Page 7 of The Pilot’s Good Girl (Praise Me Like Fire #3)

Ruby

My heart skips at his words.

Not from panic or fear, but from excitement. Because I do want more.

He slides his hand between my thighs, his finger skimming the sensitive bud between my folds. I shiver, a soft gasp bursting out of my lips.

“Jake,” I whisper breathlessly. “Please…”

His eyes flare with something dangerous that sends electricity shooting through my bloodstream. “Please what, baby?” he asks darkly, in a voice that makes me shiver.

“Fuck me.”

He growls, pinning me to the bed with that big, hard body of his. His hand goes to my jaw, cupping it, tilting my face so he can look at me fully.

“You’re mine now,” he growls. “Say it.”

A little shiver runs through me at the demand in his voice. He’s so close, so massive, and my heart pounds like it’s trying to crack open my chest.

But I don’t feel afraid. I feel owned . Desired. Worshipped.

“I’m yours, Daddy,” I whisper.

His groan is ragged. Like that word sets him off on a cellular level.

“Fuck, Ruby,” he rasps, leaning down to kiss me, deep and dirty, all tongue and heat and breath. “I’m gonna take such good care of you, baby girl.”

I feel him slide between my thighs, the thick ridge of his cock pressing right where I’m still soaked and swollen from before. He doesn’t push in yet, just lets the weight of it drag up and down my slit, coating himself in my heat.

The pressure makes me moan, my hips arching for more.

Jake smiles against my lips. “Greedy little virgin.”

“I want you,” I pant, clinging to his shoulders. “Please, Jake…”

“No, baby,” he murmurs, nipping at my bottom lip. “You ask Daddy.”

I squirm beneath him, spreading my thighs wider. “Please, Daddy. I want your cock. I want all of you.”

His whole body shudders.

“Jesus,” he mutters, and I feel him line up at my entrance.

He pushes in slowly, inch by agonizing inch, and I gasp, arching against the stretch. He’s thick. Too thick. My body resists him at first, burning in the most overwhelming, delicious way.

“You’re so tight,” he grits out, one hand gripping my thigh, the other fisted in the sheets beside my head. “So fucking tight, baby…almost there…”

He doesn’t stop. Doesn’t rush. He gives me time to adjust, rocking forward gently until he’s buried all the way inside me.

And then he stills.

My nails dig into his back as my body trembles under the weight of him. There’s a deep ache low in my belly, but it’s not bad. It’s full. Intimate. Raw. Like something sacred just passed between us.

“You okay?” he breathes, eyes searching mine.

I nod. “More than okay.”

He groans, and then starts to move. Slowly at first…just the barest roll of his hips, letting me feel every inch of him. The friction is unreal, a slow drag that makes me moan into his mouth as he kisses me again. It’s like he’s trying to memorize my body from the inside out.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” he rasps, his mouth dragging down my neck, sucking at my pulse. “So hot and tight…like your pussy was made for me.”

His words make me clench around him, and he hisses, his hips flexing involuntarily. He starts to move faster, thrusting deeper, harder, until the bed creaks and the clapping sounds of our bodies fill the air.

I wrap my legs around his waist, letting him sink even deeper. Every stroke hits something intense inside me, lighting me up like a match. His name falls from my lips like a chant, and every time I call him Daddy, he fucks me harder, deeper.

“Say it again,” he growls. “Let me hear you.”

“Daddy!” I cry out, arching beneath him. “Please don’t stop…”

“I’m not fucking stopping,” he snarls. “I’m not stopping until you come again. I want to feel this tight little pussy milk my cock.”

The words are so filthy, so raw, but they only turn me on more. I’m shaking, sweating, writhing beneath him. My body’s never felt anything like this. I’m completely overwhelmed, in the best way.

He slips a hand between us, finds my clit, and rubs it hard and fast. I scream.

My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, brutal and sudden, making me cry out as my whole body tightens and explodes around him.

Jake lets out a long string of curse words, holding me down as I convulse beneath him, his hips grinding into mine like he’s chasing his own release.

“You’re mine now,” he growls again, panting against my throat. “Mine forever.”

