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“Think we can make it to the bedroom?” he asks, ripping off my shirt.

Giggling, I look down at the tattered garment on the ground and then up to him, his gaze raw.

“I’ll get you another one,” he grunts out as he carries me up the stairs.

I see a picture from our wedding in the stairway and it brings me back. “Remember our wedding night?” I ask breathlessly.

His lips are all over me, sucking and nipping my neck. “Oh yeah,” he groans, pushing me against the wall, thrusting against me. “I don’t even remember how many times I made you come. It was so damn hot.” Even though we’d been tired from the wedding and all the festivities, we’d still made love the entire night.

He lifts my bra and cups my breast in his hand, shifting me up so he can suck my nipple between his teeth. Closing my eyes, I moan and hold him close, my insides tightening. I can feel the blood rushing to the spot between my legs that aches to feel Jake’s touch. Only one gentle stroke and I’ll be completely lost and at his mercy.

“Jake,” I breathe, arching my back.

Chuckling, he reaches around and unclasps my bra, letting it fall to the floor. He leans back and looks up and down my body as I straddle him, legs locked around his waist. His cock is getting harder between my legs.

“You are so beautiful, Ellie,” he murmurs, sliding a strand of my hair off my forehead. Slowly, he leans forward and places his forehead to mine, breathing me in. He’s a strong man, yet so gentle with his touches.

I pluck at his shirt. “This needs to come off now.”

Smirking, he lifts an arm and tugs it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. I run my hands over his tattoos and kiss his chest. He’d had them done before I ever met him, back when tribal tattoos were the thing and he had to look like a bad ass fighter. I love them on his body. “I want to make love to you Jake.”

He carries me down the hall and tosses me onto our king size bed. It’s dark, but there’s a sliver of moonlight peeking in through the blinds, giving us just the right amount of light. Our bedroom is my favorite place. The walls are a dark gray, and they go with our deep blue comforter and gray, satin sheets. Usually, in the spring and fall, we’ll leave the windows open and the wind will whip the gossamer curtains into the air. It always looks so magical. But now, with the moonlight shining in, it makes Jake’s blue gaze even more seductive.

Starting at my lips, he trails his finger down my neck, between my breasts, and over my shorts. Working the button open, he slides them down my legs and tosses them to the side. His hands are warm as he runs them up my legs to spread them, caressing my thighs.

Groaning, he stands and rips off his jeans, freeing his straining cock. He palms himself and my body tightens. I slide to the edge of the bed and grab onto his ass, pulling him in closer. My lips wrap around his tip and I flick my tongue across.

His hands fist in my hair and a deep, guttural groan vibrates from his chest. “Holy fuck.”

It spurs me on even more. I suck him harder, gliding my hand up and down his shaft. His breaths come out as pants and I go faster.

A growl escapes his lips and he pulls away. “I want you so damn bad right now.”

Biting my lip, I pat the bed. “Then lie down.”

He grips my arms and pulls me on top of him, before sliding his hands down to my ass. “Why do you always make me lose control?”

“Oh, I don’t know . . . I think you can handle it,” I tease, playfully squeezing the bulging tip of his cock.

Jerking into my hand, he tilts my body down and roughly closes his lips over a nipple, sucking hard. The stubble on his chin rubs me raw. When he bites down, I cry out and rock my hips against his length.

His fingers dig into my hips as he lifts me up and slams me down. Once he’s fully seated within me, he lifts me up and pulls me down over him again and again. My movements aren’t my own. I’m in his control and I love it. Even with me on top, he dominates and takes what he wants. Fisting his hands in my hair, he tilts my head back and bites my neck, marking me.

“Oh, yes. Jake . . .”

His low rumble of satisfaction vibrates down to my core. I’m so close to orgasm, I can barely think straight. Over and over, he drops me down on his cock with punishing force. He licks and sucks my nipples, pulling them with his teeth.

Wrapping an arm around his neck, I arch my back to give him better access. Then reaching behind my ass, I cup his balls, massaging them.

“Jesus, I’m going to come,” he growls, shortening his thrusts. Grunting, he pulls my body into his and looks down to watch where we’re connected.

Screaming with pleasure, I sit down on him as far as I can go. He groans and squeezes me tight, as I convulse with wave after wave of my release. It all intensifies when I feel him blast inside of me. I love the feel of his cock pulsating. Catching my breath, I let my head fall to his shoulder while his fingers loosen on my waist.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” I say, trying desperately to catch my breath.

Brushing my hair to the side, he gently kisses my neck and wraps his arms around my waist. “Oh, we’re not done yet, cupcake. That’s one orgasm down. You still have a few more to go.”

I pull his bottom lip between my teeth and moan. “I’m counting on it.”





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