The Men with the Golden Cuffs (Masters and Mercenaries #2)(53)

She wasn’t good at this, but suddenly that was okay. Jake would tell her what he wanted. He wouldn’t lie there silently and then complain that she didn’t know what to do. He would talk to her. She leaned forward and licked the drop of fluid. It was salty and tangy and elicited the sweetest groan from his chest.

“That’s right, baby. Lick me. Lick my cock. Get me ready to f*ck your little *. Get the Dom hard so he can make his sub howl.”

She loved the dirty talk. It was almost as arousing as being skin to skin with him. She breathed in the scent of his arousal as she licked her way up his cock. She started at the base, where the stalk met heavy balls. She brought her hand up to cup him, playing and squeezing lightly as she ran her mouth along his dick.

“Suck the head.”

She moved to the cockhead, pulling it into her mouth. She let her tongue find the deep V on the backside of his cock.

“Fuck, yeah, baby. That’s what I want.” His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her in, showing her what he wanted. “Deeper. I want to f*ck your mouth, Serena.”

She relaxed and tried to take him deeper. He filled her, f*cking into her mouth in short strokes. She ran her tongue every way she could.

He pulled out suddenly. “I can’t wait. Fuck it. I can’t wait.”

He stood and shoved his leathers off, tossing them to the side. He took her hand and gathered her to him. He twisted her around so her backside pressed against his front. She gasped when she saw the mirror. It was large and faced the bed. She had noticed it briefly when she’d entered, but now she could see that Jake had been watching. He’d watched as he’d spanked her and as she’d taken his cock in her mouth.

“Look at how pretty you are, baby. Look at those tits.” He cupped them, his thumbs flicking at the nipples.

She looked different. She’d always hated her body, but she seemed to be a different woman. This woman was sexy, wanton, desired. Jake’s hands were large on her body. He towered over her. His hand ran down the length of her torso to her *. There was no way to hide the glistening moisture that coated her femininity. Jake’s fingers slid easily through her labia, parting the petals and forcing her clitoris to poke out of its hood.

“Your * is pretty, too.” His eyes caught hers in the mirror, holding her in his dark gaze.

She was drowning, and she liked it. She pressed her pelvis up, begging him for more. He nipped at her earlobe.

“You’re going to be so hard to handle.” He turned her again, his mouth slamming down on hers. He forced her jaw open, his tongue invading. She wrapped herself around him, hands skimming the hard line of his muscles. He was cut everywhere. And strong. He was so strong. He dominated her with ease and yet his hands could be so gentle. They skimmed her backside, tracing her curves and making her skin light up. He moved her backward, her knees hitting the edge of the bed.

She found herself on her back, looking up at Jake. He stroked his cock. God, it was so big and it would be inside her soon. He reached over to the small dresser and grabbed a condom. He rolled it over his dick.

“Be sure, Serena. I won’t be able to let you go.”

She reached for him.

“I warned you. Don’t you dare say I didn’t warn you.” He climbed on the bed, pushing her back, pressing her legs open. His cock was at the edge of her *. “Take me, Serena. Take me inside.”

She groaned as that big cock began to force its way inside her. She bit her lip. Big. He was so big. His thumb found her clit, pressing against the little button. Pleasure began to swirl in her system combining with the feel of Jake f*cking her in short, easy strokes.

“It’s all right, baby. You’re tight. You’re so f*cking tight, but you were made for me. You were made to take my cock.” His eyes were half opened, head turned down. “Look at it.”

He moved his hand out of the way so she could look down her body and see the place where his cock disappeared into her *. He moved his hips, pulling out almost all the way. She could see the length of his cock, covered in her juices. It was intimate, binding her to him in a way mere sex couldn’t. Jake forced her to be in the moment, to bear witness to her own awakening.

He groaned as he pushed in again, gaining ground with each long thrust. Her knees were spread wide. He wouldn’t accept anything less than her being fully opened and exposed to him. Sex before had been a quick thing. Easy on, easy off. Wham, bam, leave you frustrated ma’am. But this was something completely different. This was something like her fantasies. She could feel Jacob and not just his cock. She was connected to him, meshing into him until she forgot where she ended and he began.

“I want you to come for me.” He pressed deep, locking them together.

Oh, she was so full. He stretched her, but she’d been ready for him. He’d made sure of it. He’d warmed her up with the spanking and played with her. He’d talked dirty and sweet. She accepted him for all that he was.

“Wrap your legs around me. God, Serena, you’re so f*cking tight.”

She loved his weight on top of her. She was deliciously crushed into the mattress. He kissed her, holding himself deep inside, and she took the time to adjust to his size. She wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles together. He drugged her with kisses, grinding his pelvis against hers, lighting up her clit. Over and over he hit it, bringing her close to the edge and then hauling her away. It was maddening, and she tried to move, to force him to f*ck her, but he was too big. She was utterly powerless against his strength.