And then he pulls out, his whole body rigid as he finishes against my stomach, thick hot ropes coating my skin. His eyes are locked on mine the whole time, filled with something feral. Possessive. Beautiful.

He collapses beside me a moment later, pulling me into his chest and wrapping his arms around me like he never plans to let go.

“Was that okay?” he whispers against my temple.

“Okay?” I laugh, breathless and dazed. “That was…incredible.”

He smiles, kissing my hair. “You were incredible.”

I curl into him, my body aching in ways I’ve never known before, but I don’t regret a single second. Because I know now what it feels like to be wanted like this.

Owned. Loved. Worshipped.

And I know it’s just the beginning.

***

The next morning, I wake up tucked against his chest, my head pillowed on his arm with one of his big hands still curled protectively around my waist. His body is hard and warm, and I can feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing against my back.

Memories of last night come rushing back in vivid, electric waves. The way he touched me…looked at me…took me. It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t just losing my virginity. It was like being rewritten from the inside out. Like he reached into places no one had ever been and made them his.

I turn slowly in his arms to face him, careful not to wake him. He’s still out cold, lips parted slightly, his scruffy jaw shadowed with morning stubble. His long lashes rest against his cheek, his dark hair ruffled from my hands digging into it.

God, he’s beautiful.

But it’s more than that. He makes me feel safe. Like I could fall apart in his arms and he’d catch every piece.

I let my fingers brush lightly across his chest, tracing the shape of the ink on his skin—the bird, the initials, the coordinates. The things that anchor him.

I remember what he told me yesterday, the guilt in his eyes when he told me about his friend who didn’t make it. Maybe that’s what draws me to him? I know what it feels like to carry the heavy burden of guilt…

Could that be what this is about? This strange…attraction? It all happened so fast, and I don’t know what it means.

I study his face again, biting my bottom lip as doubt starts to claw at my chest.

Is this just a one-time thing for him? Like a one-night stand…?

Or is this real?

He stirs, the arm around me tightening, and then his eyes flutter open—those gorgeous, storm-blue eyes still sleepy, but instantly softening when they land on me.

“Hey,” he murmurs, voice all rough and gravelly.

“Hi,” I whisper.

He smiles, a slow and lazy stretch of his mouth, and then he shifts onto his side so we’re nose to nose. “I could feel your eyes on me,” he says, brushing his thumb along my cheekbone.

I flush, dropping my gaze. “Maybe.”

“What’s on that pretty mind, baby?”

Before I can answer, he leans in and kisses me. Not deep. Just the softest press of his mouth to mine, like he’s tasting my lips. Then another one on my nose. My jaw. My collarbone.

I giggle, trying to squirm away. “Jake…”

“Hm?” He noses into my neck, kisses the hollow just below my ear. “You were thinking real hard about something.”

“I was trying to,” I say, my breath catching when he trails kisses across my shoulder. “You’re not exactly making it easy.”

“Good,” he mutters against my skin. “Thinking’s overrated.”

His mouth moves back to mine, and this time the kiss lingers, slow and toe-curlingly tender. I melt into it, into him, my heart fluttering stupidly in my chest.

His hand slips around to cup the back of my neck, thumb stroking gently just below my ear. Then he pulls back, and his eyes search mine for a long, heavy moment.

“Lie on your stomach,” he says quietly.

I obey instantly, my heart thrumming with anticipation. He starts to trail his fingers down my spine, slowly. I moan quietly, my body shivering in response.

“What were you thinking about?” he asks, his hands hovering on my spine, just above my butt cheeks.

My breath hitches, my skin tingling with anticipation. I can barely remember my own name right now.

“Uh, nothing…”

He palms my ass, spreading me just a little, and my stomach clenches with nerves.

“You’re such a pretty liar,” he murmurs with a low chuckle, his thumb tracing over the seam between my cheeks.

I tense instinctively, even though I trust him. Especially because I trust him.

“Relax,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the nape of my neck. “Daddy’s just touching. Just playing.”

A flush scorches my cheeks. I’ve never imagined…not there.

But I don’t stop him.

