Page 22 of Crave

“Oh God…”

He kisses my stomach, stroking my thighs over and over.

“Please,” I gasp.

He slowly spreads my pussy open, gliding his thumbs along my outer lips, until I’m ready to scream.

“Now, Jake.”

One finger teases the sensitive tip of my clit.

“Since when do you have this much patience?”

He lifts his head and grins. “I don’t. But it’s worth it to hear you beg.”

He buries his face in my pussy.

I shriek and bite my fist as he sucks on my clit. A hot tongue pushes against my tight entrance, lapping up my juices. When he fills me with his fingers, I slide my hands into his hair. I try not to make too much noise.

I’m so aroused, and he’s so good, that my excitement builds fast. I rush closer and closer to the peak. His fingers press hard against my G-spot, twisting and fucking. His soft tongue licks my clit relentlessly, over and over, until I come with a gasp, shoving my pussy into his face.

He doesn’t let go. Doesn’t stop licking me through my spasms of pleasure. Not until I sigh his name and drop back against the table.

As I fall, he straightens. He gazes down at me, looking very pleased with himself. His lips are glazed with my juices.

“I can’t decide,” he says softly, resting his palms on my legs to keep them open, “whether to fuck you face-to-face, or take you on your hands and knees. I’ve thought about it both ways.”

“Why choose?”

“I like the way you think, Ella. Scoot to the edge of the table.”

My skin is damp with sweat. I wriggle across the table until my ass is on the edge. God, we’re outside, we’re in his backyard, someone could walk out here any second…

Then he pulls my ass up against his crotch, squeezing the softness in his hands, and I forget about thinking. The tip of his cock presses against my pussy, broad and determined, and I let out a gasp when he penetrates my wetness.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Ella…”

He sinks into me, working his way little by little. I reach up to clutch his sculpted shoulders. I’m tight, but so slick that soon he’s fully buried in my cunt. He leans his weight against me, his muscles flexed, his hands braced on the table.

As exciting as it is to take him inside me, it’s the way he says my name, the look in his blue eyes as they lock on mine, that drive me crazy.

“Jake.” His name spills out. I press my forehead to his arm, and he growls.

“Look at me while I fuck you.”

I obey. I’m in his hands and I love it. I love the thrill of naughtiness from taking Jake inside me. I love that the tables are turned after all these years. I love letting him call the shots.

He thrusts hard, drinking in my gasps and cries like he’s been starving for them. The only sounds he’s been wanting to hear. It’s sharp and sweet and good and I squeeze down on his thick cock, wanting his release…

He pulls out, panting.

“Get up.”

I push myself unsteadily to a sitting position, grab the hand he offers, and climb off the table. Naked, pulsing, giddily aroused.

“Turn around. Hands on the table.”

His orders are clipped, like he can barely find the words right now. I do as he says.

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