Page 108 of Sugarloaf Ridge Lies

Chapter Thirty-Four

Liv

On my back, naked onthe sheepskin rug by the open fire, anticipation thrums wildly in my veins as I drink in the god of a man before me. Jerry kneels between my legs and places his hands on either side of my head.

“You’re sure?” he asks.

Is he kidding me? He’s baulking now?

I dance my fingers along the V-shaped muscles at his hips and stare deep into his eyes. “A thousand times, yes. I want this, Jerry. I want the whole package.”

A vulnerability casts over his gaze. “The whole train-wreck of a package?”

I bite at his lower lip. “Whatever you want to call it, I want it, ’kay?” When I search between his legs, his hard length jerks in my hand. His body shudders as I slide my fingers down his shaft and cup his balls. They tighten with my touch. “Now. Don’t make me beg.”

He retrieves a condom from nearby and rips it open.

I take the packet from him and toss it aside. “I trust you. I want to feel you.”

His Adam’s apple bobs.

When he slides the swollen head of his cock over my clit and sinks inside me, my eyeballs give up their job and roll into the back of my head.

Little by little, Jerry moves deeper, his slow savouring thrusts heating my blood and liquefying my insides.

“God, you feel incredible.” His stubble to my neck, he bites down on the fleshy part of my ear, sending goosebumps all over. “First time I’ve ever been bare. Jesus, it’s like a whole new level.”

The admission wraps its way around my heart and squeezes tight.I get that first from him.

As if he’s wrestled with the demons of self-doubt, of his lack of self-worth, a different Jerry emerges. His touch is firm, commanding as he worships my body with his hands and his mouth, all the while plunging inside me with a delicious roll of his hips.

I submit, craving everything he has to offer because, no matter what lies ahead, I know Jerry’s heart. He’ll do everything in his power to look out for me and my child.

Our child.

Clawing at his shoulders, I tilt my hips, taking him deeper.

The rhythm of our moving bodies, the grunts and moans of desire, are a melody of our own making.

Jerry pistons his hips faster. I grip my boobs to stop them bouncing.

“Fuck. I can’t hold back,” he grunts. “You touchin’ yourself.” Jerry’s deep brown eyes lock with mine as if he’s beholding the deepest part of my soul and making it his.

With a final thrust, he finds his release.

Strong pulses thump inside me as he comes hard, every muscle in his body growing taught before melting into me. Greedy for more, I rock into him a few more times before submitting to the comfort of the rug.

“That was too damn fast.”

He thinks that was fast?

My hand to his damp chest, his heart thumps rapidly against my palm as he takes in quick shallow breaths. “Don’t judge me. Been waitin’ a long time for this. Gimme five minutes and I promise you’ll get what you need, sugar.”

I may not have reached the highest of highs for our first time, but seeing Jerry unravel, find his release... it’s more than I could ask for.

He’s all mine.

And this is the first of many.

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