I can’t take it any longer. My pussy clenches, and suddenly, I’m coming, and I moan deeply into his mouth. Jake holds me close as my body trembles, shaking over him as I ride out the waves of my orgasm, finally collapsing against his chiseled chest, gasping. “Holy fuck.”
Jake pulls his fingers out of me, bringing them up to his lips, licking and sucking them clean. He growls, pushing me down until my pussy rubs over the bulge in his pants, and a fresh wave of heat fills my body. “Get on your knees, Angel.”
“Fuck me, Jake,” I beg. “Please, fill me. I need it so fucking badly.”
I slide off him, getting on my hands and knees as he slides off the bed. I hear the soft sound of his pants zipper sliding down and he steps out of them, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I hear the crinkle of Jake tearing open a condom and sliding it on, filling me with anticipation. My panties are soaked, and he pulls them to the side again, lifting my skirt and rubbing the head of his cock between my pussy lips, the huge, steely hard tool leaving me breathless.
“We’re going to heaven together, Angel,” Jake growls, smacking my left ass cheek with his hand as he slides his cock into me. I can’t hold back my cry of joy and pleasure as his cock stretches me open, my pussy clenching around him with every glorious inch that disappears inside me.
Jake growls as his hips meet my ass, and I gasp as he smacks my ass again. Without giving me any chance to adjust, he pulls back and thrusts again. His hips slam into me, and I’m left breathless as he starts fucking me harder, his throbbing cock plunging in and out of me as he takes me. There’s no pause, no mercy in his body as he fucks me with everything he’s got.
I’m overloaded, my brain exploding in pleasure as Jake sends jolts up my body. I can’t make any noise. I’m left a raw, sex-crazed animal as he hammers my pussy, my body shaking with every intense, long stroke of his cock in and out of me. I’ve never experienced something like this before, and I love it. I thought last time was good, but this . . . oh, fuck, I can’t live without this anymore.
Jake grunts, grabbing my hair and pulling me back into him as he speeds up. “Now you know you’re mine, Roxy. I’m gonna have you every fucking night if I want, and you’re going to give it to me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I moan, my eyes losing focus. All I can feel is the pounding of my heart in my chest and the pounding of Jake’s cock in my body. Everything else disappears, and I’m left in a world of pleasure. I squeeze his cock with everything I have, clawing at the bed to try and give him what he’s giving me, but it’s useless. I can’t resist. His powerful muscles drive his perfect cock so deeply into me that I can feel him reach places I’ve never thought possible.
Jake pulls me up, kissing and biting my neck as his hips pound me harder and harder, his hands reaching around to squeeze my breasts, pinching my nipples. My mind goes, and I can’t feel anything except the white hot pleasure of what he’s giving me. I’m not even sure I’m breathing. All I can feel is what he’s doing to my body.
Time loses all meaning. I’m left shaking and unable to do anything as I feel his cock drive into me deeply, again and again. I can feel him swell, his cock is throbbing hot and deep inside me, and suddenly, he’s coming, driving me insane with primal fulfillment and pounding the last sparks of consciousness out of me. I’m coming too, so hard that black stars bloom in front of my eyes as our bodies, slick with sweat, hot with passion, come together, and I know that I can’t be without him.
I don’t know if I passed out or not. All I know is that the next thing I’m aware of, we’re in bed, Jake spooned behind me, his cock still inside me but softening. His arms are wrapped around me, and I unconsciously reach up to stroke his forearm.
“That was intense,” he says.
“It was perfect,” I reply, sighing happily. I snuggle against him, and as he pulls me close, I realize something. It’s not just the sex I need . . . I’m starting to need him too. I’m starting to care about Jake.
A lot.
I blink, waking up. Jake’s still asleep, and I turn over, just watching him. At some point, we’ve stripped naked, and I take a moment to admire him in the soft light in the room. He’s got long, almost sensitive lashes. I know women who’d kill to have lashes like Jake’s. But his face is powerful, with a strong jawline and chin that leave me with no impression of him being weak. I reach out, tracing the thick swell of his chest muscles, down to the chiseled ridges of his abs.
He’s a moving, breathing, speaking human sculpture, a Michelangelo in the flesh. Best of all, I realize he’s done so much for me. Tonight, I felt more alive than I have in years. The club, the crowd, it was like I woke up from a long nightmare and found out that I’m not from Kansas. I’m from Oz itself.
And then, afterward, the way he took me. We’ve had sex twice, and each time, my body’s been left shaking with the intensity of how hard I’ve come. But both times have been different. The first time was mutual, almost tender in some ways. Tonight, he was powerful, conquering, taking me and making me his woman, and I loved it just as much.
But he’s done all of this . . . for me. No wonder I’m getting feelings for him. He’s done all of this for me simply because he believes in me. For the first time in my life, someone is reaching out, doing something for me out of a genuine desire to see me happy. He’s called me his angel, but I feel like he’s my guardian angel, descending from the heavens to pluck me out of a life I wasn’t supposed to lead. He’s reminded me of what I am, what I’m meant to be. He reached out and touched me, and in that touch, he’s laid a finger on my heart as well. Scared? Sure, I’m scared. But I’m more scared of not having him.
As I watch him, I hear the song in my head again, the same song I’ve been working on, and in a moment that shakes me to the bone, it all clicks. All the lyrics, all of them in order, the tone that I’ll use, even the notes. I think if I wanted, I could even tell you what each instrument will play, and who I want to play them.
I roll out of bed and see a pen and tablet of paper on the small bedside table. I start writing, my hand flying across the paper as I feel sweat dot my forehead again. I’m gripping the pen so hard my fingers ache, but it’s as intense a pleasure as when Jake was inside me.
“What are you doing?” Jake says softly behind me. He’s woken up. I turn, blinking. God, he’s so handsome. “You’re scribbling like a madwoman.”
“Maybe. I’m writing down how awesome you are,” I reply. I don’t want to tell him the song is about him. Yet. I don’t know if I should reveal how much he’s touched me.
“Really?” Jake asks, smiling. “Can I read it?”
I look down at the papers, and I see I’m missing just the final line. Still . . . “It’s not ready yet. But I promise it will be good.”
Jake sits up, grinning. “Oh, come on. Let me see.”
I toss the pad aside, reaching out and grabbing Jake’s hard cock. I can’t believe he’s so hard again already. I can feel it pulsing in my hands. Jake stops, moaning as I start stroking him, and I tug him to the edge of the bed as I get on my knees. Looking at his cock, I know I want to taste it. I want to give back to him since he’s given to me.
“You’ll see it when it’s ready,” I tease him. “Now, lean back and let your Angel see if she can get a treat out of this big cock.”
Jake