Jake slides his hand under my hips, lifting me slightly until I’m on my knees, chest still against the mattress. Exposed. Utterly his.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his tone reverent. “All wet and swollen, already aching again. And this little hole…” His thumb circles my tightest spot, teasing. “It’s clenching like it wants attention.”

I moan, half in protest, half in desperation.

“You ever touched yourself here, Ruby?” he asks, dark curiosity dripping from every word. “Ever wondered what it’d feel like?”

“N-no…” My voice catches, throat dry.

He groans. “Good girl. First time’s mine, then.”

My entire body clenches, nerves on fire. I should be embarrassed by how turned on I am, how filthy this feels. But with Jake? With his voice low in my ear and his fingers spreading me open?

I want it.

“Use your words,” he commands, fingers pausing. “You want Daddy to touch your pretty little hole?”

I bury my face in the pillow, then nod frantically. “Yes. Please, Daddy. Touch me there.”

Jake lets out a pleased sound. I hear the slick sound of lube—where the hell did he get that? Then his finger returns to my skin, cool and wet now. He circles my hole slowly, maddeningly, letting the sensation settle in.

It’s strange. New. But not bad. Not when it’s him.

“Breathe for me, baby girl,” he says. “Don’t fight it. Just feel.”

He applies gentle pressure, and I suck in a breath as the very tip of his finger slips past that tight ring of muscle. Not deep, just enough to make me whimper.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls. “Like your body’s never even imagined this before.”

I haven’t. But now? I can’t think of anything else.

He strokes my clit with his free hand while his finger continues to tease that forbidden place, slow and deliberate, making me feel wanton. My body doesn’t know where to focus. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Good girl. Let Daddy in.” He pushes a little deeper, inch by slow inch, watching my every reaction. “That’s it. You’re taking me so well.”

I cry out, grinding back against him instinctively. The stretch is strange and perfect. His finger moves inside me with lazy confidence, curling, pressing.

“Do you know what this does to me?” he rasps. “Knowing I’m the first man to touch you like this? That I get to ruin this for anyone else?”

His other hand smacks my ass, sharp, just enough to make me gasp.

“Say it,” he demands. “Say this little hole is mine.”

“It’s yours,” I choke out. “Everything. All of me is yours.”

He rewards me with a growl and a filthy kiss to the small of my back.

Then he starts moving, his finger sliding in and out, his other hand rubbing slow circles on my clit again, dragging me toward the edge like I’m nothing but a toy in his hands.

“You’re gonna come like this,” he tells me, voice hoarse. “With Daddy’s finger in your ass and your pussy soaking my hand. Can you do that, baby girl?”

I can’t answer. I’m too close. Too full. Too fucked.

And then I break. The orgasm crashes into me like a wave, my whole body clenching around his finger, my thighs trembling as I fall apart with a cry that doesn’t sound like it belongs to me.

And then he kneels on the bed, positioning himself behind me, his cock nestling heavily against my asshole. I glance back at him, overwhelmed with pleasure yet already anticipating what’s coming next.

He grabs my waist with one hand, easing himself slowly into my hole with the other. I groan as my muscles stretch painfully to accommodate him. I grind my teeth, bunching the sheet in my hands as a fresh wave of pleasure hits my nerves.

“Oh, Jake…” I sob helplessly.

His grip on my waist tightens as he continues to thrust slowly, until I feel any resistance give way and he’s buried deep inside my ass.

I drop my head, overwhelmed by the painful pleasure of his big cock in my asshole.

Then he starts to move, slowly at first, gradually increasing his pace until he’s slamming into me in long, measured thrusts that have me rocking forward on the bed.

Echoes of my cries bounce off the walls, combined with his throaty groans. At this point, I’ve lost all sense of reality, and it feels like I’m going to pass out at any second from the intensity of pleasure coursing through my body.

Suddenly, Jake stops moving, his body coiling up tightly. Then he lets out a loud, bestial growl, his fingers digging painfully into my skin, his cock pulsing hard and fast as his seed sputters into me.

I drop my head on the bed, breathing hard even as I clench tightly around him and moan with pleasure at the new, filthy sensation.