Page 12 of Thirst Trap
“I wish I could take this slow,” he says, beginning to rub himself over the top of his briefs. God, that is so sexy. “But I don’t know if I can.”
“Who said I wanted it slow?”
I don’t know where this bold seductress is coming from. Apparently, she also suggests leaving a bar with a man she just met and challenges him during a lap dance.
But I like her. And by the look in Jake’s eye, he likes her too.
Without taking his eyes off me, Jake sheds his boxers, rolls on the condom, then grabs my ankles, pulling me toward him to the end of the bed. I shriek in surprise but am quickly quieted as Jake fills me to the hilt, keeping his promise that this wasn’t going to be slow and easy.
His cock is long and thick and… oh my God, I don’t know what it just did there, but it hit a spot inside me I didn’t know existed.
“More. Jake, I want more.”
Do I want more? Apparently, I do if that’s what I said. Then again, I’ve never been fucked like this in my life. It’s hard and intense and consuming and amazing.
“You want more, sweetness? You sure you can handle that?”
His deep voice combined with his Tennessee twang does something right there to me, and I know that even if this is the only time we do this, I’m never going to forget this night as long as I live.
“Don’t hold back on me, cowboy.”
And he doesn’t. The man starts driving into me like he’s trying to brand himself into my body. It’s fast. It’s furious. It’s a little rough.
It’s everything I never knew I wanted.
“Ah! Jake!”
I’m pretty sure the whole hotel heard me scream, but I don’t care. My orgasm rips through me as Jake follows soon after.
Yup. No matter what happens. I’m never going to forget this night.
Not as long as I’m breathing on this earth.
