Page 50 of Soldier, Tailor, Spy

She’d ached for this.

Ginger dug her nails into the back of Jake’s thighs, clinging to him for purchase as he took over, directing her over his erection. His legs trembled. His breath came in harsh pants. On every other pump of his hips, his cock twitched. She knew he wouldn’t last much longer. She eagerly lapped at the sensitive underside of his cock before taking his sac into her hand, kneading his heavy balls. He made a pained sound. His hips stuttered before he shoved deep.

“Gonna come,” he groaned. “Keep tugging and sucking.” His hands went to either side of her head while he fucked her face. “Fuck. So good.”

The first spurt of his release surprised her. She fervently lapped it up and sucked him harder, demanding more of his cum. Jake tensed above her, then let out a rough moan as he held her to him, throbbing within her mouth. Greedily, she swallowed him down, not wasting a single drop.

God, she felt like a horny teenager again.

Her panties were ruined. A deep ache took root in her pussy, like an itch she couldn’t scratch, demanding relief she knew only Jake could give her. She should admonish herself for jumping from the frying pan back into the fire, yet she didn’t care. Jake was her ex-husband. Oscar was dead. All Ginger wanted was to feel alive for a change. If that made her some kind of sexual hussy, so be it. She didn’t care about the perceptions of the outside world, especially while hers lay in crumbled ruins at her feet. All she cared about was the man standing above her, trembling as he pushed her hair from her face and stared down at her with such expressive amber eyes, darkened by arousal.

He pulled from her mouth, still semi-hard. His dick bounced as if ready for more. “Close the door, Ginger. We’re not finished here.”

Oh fuck. The rough edge of his voice had tendrils of excitement unfurling within her. She stood on wobbly legs, more so from kneeling in front of him than the alcohol, and did as he asked, locking the door for good measure. Ginger stepped out of the airy dress she wore, since the temperatures were rising as the days grew longer and hotter, allowing the garment to pool at her feet before stepping out. Then she removed her bra and damp panties to stand before him, naked and ready.

“Well?” She arched a brow. “Now what?”

Jake closed the distance between them, ripping his shirt over his head to add to the pile of clothes already on the floor. His body slammed into hers as he grabbed her ass, squeezing the flesh in his palms. “I want to fuck you.” He nuzzled her cheek, his warm breath fanned out across her skin, causing her to shiver in delight. “I want to mount you and make you scream my name. You’ve got me turned inside out, Ginger. Goddammit.”

She moaned. Pinpricks of pleasure skirted across her skin. “Stop talking, Jake, and fuck me. I need you.”

He spun them around, pressing her to the desk, so her ass sat just on the edge of the hardwood. Jake licked his lips as he grabbed the chair behind him, the one Ginger had been sitting on not too long ago. “First, I’m hungry.” He rolled the chair closer, spreading her legs. He groaned. “Best pussy ever.”

She cried out with the first swipe of his tongue, her hand automatically going to the back of his head as she held him there. Jake braced her feet on his shoulders, steadying her as he buried his face in her pussy. He was ravenous. He licked and sucked on her clit while toying with her entrance with the tips of his fingers. Each time he stroked her sloppy cunt, he inched his fingers into her. He teased her. Brought her right to the point she could climax at any second, then eased off. He feasted on her. The slurping noises he made drove her insane, pushing her higher until she was a trembling mess, desperate for him to give her what she needed.

Jake traced the shape of her pussy with his tongue while he fingered her, stopping every so often to draw her clit into his mouth and suck on the hard bundle of nerves. She arched to him, riding his face, trying to find release she felt building within her. She begged and pleaded with him; still he took his time. She was going insane. Her breath came in heavy pants. Her body shook with tension coiling deep within her. The incredible sounds he made vibrated through her body as tears slid down her cheeks at the sheer pain and bliss of it all.

When he finally covered her body, relief flooded her, mixing with the anticipation. Jake teased her entrance with the head of his dick, giving a rough chuckle when she whined. He entered her in one stroke and her demand he fuck her, lodged in her throat. She came hard and fast. The flash of white blurring out her vision coupled with the way her pussy pulsed and rippled around, Jake locked her up. She couldn’t make a sound. Couldn’t breathe. She was forced to take the extreme pleasure while Jake rode her through the orgasm.

