Page 20 of Off-Limits

By the time they're finally sliding down my legs, I'm a squirming, panting mess, completely at his mercy. And he knows it too, if the satisfied look on his face is any indication.

"Oh God," I gasp as he tosses them aside and settles himself between my thighs again, the heat of him burning against my center. "I thought you'd already… taken them off."

He grins wickedly at me, pressing a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "Where's the fun in that?"

Before I can respond, he crashes his lips into mine, his tongue sliding against mine as one hand reaches between us, guiding himself to my entrance. I moan into his mouth, arching my back to meet him, desperate to feel more of him.

Jake breaks away from our kiss, trailing a path of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck, my chest, pausing briefly to lavish attention on each nipple until I'm writhing beneath him. But he's far from done with his 'exploration'.

He continues his descent, kissing and licking his way down my stomach, dipping his tongue into my belly button and making me giggle-squirm. Then, he pauses just above where I want him most, looking up at me with those damn curious eyes that seem to see right through me.

"Jake," I beg, feeling how difficult it is to speak in that moment.

A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face, and before I can say another word, he descends upon me like a starving man. His tongue flicks out, parting my folds and finding my clit without any hesitation.

"Oh fuck," I cry out, my hands flying to his hair as my back bows off the bed. The sensation is intense—too much, yet not enough all at once—and I can't help but grind against him, seeking more pressure, more friction, and just more of everything else.

He grips my hips tightly, holding me in place as he feasts on me like a man possessed. His tongue swirls and flicks and licks, alternating between long, languid strokes and quick, teasing licks that have me panting and gasping for breath. He knows exactly what he's doing, pushing me higher and higher with each passing second.

When he slides two fingers inside me, curling them upward to stroke that magical spot, I think I might actually pass out from the pleasure of it all. My vision goes white around the edges, and my entire body feels like it's buzzing with electricity.

"Jake," I moan, my grip on his hair tightening as I ride his face shamelessly. "I'm… I'm close." Too close, I think. I don't think I can hold on for much longer.

He doesn't let up, if anything, he doubles down, adding another finger and sucking hard on my clit until the world around me shatters into a thousand tiny pieces.

I come undone with a scream, my body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. And Jake—oh God, Jake—he's right there with me, his tongue lapping up every drop of evidence of my pleasure as I grind myself against him, riding out the most intense orgasm of my life. It's as if I haven't climaxed in years, just saving myself for this one singular moment.

When I finally come back to myself, boneless and panting, I find Jake looking up at me with a satisfied smirk. His face is glistening—with me—and the sight of it sends another jolt of arousal through me.

"Do you want it too? You should taste yourself now," he says, his voice rough as he brings one hand up to his mouth and sucks my juices off his fingers. I watch him, transfixed by the pure carnal desire on his face as he cleans them one by one.

Holy shit. This is Jake? The man who was so adamant about keeping his promise to Ryan? Where did this sexy beast come from? It's always been there, I think to myself. He just didn't want to show it to me until now, afraid of what might happen.

"Come here," I say. He crawls slowly up my body, pressing hot kisses along the way until he reaches my mouth.

I can taste myself on him—salty and sweet—and it's surprisingly erotic, making my pussy clench with renewed need.

"You're fucking delicious, Mia," he murmurs against my lips.

The taste of myself on Jake's lips is heady, and it ignites a fresh wave of desire within me. I can feel him, hard and throbbing against my thigh as we kiss, and I know what I want next.

I push him gently until he's lying on his back beside me, then crawl between his legs, looking up at him with what I hope is a sultry smile. He's slightly surprised. His eyes darken as he watches me, though, anticipating what's about to happen.

"I want you in my mouth," I tell him, licking my lips. "I want to taste you too. It wouldn't be fair otherwise."

He groans, fisting the sheets beneath him as if trying to maintain some semblance of control. But I won't have it. Not tonight. Not after he's shown me this side of himself.

"Fuck," he mutters when I take his length in my hand, stroking him from base to tip before leaning down and flicking my tongue against the head of his cock.

He tastes salty and musky, and I can't get enough. It's impossible to do so. I lick and suck at him like a popsicle on a hot summer day, reveling in the way he moans and bucks beneath me.

"Mia," he gasps as I take him deeper into my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks to create suction. "Jesus Christ."

He's still surprised, isn't he? There's a lot about me he doesn't know.

I can feel his hands tangling in my hair now, guiding me, encouraging me to take more of him. And I do— inch byagonizing inch, until I'm taking almost all of him down my throat.

"Fuck," he groans again when the head of his cock hits the back of my throat and I relax, breathing through my nose as I swallow around him.

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