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“You might have to take charge,” he says, “but I’m more than okay with that.”
Mag shifts so he has both hands free. I help him pull my shirt off, nipples already at attention.
“I’m so fucking hard for you.” He strokes his fingers down one nipple, and I hold my breath as sensations throb straight to my core. He pushes a finger inside my pussy again. Thankfully, his joggers are kicked off, so all I need to do is cup his cock to prove his statement. His hips jerk forward, stroking right into my palm.
I take my hand away only to pull his shirt over his head and then our hands are back on one another’s bodies, igniting the embers between us. His thumb plays over my peaked nipple until I’m riding over his hand. I free his cock from his boxer briefs. Wrapping my fingers around the base, I stroke him.
“I blocked out what happened between us in K’s suite because I wanted this, Kyla. Only this. What can I do to make you come right now?”
My fingers tighten over his cock. Oh Jesus. “Your tongue on my clit,” I breathe. Magnum’s silent, raw possession between my legs sounds like heaven right now.
He doesn’t waste time after I’ve made my request. He maneuvers down the couch, moving my leg around his body until he’s poised in front of me. He works his finger inside, locks gazes with me, and then darts his tongue out to an explosion of pleasure. I rock into his face. His scruff teases my pussy, and I don’t look away from the friction between us.
“I just wanted this one moment,” he breathes before moving back in, the tip of his tongue parting my folds until he teases my nub over and over.
“Jacob.” My toes curl, a warning that I’m so close.
He removes his finger, gripping my hips and pulling me toward him. The strokes of his tongue are relentless, working me up expertly until I hit the pleasure threshold and crack right through it.
I cry out, my fingers gripping the leather couch as I come into his mouth.
He pulls away, his hazel-green eyes almost predatory. He gets to his feet and then scoops me in his arms. The movement takes my breath away, but then I remember what we’ve been through in the last day. “Jacob! You were shot!”
He takes me to his room, edging the door open with his foot. He lays me down on the bed and pulls my joggers all the way off before removing his boxers fully. The bandage is a stark reminder of what he went through earlier, but it doesn’t stop him. He crawls over me, parting my legs before sliding his cock into my folds right to the hilt.
Pausing once inside, he breathes through his nose. “How did I ever stop the first time? Fuck, Kyla.”
“Don’t stop this time,” I beg, reaching for his hips to pull him closer. I avoid his bandage, sliding my fingers around to his ass instead. He pumps inside me with slow, sure strokes. His chest muscles ripple in my face until I’m practically hypnotized.
This feels different than last time. Nothing is rushed or hurried. I’m not worrying about Johnny or racing to my orgasm. I’m enjoying being in his strong arms, watching the different emotions play all over his face. He once told me he hadn’t been with a woman in a while, but I wouldn’t know it. He hasn’t lost a step in this department. Or maybe when it’s right, it’s just right. The chemistry and tension we’ve worked up together over these past months finally coming to a desperate stop.
He lowers himself to sweep his tongue inside my mouth. I taste myself on him, burying my fingers at the nape of his neck, not allowing him to move. I’ve had the least amount of time with Jacob, and we have some serious making up to do.
“I’m not going to be able to get enough now,” he moans. “I’ll be like a love-sick teenager.”
“Why do I think teenage Jacob is exactly like mature Jacob?”
He grins and slams inside me. My mouth opens in a silent scream. He continues his assault, knowing exactly where to touch me. “Experience is a good thing.”
“Experience…and a big dick,” I pant, noticing the way he’s stretching me.
He pulls partly out, leaving the head inside while he teases me. “This cock right here? You want it?”
I groan a yes, and he slams inside me again. The bed knocks against the wall behind our heads.
Pulling out again, he gives me teasing strokes that fire me up. He does it until I’m begging him to plunge deep inside. When he finally gives it to me, I wrap my legs around his waist so he can’t get away again.
He smirks. “You fight dirty.”
“You’re a tease,” I tell him before pulling him down to kiss me. Our tongues and lips tangle in heady moans before he’s pumping inside me with intent. A cute look of concentration crosses his face, which I only notice for a moment until he starts grinding against my core. Heat swamps me like a raging fire, tightening my insides. “Oh, Jacob.”
He drops his forehead to mine, keeping the same rhythm. Perspiration dots his brow.
“Are you okay?” I ask, worried that we’ve taken it too far.
“Just come with me,” he says, straining against me. “I want to feel you at the same time.”
I move my hips in time with his. If the trembling of his body is evidence, he’s holding back for me. Meeting him stroke for stroke, I chase another orgasm at the hands of Magnum, but this time with his cock instead of his tongue. It’s not difficult to find the moment of bliss where you know nothing’s going to stop you from toppling over the edge. I sink my nails into his ass as I start to shake. “Mmm, yes, Jacob.”