He grunts and cursed mutterings only added to the sensations crashing through her, prolonging the pleasure. Ginger clung to him. Not wanting it to end, yet knowing they were just starting out. She sighed, holding him close as he rutted and fucked her. The way his body fit to hers, slamming into her over and over as he shook, matched the same ardent need coursing through her. They were unhinged, more so than when they were at the base. This, this was different for them.

Ginger didn’t want to think about it, though. She wanted to sink into the moment. Allow herself to enjoy sex again. To have a willing partner who treasured her gratification as much as their own. Someone who could make her scream. Who could leave her a limp mess of cum and sweat. Someone like Jake. He might not have been able to express his emotions, but he could always show her with his body what exactly he was feeling. Right now, the desperation within him, the same one she’d battled for days being in the same house as him, raged within her as well.

“Give it to me,” she whispered, running her fingers through his hair. “Make all the bad go away.”

He groaned. “You have a way with words, Gingersnap.” He fucked her in hard, persistent thrusts. “This pussy is mine. Always has been.” He bit the junction of her neck and shoulder. The sting added to euphoria spreading through her. “Your little cunt is squeezing me so fucking tight. I’m going to fill you up with my cum until it drips down your thigh, and all you can think about is me being inside of you. No one else.”

Ginger cried out, shaking around him as a renewed burst of arousal shot through her and settled within her vagina. She was soaked. The wet sounds their body made with each thrust turned her on to the point of pain. She hadn’t realized how much she missed this until she had Jake in her bed, or on his desk, as it was. “Please...”

“I’ve missed hearing you beg me,” Jake murmured at the curve of her ear. “I’ve fucking missed you, Ginger.” He pressed a kiss to her temple as his breath hitched. “I’m not letting go this time.”

His pace increased. The delirium whipping around her grew until she was dizzy from their passion. She wanted to believe him. Wanted to believe they could make a second go of their lives together, but she also worried about moving on too fast. The guilt of jumping from one mess to another. Would there be ramifications if she did so? She had to think of her children. She didn’t want to get Fawn’s hopes up. Her daughter loved her father more than her next breath, which was scary. Declan... Ugh, she needed to stop thinking and just feel. Feel him. Sink into each plunge of his dick as it dragged against her sensitive walls until she thought she’d go insane. Maybe she should. Maybe she needed to lose her mind in order to find herself.

Jake pulled back and stared down at her. His amber eyes were wild with lust as he pumped his hips hard and fast. His mouth was parted. Cheeks pink with arousal. He was perfect in every way to her. And, when he finally kissed her, the way he claimed her mouth, the turmoil of doing what she wanted and what was right, disappeared. She sank into him. Gave over to his commanding touch and allowed herself to experience what she missed—her husband.

Her Jake.

Her climax crashed over her, and she screamed into the kiss. Jake swallowed the gasping sound as he fucked her through the best release she’d had in a long time, then stilled within her, releasing a shout of bliss. The wet warmth of his release filled her as he held her close. Each ragged exhale they shared settled another piece of her. She was safe in Jake’s arms. Always had been. Remembering that, however, would take time for both of them. Later, she’d consider that. When she was alone with her thoughts, and didn’t have to face him like she was now.

He kissed her again before easing back into the chair, bringing her with him. A soft huff of laughter fell from him, and she couldn’t help but join him. As tipsy as she was, she sobered, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh, Jake.”

He nuzzled her neck. “Shh... Not right now. Later we’ll talk.” He exhaled a shuddered breath. “Just know I never stopped loving you, Ginger. Never. If I have to spend the rest of my life apologizing and making up all of my grave decisions to you and the kids, I will.”

“Stop it,” she whispered. “Stop saying foolish stuff. We should enjoy this for now. We shouldn’t plan for the future. Who knows what might happen?”

He grunted. “You got that right, Gingersnap. Are you better now?” He pressed his lips to her temple. “I know seeing all this shit isn’t easy. I can’t hide it from you either. It’s your life too.”

She nodded. “I have so many questions. So many emotions deep within me wanting to escape. I don’t know what to do or say anymore.”

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