No sooner had she thought the violent sensations would ease and give her a chance to breathe than the sudden thrust of hard, broad male fingers into the clenching grip of her pussy only pushed her higher.
He stretched her, parted the tissue with pinching heat, with something she could only associate with painful sensuality, and sent another release of brutal sensation tearing through her. Heated, agonizing bursts of explosive release destroyed her.
Her thighs clenched on his hand, each shift of her hips intensifying the sensations sweeping through her. Her cries echoed around her, a sharp, male groan joining them as he worked his fingers against each clench and release of the muscles surrounding him.
Here was where she belonged, where she’d dreamed of being. Right here, in his arms.
* * *
His control was shot.
Jacob knew, the second he felt Sallie’s release spill, hot and silky into his palm, there wasn’t a chance in hell he was going to ever let her go.
She was his.
As he felt the shudders racing through her body slow, the grip of her pussy on his fingers ease, the hunger ripping him apart rushed through his senses like a tidal wave and there was no waiting. He took her to the bed, jerking the tank top over her head, and as her back met the mattress, his hands went to the leggings.
In seconds, he had her naked. Sleek, soft flesh, swollen, hard-tipped breasts and one lush, bare, little pussy glistening with the slick, heavy spill of her release.
Tearing at his shirt as he went between her thighs, he shed the material, pushed her legs apart, and his lips went to the sweet honey waiting him. And the taste of her … Addictive, fucking sweet. Intoxicating.
He was undressed in seconds, one hand gripping the base of his furiously erect shaft as his lips and tongue licked, kissed, consumed the sweet essence of her. This was what he had walked away from six years ago, and if he had even suspected what had awaited him, he could have never walked away.
“Jacob,” she gasped, her cry breathless, filled with wonder, with love.
Slender fingers slid into his hair, tangled in it as her hips arched to him. They rolled, lifted, and lowered to each stroke of his tongue and let the pleasure have her. She let him have her.
He was taking her. Taking it, loving it, by God, owning her pleasure as she owned his.
Pressing her thighs further apart, he pushed his hands beneath her rear, lifted her, and with a groan that was more a growl, sent his tongue tunneling hard and fast inside the sweet sheath and lush promise of ecstasy awaiting him.
* * *
Too much …
Sallie cried out at the fiery pleasure that tore through her, the feel of Jacob’s tongue taking her, pushing inside her … oh God, licking at her inner flesh, destroying her.
She was sure she screamed, if she found enough breath to do so. She was fighting to breathe, to hold on, to anything, as the pleasure began to erupt inside her again. He was consuming her. Not just her flesh, but her senses. With his lips and tongue, he owned her, possessed her in ways she had no idea she could be possessed until she exploded to the hungry thrusts and licks of his tongue.
Dazed, perspiration slickening her flesh, she was only barely aware of him rising, moving between her thighs and coming over her.
“Jacob…” She stared up at him as he lifted her leg and pulled it to his hip.
A second later, a whimper left her lips, the feel of his shaft, iron hot and steel hard, pressing against the entrance to her body, stealing her breath.
Could she take more? Could her senses survive another wave of the brutal pleasure?
“I need you, Sallie,” he groaned, his voice tight with emotion. “For so long I’ve ached for you.”
Gasping, Sallie fought to drag in each breath at the slow, heated penetration of his cock inside her body. Each thrust sent him deeper, built each sensation until pleasure screamed through her senses. Digging her nails into his shoulders, she arched, taking more until he was fully embedded inside her. “Jacob.” She whispered his name, shocked at the broken sound of her own voice.
Nothing mattered in that moment, in all the moments that would come after, but this. This man and the love and pleasure that filled her.
“Ah, baby.” His tone was rough and filled with emotion as he pulled back, his cock stroking sensitized flesh as he nearly pulled free. A grimace pulled at his expression and he pushed deeper a second later, his shaft working deeper inside her. “God. Damn. Sallie, baby…” The harsh, graveled tone was followed by a short, sharp thrust that had her lifting closer with a shattered cry.
Her head thrashed against the mattress as sensation raced through her body.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he crooned as her hips moved, fighting to push him deeper, harder inside her. “Take me. Work that sweet pussy on me just like that. Ah God, Sallie … Baby.”
A hard, driving thrust buried him those final inches inside her. He filled her, overfilled her, the sensations dragging a breathless scream from her as her hands tightened on his arms, feeling the muscles bunch and flex beneath her palms.
“Sweet heaven, Sallie,” he groaned as he came over her, his lips moving to her neck, stroking the sensitive flesh as his hips bunched, his muscles tightening as he pulled back, dragging the flared head of his cock over tender, nerve rich tissue. “So fucking sweet and tight … Fucking you is better than a dream … It’s better than breathing…”
Heat surged through her, lashed at her. The erotic words sank inside her senses and pushed her higher as more of her juices spilled to lubricate his way. Her inner muscles clenched around the retreat, hips arching to hold him inside her.
“Jacob, please…” she whimpered, she begged. “Oh God, please. It’s not enough. Not enough…”
His groan sounded torn from his throat, ragged and in the next second, her pushed inside her harder, faster, burying several inches. He didn’t stop. Each fierce impalement took him deeper, possessed her senses, as well as the unknown emotions beginning to tear through her.
His touch, his lips at her neck, hungry kisses, stinging little nips that she knew would mark her skin later, and she didn’t care.
Her nails bit into his scalp, moved to his shoulders, and she fought to memorize every second of the incredible pleasure he was giving her. She wanted each moment branded into her brain, as vivid as it was now, to take out and remind herself that if only for a brief time once all this was over, Jacob held her.
She was lost in the almost painful ecstasy surging through her, a mix of pleasure and pain so extreme she had no idea how to process it.
As he thrust into her, pushed her deeper into the sensations amassing inside her, she fought just to hold on to enough of herself to survive without him. The pleasure was that extreme, that intense. She wanted it to last forever. To never lose it.
Holding tight to him, her lashes lifted and she stared up him, caught immediately by the savage hunger in his gaze. His eyes held her, locked her to him. Her breathing became harder, tighter, and she swore she felt a part of her open to him as her orgasm caught her so unaware that she had no time to prepare herself for it.
Ecstasy slammed inside her. Her eyes widened, a whimper passing her lips as Jacob’s eyes narrowed and his thrusts increased, pushing her over that final edge and sending her flying.
The explosions of pleasure were cataclysmic, rapturous. Destructive.