Page 47 of Don't Game Me
He pushed his finger deeper. Sensation spun her head, silencing any further protests. She watched his head lower, those powerful shoulders wide and taut with tension while kissing her stomach. His fingers left her, and he removed the thong.
Then his fingers returned. Ah, relief. A finger stretched her wider, and he took one leisurely trip with his tongue over her swollen clit. She moaned and bucked to suck his fingers deeper.
Gently, he used his fingers and tongue. With each sweep, stronger and stronger each time his tongue made the journey, she spiraled higher.
“Oh God, Jake—”
“You taste amazing. I can’t wait to be here. To have you around me. I’m feeling selfish. Tell me if you want me to make you come this way, or if you want me inside you.”
“Please,” she whispered. “You inside me.”
He smiled, somehow understanding he’d pushed her to the brink of her comfort with his mouth there.
He removed his fingers and kissed his way back up her body.
“Need you,” he whispered. He retrieved a condom from his nightstand and deftly put it on.
He shifted his thighs between hers. Propping himself upright on one arm, he gently positioned himself. “We need to go slow. You’re tight.”
Her face flushed hot. Oh God, he was so large. Her hand shot to his hip as she gasped. Her body, slick from before, accepted him.
“Becca, it’s what I was afraid of. Too good. Too fucking good.” Inch by inch, he moved inside her, taking possession.
Her eyes widened as he filled her, stretching in a way she’d never experienced. “Jake,” she said desperately. “There’s so much of you.”
He chuckled, a vein popping in his neck. “You’re killing me with stuff like that. Are you doing all right?”
“I don’t know,” she confided.
“I don’t know either. Just tell me if anything’s wrong.”
“You feel so good.” She ran a hand down his chest and around to his back. Her hand lightly tapped his ass.
On a moan, he slid all the way in.
She cried out and arched as pleasure and pain melded.
He leaned in and kissed her deep until she thought she couldn’t breathe. He pulled away. “You have to stop pushing me like that.”
Stop? Her lips tingled after the kiss, and her breasts ached. She could barely think. Yet, there was only one answer. “No.”
“Hmm…” He’d shattered everything she thought she knew about this. He began to move inside her, quickly gaining in pace and strength.
She couldn’t concentrate. Sensations rose in her.
He lifted her thighs. “Wrap your legs around me.”
She obeyed but had to nibble her lower lip to keep from screaming when he slid deeper, shooting off a ripple of sensation. As if he couldn’t resist, he leaned down to taste her lips. He kissed her with slow, thorough possession. His breath shuddered, and his muscles trembled. She stroked her hands down his back, enjoying the feel of his skin and the sheen of sweat on his body.
Nothing had ever been as good as this.
She arched against him, taking everything he had—the strength and power.
Becca slid one hand around front to feel him entering her. He slowed and let her play with him as she touched him.
“Christ, that’s amazing, baby, but I’m not going to last much longer.”
She smiled, impatient to watch him lose control.
