Page 80 of Take Me Home

“That’d be an actual dream come true,” I said, beaming down at her. I grabbed her middle and flipped onto my back, admiring the view of my favorite girl in all her glory.

“Is this how you imagined it?” she asked, breathless.

“So much better. You’re my dream girl.” I shook my head in disbelief. “You?”

“It’s unreal,” she said, smirking down at me. She closed her eyes as she sped up her motions.

“You’re so fucking pretty riding me, baby.” She got in the zone, chasing her edge. I gripped her hips and used them like a paintbrush over me, her needy nerves getting friction on my pubic bone. I sent my hands up and down her spine, settling on her ample ass.

“God, your ass. Unbelievable,” I bit out through clenched teeth, sinking my fingers into her flesh.

She looked at me with hooded eyes. “You wanna make me feel good?”

“Yes, anything,” I said quickly. She could have asked me to lick her feet after walking through mud and I’d have done it. But the request I got was so much better than that.

“Spank me.”

I groaned, afraid I might go too soon. “Oh, little deer,” I growled. “You keep getting more perfect.”

I raised up and slapped my palm into her ass with a loud smack, her head jerking back with a cry. I matched her thrusts from below, eager to give her anything and everything she wanted. She asked for another and I gladly gave it to her, this time pulling on the hair that draped down her back to keep her throat exposed. She gasped and sighed, running a hand up to her breast and teasing her nipple.

“You like that? You like being a little rough with me?” she taunted.

“I love it all,” I grunted out. “I need you so bad. You’re gonna be the end of me. Anything you like, babe, it’s yours. I’m yours.”

I released her hair from my fist so she could look at me. I needed to see her eyes. I found a mix of sheer vulnerability and bare desire there. Our sex was simultaneously rough and passionate, heated and tender, spiritual and primal.

“I need you close,” I rasped. “I need all of you.” I sat up and shifted us toward the head of the bed, our position like we’d been in the truck the night before.

“You have me, baby,” she promised. “All of me.” Our bodies were so close: my arms around her back, her tits in my face, her delicate arms draped over my shoulders with her legs folded beside my hips.

“Jake, I’m going to…” she trailed off as I worked her in my lap.

“I know, baby. Me, too. Come with me. I need to hear you again. I want to feel you come on me,” I begged, pulling her nipple into my mouth and reaching between us to press my thumb on her clit. She got louder, pushing herself into my hand and grinding on me furiously. “You can do it, baby. Just like that. I know you can come for me again.”

My name came out as a desperate cry. A jolt of pain rushed through my shoulder as she briefly sank her teeth into it, like she was so overwhelmed she needed something to bite down on. She released me and that’s when I felt her go off, watching her gorgeous face as her pussy clamped around me. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in my life. There was magic in making Darcy come. She gave a few more thrusts until I was right behind her, grasping her body close to mine as I burst into the condom. I shouted her name so loud I even surprised myself, a summer full of pent-up desire spilling out of me. I didn’t realize I’d been saying her name over and over until I was whispering it like a prayer.

I buried my face in her chest, kissing wherever I could reach before flopping back on the mattress. Darcy caught her breath above me, winking as she squeezed my dick again from the inside. Her finger traced lazy shapes on my chest.

“Not bad, huh?” she teased.

I laughed and gripped her flushed cheeks between my hands for emphasis. “You are fucking perfect, Darcy Rossetti. I figured our sex would be hot. Just the way you look at me turns me on.”

Darcy smiled and tapped my nose. “Well, I’m pretty into you. I look at you with intention.”

She blushed after saying that. It was adorable to me that she had anything to be embarrassed about after we’d just fucked each other’s brains out. I stroked her hot cheek with my finger.

“You don’t have to be shy, baby. I’m crazy about you. Couldn’t hide it if I tried.”

Her blush went a deeper red, but her smile widened, eyes sparkling.

“So I’ve gotta say, I didn’t expect you to have such a mouth on you,” Darcy said.

“Oh yeah? What surprised you? What it did or what it said?”

She tipped her head to the side, weighing that question. “Well, both. But I really didn’t expect you to be such a dirty talker.”

I smirked. “When I like something, I can’t shut up about it. If you need me to tone it down—”

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