Jake swings into action, grabbing the yogurt from my hand before throwing both in the bin. Taking my hand, he practically yanks me from the spot, dragging me back towards the car. I start laughing so hard I can’t stop.
“I’m going to show you just what I mean when we get home.” I hear a growl, and it sends a certain fire between my legs. My laughter abruptly stops at that point. I want to receive as much as he is willing to give me, take whatever he can throw at me, and let the consequences be damned. I have been dreaming of this moment for far too long, waiting, hoping and praying that I can get a chance to find my happiness with the man I love.
Who I’ve always loved.
We are thundering through the hordes of people, making our way out in the heat of the day. Jake opens the car door and as always the true gentleman, helps me into the car. He gets in himself, fastening his seatbelt, and starts the car at lightning speed.
“Do I not get pounced on when getting into the car then?” I laugh again, but he huffs and turns to face me. He looks pissed all of a sudden.
“I’m barely holding on to any remnants of control I have not to take you in the car right now. And stop laughing!” That just makes me laugh even harder.
He gives me one final heated stare before backing out of the parking space. I’m sure he’s breaking some of the speeding limits, but I make a point to keep quiet and not say anything. With the mood he seems to be in, it’s probably best to not utter a sound.
We arrive home in record time, and Jake impatiently taps the steering wheel as we wait for the garage door to open. I grip my housekey, ready, and my heart starts pounding in my ears as my adrenaline spikes. Jake drives in, and once I know he has stopped, I quickly get out, unlock the door, re-lock the door behind me, and—as quickly as I can—I turn off the alarm before running up the stairs. I can hear Jake bellowing my name, and I try so hard not to laugh as I quickly hide under his bed.
How childish am I?
I hear him running up the stairs, and when I see his feet walking into the bedroom, my breathing hitches.
“I know you’re here, and you better show yourself, or I may not be responsible for my actions. Do you really want to have a red butt from the spanking you will receive if you do not come out of your hiding spot right now?”
I try hard to stop the gasp that escapes my lips, but I’m super-charged on the anticipation.
I see his feet disappear, and my heart beats wildly with adrenaline. Where has he gone? All is quiet—deathly quiet. The only sound I can hear is my own unsteady breathing. I look around, but he’s nowhere in sight. It’s still way too quiet, and I raise my head up as much as I can to see what’s happening. After a while, I think he’s given up—maybe gone downstairs to have some lunch. In fact, I think that’s just what he’s done when I feel a hand on my ankle, making me scream. In one quick tug, I’m yanked from underneath the bed by the force of nature that is Jake. Once out from under, he smacks my bum, and the shock of it sends waves of scorching heat through my veins. With another quick yank, he spins me over, and a look of thunderous hunger greets me from above. His breathing is erratic as he presses himself into me. I feel how hard he is against my groin, and my eyes widen with expectation.
“Don’t you ever run away from me like that again. Now you’re going to see just how angry with you I really am.” My pussy throbs at his words as he leans down to kiss me hard. He trails his hand down to my very wet opening and inserts his finger. “You were not lying about going commando.”
His thumb finds my clit as he moves his finger in and out. I arch my back, feeling the heat scorching through me with rich intensity. His movements are relentless as he rubs the tip of my clit over and over. He trails kisses down my neck and moves his hand towards my nipple before squeezing so delicately. I moan out loud, making Jake smile. With his thumb still rubbing that very sensitive spot, I quickly find myself in blissful agony at the impending orgasm that’s going to rip through me at any moment. He senses that I’m close and stops. I’m so out of breath, and so turned on, that I can’t take it. “Jake, please,” I beg.
Hearing my cries, Jake unbuttons his jeans, yanking ferociously down past his hips. He seems to be in the same impatient hurry as I am. With his jeans positioned down far enough, he pushes deep inside of me. We both let out a gasp. He stays still for a few moments, but I’m practically panting to find my release. I tighten myself around him, trying to get him to move. Jake growls, but it does the trick. It spurs him forward.
“You feel so tight, so good. I really can’t get enough of the feeling of me inside of you.” He presses his lips to mine and starts hammering into me. I’m letting out sounds that I’ve never heard from my mouth before. I’m climbing and climbing, and my whole body is on fire at the impending orgasm that I know will rip me apart at any moment.
“Are you close? I can feel you getting close.”
I close my eyes as I feel the sensations tingle through me. “Yes, I’m right there.”
He moves his hips in a circular motion, making the sensation against my clit too much to take. “Now, Ana! Come for me.”
Right on his command, I let go, screaming his name. The orgasm ripples through me from the hairs on my head to the tips of my toes. I have never felt orgasms like the ones I have with Jake. They are intense, magical … beautiful. I’m still feeling the effects of the climax as my pussy tightens around Jake. Before long, he starts making the most guttural noises as he races to find his own release.
“Fuck, Ana!” he screams.
He collapses on top of me as we each try to catch our breath after the intensity of such aggressive, animalistic sex.
After a while, Jake finally pulls himself up to look at me. “See, I can’t even take enough time to undress you and take you to my bed. I see you on the floor and that’s where I have to have you. Are you okay? I haven’t hurt you, have I?” He pushes himself off me and holds out his hand to help me up.
I take a hold of his hand and smile. “No, and if it’s going to feel like that all the time, then you can take me on top of a garbage dump for all I care.”
He laughs a throaty, sexy laugh. “Well, I think I may draw the line there, but I aim to please. At least this time you didn’t have any panties on. They would definitely have been ripped from you too.” As he pulls me up, he places me into his waiting arms and wraps them tightly around me. I bury my head in his chest and inhale his scent. It’s the same sexy, beautiful, sweet Jake smell that I love so much.
“I love the smell of me on you. You’re mine. No one else’s.”
I close my eyes and sigh. “All yours.”
15
After jumping in the shower—while Jake is downstairs making a late lunch—I walk through to my room to find something else to wear. As I’m looking, I glance up, seeing my reflection in the mirror. I’m smiling. Like, really smiling. Like, over-the-top, ecstatic smiling.
I have never been as happy or content as I am at this very moment. With an even bigger grin, I sit on the bed, and I’m in the middle of towel drying my hair when I notice something in the corner of my eye. I twist my body round to see, and on my pillow is a note. With a frown, I pick it up and read: