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Piper

The bedroom door clicks shut behind us, and I stretch out on the bed, still high on frosting, adrenaline, and the way Jake looked at me all day like he was starving.

I glance up at him, smirking. “So... now that the toddler rodeo’s over,” I say, voice low and teasing, “think it’s time we throw our own private, adults-only afterparty?”

Jake arches a brow, amused. “Yeah? What kind of party do you have in mind?”

I lift my shirt and trail a finger across my bare stomach, watching the way his eyes follow it. “I was thinking maybe I play the bad girl tonight.” I pause just long enough to let it settle, then add, “You punish me. Thoroughly.”

His jaw clenches, eyes darkening fast.

That’s all the invitation he needs.

His eyes are dark, hungry, like they always get when he’s been thinking about this all day. I can feel the heat of him, the weight of his gaze on my breasts, my thighs. His breath is heavy, and I know he’s already hard.

“You’ve been a bad girl today,” he growls, his voice low and rough. I bite my lip, playing along, even though I have no idea what he’s talking about. “Oh yeah? What did I do?” I tease, arching my back slightly, my nipples tightening as the air hits them.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head with one hand. His other hand slides down my stomach, slow and deliberate, like he’s mapping every inch of me. I shiver as his fingers dip into the curls between my legs, already damp. “You know what you did,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing over my clit. I gasp, my hips bucking involuntarily.

“Jake,” I whine, my voice needy. “Please.”

He chuckles, a dark, dirty sound that sends a jolt of desire straight to my core. “Begging already? We’ve barely started.” His fingers press harder, circling my clit, teasing me. I squirm, but he holds me down, his grip firm. “Say it,” he demands. “Say you’ve been a bad girl.”

“I’ve been a bad girl,” I pant, my body thrumming with need. “Now fuck me.”

His eyes flash with approval, and he leans down, his lips brushing against mine. It’s not a kiss—it’s a promise. “Not yet,” he whispers, pulling back. “First, you’re gonna make it up to me.”

I groan in frustration, but he’s already moving, his hand leaving my clit to trail down my thigh. He spreads my legs wide, his fingers digging into my flesh, holding me open. I’m exposed, vulnerable, and it only makes me wetter. “Jake,” I moan, my voice desperate. “Don’t tease me.”

“Too late,” he says with a smirk, leaning down to kiss the inside of my thigh. His breath is hot against my skin, and I shudder as his tongue flicks out, tasting me. “You taste so good,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my pussy. “So fucking sweet.”

I’m already on edge, my body tight with anticipation. I want him to touch me, to lick me, to make me come. But he’s taking his time, his tongue tracing lazy patterns along my folds, never quite hitting the spot I need. “Jake,” I whine, my hands tugging at his hair. “Please, just—”

“Shh,” he cuts me off, his lips pressing against my clit. I gasp, my back arching off the bed as he sucks gently, his tongue flicking against the sensitive bud. “That’s it,” he hums, his voice vibrating through me. “Let me hear you.”

I’m a mess, my body trembling as he works his magic. His tongue is relentless, lapping at me, fucking me with his mouth. I’m close, so close, but he pulls back, leaving me gasping for air. “Not yet,” he says, a wicked grin on his face. “I’m not done with you.”

Before I can protest, he’s pushing my legs back, spreading me wider. I feel his fingers press against my asshole, and I freeze. “Jake, what—”

“Trust me,” he interrupts, his voice firm. His finger circles my tight hole, teasing, before slowly pushing inside. I hiss, my body clenching around him as he fills me. “So tight,” he groans, his thumb brushing over my clit again. “You like that, don’t you? Being stretched open for me?”

I don’t answer, my mind too foggy with pleasure. His finger slides in and out, slow and steady, while his thumb keeps up its relentless rhythm on my clit. I’m a mess, my body strung so tight I feel like I might break. “Jake,” I moan, my voice barely a whisper. “I’m gonna—”

“Come for me,” he commands, his voice sharp. “Come on my finger, you filthy girl.”

His words push me over the edge. My body convulses, my pussy clenching around his finger as I scream his name. My orgasm rips through me, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. I’m shaking, my breath coming in ragged gasps as he slows his movements, letting me ride it out.

When I finally come down, he pulls his finger free, leaning over me again. His eyes are dark with desire, his cock straining against his jeans. “Your turn,” I whisper, reaching for the button of his pants.

He grabs my wrist, stopping me. “Not yet,” he says, his voice gruff. “I’m not done with you.”

