where we meet so roughly. He’s deep inside, slapping against my clit quickly. The speed and force of his body has me in awe.

He’s fiercely focused on making me cum, and every move drives the feeling higher inside me. I’m soaking wet, making the snap of our bodies coming together sound dirty. Just when I think I’m about to orgasm, it mellows and starts building again.

He changes the angle of his hips until every thrust has him slamming into the very end of me.

My back bows and my hands reach up to grab onto the pillow below my head. To hold onto anything to keep myself steady in this onslaught of pleasure.

“Oh yes.” My eyes open to his wide grin as he watches me. “Soon,ja? Match me.”

I can’t answer him with anything more than a moan, my eyes falling shut again. He laughs in a breathless way that’s filled with triumph. The sound breaks off with a grunt, and his thumb circles over my clit.

The added sensation has me bucking under him.

“Jake!”

My body curls as an orgasm rips through me. It’s as fierce as him, tearing me apart from the inside out. He doesn’t slow, riding through it with a groan. His pace gets unsteady, his back curving as he speaks in a rough language I don’t understand. I’m lost to the words as his body jerks against me.

Heat fills me, and he pounds it inside mindlessly. As if his cuming wasn’t the end goal. He keeps going. Even when my body goes slack and he begins to soften. His rough movements become softer glides as he slows. He’s panting so roughly as he settles over me, still thrusting. His lips meet mine with a gentleness that surprises me.

My arms flop over his neck to keep him close as his tongue twines with mine.

“So much better than my imagination,” he mutters, spreading his kisses over my jaw.

My brain is a calm white noise in the background as I catch my breath.

He rests on me, not giving me all his weight, setting his forehead against mine. My hand runs down his back limply, and he shudders.

“Shower with me.”

He gives me a quick kiss and pulls away. A soft sound comes from my throat as his body leaves mine. It feels like a separation that shouldn’t happen, startling me. I barely know Jake.

I barely know him.

What the fuck did I just do?

He’s naked, strolling to the bathroom while I lie on my back like a turtle that’s too stunned to struggle. My gaze is fixed on the ceiling with wide-eyed horror.

No condom. None. No brains used at all. Mom would be so proud.

I cringe at that thought.

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