Page 222 of Entangled

“Don’t letanyonefuck your ass without lube. Do you have any fucking clue how much that will hurt? I almost tore you open. I?—”

“I love you.” My open, needy words cut him off mid-tirade, and he takes a shuddery breath, that uncertain look coming over his face again.

“I love you.” I kiss his lips, his jaw, anywhere I can reach. “I lo?—”

He captures my mouth, swallowing the sound. He kisses me again in that slow, vulnerable, deeply un-Jayk way.

He begins to lift my dress up, tugging it up over my breasts until they fall free and he’s lifted it over my head. Suddenly, I’m naked on his lap in the middle of the forest. He stares at me like he’s never seen my body before. Like he doesn’t know every curve and dip and taste by now. He stares at me like he’s praying.

My nipples harden further in the cool air, but he’s so scorching hot that I hardly feel it.

He eases me off him, then stands, not taking his eyes off me as his hands move to the buttons on his shirt. His unpracticed fingers fumble over them, and he scowls.

Shivering with need and smiling at his consternation, I come over to help. When my hands come over his, he pauses, swallowing, then lets them fall. I unfasten each button without a word, and he watches me undress him with intense eyes and unsteady breaths.

When his shirt falls open, I step into his warmth and press a biting kiss to his chest.

His breath hisses out, his cock twitching at the contact, and with more urgency, he tugs off his shirt.

To my surprise, he studiously lays it on the ground, growling in irritation when the arms don’t fall flat. He gives up and looks over at me.

“Lie back on that.”

I bite the inside of my lip hard to stop from smiling at him as my chest fills with sweet, laughing amusement. On a normal day, Jayk pulls my hair, bites me, slaps my cheeks, calls me name after name, he throws me where he wants me. But he still gives me pillows to kneel on. Shirts to lie on.

I must not hide my laughter well enough, because his eyes narrow on me anyway, and quicker than I can blink, he’s grabbed me and is swinging me up over his shoulder. He stalks back over to the nest he’s made, and in seconds he has me dumped on my back.

Jayk comes down over the top of me, and his next kiss has more bite to it.

He pulls back just enough to murmur against my lips, his eyes deliciously warning. “Laugh at me again, sugar, and we’ll revisit me playing nice.”

His chest brushes over my nipples, and I arch up into him, running my hands greedily up his arms.

But I can’t stop my smile. “I love yo?—”

Jayk claims my mouth for another one of those strange, lovely kisses. Then he’s yanking my legs up, pressing my knees to my shoulders. I’m folded in two like this, everything wide open and exposed, and I feel the breeze brushing over my wet pussy.

He breaks the kiss, and his eyes linger on mine, full of things I don’t think he really understands. “Keep your legs open.”

Jayk drops a sucking kiss against my chest, between my breasts, then works his way down my body. When he sees the mess Beau and Lucky made of my pussy, he pulls back and slaps it, sneering a little.

I jerk hard, a shocked moan escaping me at his roughness after all the gentle touches, but he doesn’t linger. His mouth moves to my thigh, more punishing now, and then those sucking, biting kisses move over my ass cheek.

I start to shake as his hands pull me open again.

Oh, God. He’s staring directly at me. I don’t know how I ended up here, naked and spread wide, anointed by two men’s cum and praying for a third, but I’m so glad I did. I wait for his fingers to spear me, but that’s not what I’m given.

Jaykob’s hot, wet mouth closes over my tight hole with that same sucking kiss. I gasp, squealing and shocked to my core, as he clamps his mouth over me andlicks. He savors the sensitive, forbidden crease, exploring me, getting me thoroughly wet.

This is more than any plug. More, even, than his cock. I only thought he’d tasted me everywhere before.

Apparently, I was very, very wrong.

When he buries his face deeper between my cheeks and begins to tongue me in earnest, my squeal becomes a raw, unfiltered moan. It feels too good. Unexpected and obscene. He’s soaking me in his spit, and it drips all around my ass. Jayk works his tongue around, and then into my now-slick hole like it’s his mission, grunting at the breach, and I’m shaking hard with sharp, unholy need.

“Jayk. Oh, Jayk, Jayk, Jayk.”

With one hand, he begins to rub my clit, and it’s sensitive to the point of pain, and his mouth is so overwhelming, so illicit and perfect that it only makes me cry out, that desperate urge to come rising sharply again. His hands disappear for a moment, and I hear the click of the lube bottle, and then a slick, wet squirt.

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