I frown, but before I can protest, he’s flipping me onto my stomach, my chest pressing into the mattress. My ass is in the air, and I feel his hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him. “Jake, what are you—”

“Shut up and take it,” he growls, his cock pressing against my entrance. I gasp as he pushes inside, filling me in one slow, deliberate thrust. “Fuck,” he groans, his hands tightening on my hips. “You’re so tight.”

I moan, my head falling forward as he begins to move, his cock sliding in and out of me with a steady rhythm. Each thrust is deep, hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars. “Jake,” I pant, my voice muffled by the pillow. “Harder.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hands dig into my hips, his thrusts becoming rougher, more urgent. The bed creaks beneath us as he fucks me, the sound of our skin slapping together filling the room. “You like that, don’t you?” he growls, his breath hot against my ear. “Being used like this?”

“Yes,” I whimper, my body on fire. “Fuck me, Jake. Please.”

He chuckles, a dark, dirty sound that sends another jolt of desire through me. “Such a dirty girl,” he murmurs, his hand sliding between my legs to find my clit. He pinches it, hard, and I cry out, my walls clenching around his cock. “Come for me again,” he demands. “Right now.”

His words are like a trigger. My body tightens, my orgasm building faster than I can handle. I’m screaming his name, my nails digging into the sheets as I come apart beneath him. He follows, his thrusts stuttering as he fills me with his cum, his groans of pleasure filling my ear.

We collapse in a heap, both of us breathing hard. He rolls off me, pulling me into his arms. I’m still shaking, my body buzzing with the aftermath of our rough, passionate fuck. “You’re amazing,” he murmurs, kissing the top of my head.

I smile, snuggling into his chest. “Not done yet,” I whisper, my hand trailing down his stomach to his softening cock. He chuckles, a lazy, satisfied sound.

“Always so greedy,” he teases, but he doesn’t stop me as I wrap my hand around him, stroking him back to life. His eyes darken again, and I know this is far from over.

The room is heavy with the scent of sex, the air thick with the sounds of our breathing. I can feel his desire building again, his body tensing beneath me. “What now?” I ask, my voice playful.

He doesn’t answer, his hand gripping my hair, pulling me up to meet his lips in a rough, demanding kiss. His tongue invades my mouth, and I moan, my body responding to his even before I know what he wants.

“On your knees,” he commands, his voice harsh. I hesitate for a moment, but his gaze is unwavering, and I know better than to argue. Slowly, I slide off the bed, my knees hitting the floor. I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest.

He’s standing at the edge of the bed, his cock jutting out from his undone pants. He’s hard again, his shaft thick and veins pulsing. “Suck it,” he orders, his voice leaving no room for argument.

I don’t hesitate. I lean forward, my lips wrapping around the head of his cock. He hisses, his hands tangling in my hair as I take him deeper, my tongue swirling around the sensitive tip. “That’s it,” he groans, his hips snapping forward slightly. “Take it all.”

I hollow my cheeks, sucking him down my throat, my nose pressing into his curly hair. He tastes like salt and skin, and I moan around him, the vibration making him shudder. “Fuck, Piper,” he pants, his hands tightening in my hair. “You’re gonna make me come.”

I pull off, my lips sliding up his shaft as I look up at him. “Not yet,” I tease, my tongue flicking over the head of his cock. His eyes are hooded, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Tease,” he growls, but he doesn’t stop me as I take him back into my mouth, my hands gripping his thighs for leverage. I bob my head, my lips sliding up and down his length, my tongue tracing every vein, every ridge.

He’s close, I can tell. His breath is coming in short gasps, his hips thrusting into my mouth. “Piper,” he warns, his voice tight. “I’m—”

“Come for me,” I interrupt, my lips brushing against his tip. “Fill my mouth.”

His control snaps. He groans, his hands gripping my head as he thrusts deep, his cock pulsing as he empties himself down my throat. I swallow, my lips sealed around him, milking every drop from him.

When he’s done, he pulls out, his body sagging with exhaustion. I stand, my lips swollen, my body still buzzing with desire. “Not done yet,” I whisper, my hand trailing up his chest.

He chuckles, a lazy, satisfied sound. “Always so greedy,” he teases, pulling me into his arms. I smile, snuggling into his chest, the warmth of his skin against mine comforting.

But as his lips brush against my forehead, I feel his hands move, his fingers trailing down my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

The room is quiet, the only sound our breathing, heavy and ragged. I can feel his desire building again, his body tensing beneath me. “What now?” I ask, my voice playful, my heart pounding with anticipation.

He doesn’t answer, his lips curving into a wicked smile. And I know, as his hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him, that this is just the beginning.