Page 43 of Soldier, Tailor, Spy

“Don’t go thinking I was a saint or anything,” he muttered, palming her breast over the lacy material of her bra. “I fucked—a lot—after you got remarried. None of them compared to you, nor would they ever.”

“What does that mean, Jake?”

The idea of having this conversation with her while he was also trying to fuck his ex-wife had the potential to kill the moment they were having. Instead, he yanked her blouse off and groaned. “It means what I said it does.” He stared down at her. Ginger’s breast rose and fell with each breath she took, tempting him beyond rationale. “I wanted you back the minute the ink was dry on the divorce papers. Unfortunately, I was also a selfish bastard who thought he was doing the right thing to protect you.”

“Jake...”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to talk, Ginger.” He lowered himself, taking her mouth in a searing kiss. “I want my wife back. I never want to lose you again.”

For him, the conversation was over. They’d talk later. Now was all about them. He removed her clothes one item at a time. Though they were older this time around, and their bodies differed from before, she was perfect. He loved her soft curves. The small stretch marks from carrying not only his daughter but Declan as well. He loved the way her full breasts were slightly swollen with milk for her son.

Jake kissed a path from her neck to the valley between her breasts. Ginger lifted her hips, silently directing him where she wanted him most.In due time, he thought to himself as he took her nipple into his mouth and bit down. Her soft cry went straight to his engorged dick, causing him to throb with need. It’d been so long. He was going to have fun relearning her body. While he toyed and tasted her left nipple, he pinched and pulled on the right, reveling in the soundshisGinger made while rocking against him.

“Why are you still dressed?” Ginger muttered. “Doesn’t seem fair.”

He chuckled against her flesh. “I’m getting there.”

“Well, you’re taking your fucking time about it.”Hellcat. He loved it when she tore into him, especially when they were going to have sex.

He reached between them and pulled down the zipper of his pants, then unbuttoned them. “Is this what you want?” He moved his boxers out of the way and fisted his dick, groaning as he throbbed in his hand. “To fuck you like we’re a couple of horny teenagers?” He pushed into her in one thrust and groaned. “Fuck.”

Ginger shoved his BDUs and boxers out of the way before wrapping her legs around his hips, trapping him within her. The feel of her snug pussy twitching and pulsing left Jake lightheaded and dizzy with pleasure. There was no one like his wife. They burned hot and bright together. “Jake.” The reedy tone of her voice shot straight to his groin.

“Fuck, I’m already coming,” he groaned, fucking her in hard, demanding thrusts. He buried his face in the crook of her neck as he filled her.

Embarrassment swamped him. He wasn’t a one pump chump. Nevertheless, being back inside her, he lost himself. She was warm and tight and perfect. The minute her pussy wrapped around his cock, he lost all of his senses. Her soft, tinkling laughter brought his head up. Was she laughing at him? He stared down at Ginger, her blue-green eyes sparkling with mirth and arousal. “Just like our first time.”

He groaned, pressing his forehead to her shoulder. “Don’t remind me.”

“We’re not done,” she said, snapping his attention to her. “I’d like an orgasm or two.”

“Roger that.” He pulled out, then yanked his pants off while Ginger situated herself on her bed. Seeing his cum between her thighs again sent a bolt of satisfaction through him, along with longing. He needed her as much as she wanted him.

“Fuck me, Jake. Fuck me hard. Make me forget everything.” How could he say no? He’d do whatever it took to remove the stains from her life and give her everything she wanted this time around.

“Always.” He settled between her thighs and this time, when he pushed into her, he groaned. “I could stay inside you for the rest of my life.”

She cradled him to her as he moved. His thrusts were measured, perfect for prolonging their climaxes while also enjoying the feel of her body. Jake took her nipple into his mouth once more, sucking and biting the hard point. Her cries and moans were a balm to his tattered soul. This was where he belonged. Ginger was his, and this time, he wouldn’t let go.

Or fuck up.

Jake rolled them, so she sat astride him. With each rock of her hips, he met her with a thrust of his own. She arched her back, pushing those lush tits of hers closer to his mouth, tempting him. Like the ravenous man he was for her, he sat up, taking what she offered him. Grabbing her hips to guide her over him, Jake feasted on her breasts while sinking into the sensations of her snug pussy quivering around him with each pull of his mouth. The combination of his cum with her juices running down his balls was erotic as fuck. He wanted to burn each second into his memory, so he’d never forget the moment.

“I missed you,” he whispered. “Every fucking day. I was such a fucking idiot.” His confession was probably ill-timed considering he was balls deep inside Ginger, but she needed to know. She had to understand how much he still loved her and how much he could never apologize enough for destroying their life together. “Please tell me you’ll forgive me, baby. Put this old man out of his misery.”

She trembled in his arms while her pussy tightened around him. “Stop talking, Jake. Make me cum.” God, she was so fucking bossy. He liked that the most.

“Like this?” He pressed his thumb to her soaked clit and manipulated the bundle of nerves. Her gasp and whine of bliss turned him on. “That’s right, get off on my cock, Ginger. I want to feel your cum coating my dick and balls.”

She gasped. “Jake!”

“Uh huh,” he muttered. “That’s it, girl. Keep going. Fuck me.”

She rode him hard and fast. The twitch and flutter of her cunt pushed him toward the edge of oblivion and still he kept at her. He alternated between pinching her nipples and tasting her flesh. He left his mark on her neck and on the curve of each breast and when she cried out, milking his cock for all she was worth, he gave over to the pleasure, groaning into the curve of her throat as he found his release deep within her. She sagged against him, wrapping her arms around his neck while she caught her breath. The wetness he felt against his cheek had him pulling back. Had he hurt her? Had he forced her to do something she didn’t want?

“Ginger?” His voice was hoarse, clogged by the emotional knot sitting in his throat.

“I’m okay,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “I’m okay.”

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