Claimed for the Master's Pleasure (Guilty Pleasures #5)(41)
“You want this?” he asked, brushing his lips over hers.
“Oh, Sir, please, Sir.”
He teased the tip at her entrance.
“Oh, Sir, make me come.” Realizing she could, she pulled the blindfold away and stared directly into his eyes. Tears stained her cheeks. She looked so vulnerable, his heart ached for her. She focused on his lips and then kissed him passionately. “Sir, please, make me come like never before.”
At that moment his only desire was to please Lia. He loved her without question. For a man who thought he’d lost everything three years ago, including the will to live, he savored every breath that she took. She made him feel whole again.
He captured her lips as the heat from her warm, wet * slowly enveloped his cock. When he was seated to the hilt, he squeezed her peachy tight butt in both hands, holding her close, never wanting to let her go.
Jake curled a hand into her beautiful, glossy blonde hair, twisting it between his fingers. He gently pulled her head back, exposing her throat, then trailed a series of butterfly kisses down to the pulse at the base of her elegant neck. He delivered a long, slow, lingering kiss to her lips, and then worked his way across to her earlobe, brushing the soft flesh with his mouth. Taking his time, he whispered low and seductive, “Marry me, princess.”
He knew his proposal had taken her by surprise, and he thrust once more inside her tight, wet sheath. “Make me the happiest man alive.” The breath hissed from her lips as he thrust again, and she gripped his shoulders tightly, digging her long fingernails into his flesh.
She opened her mouth several times, before she finally managed to say, “Do you really mean it, Jake? Please tell me you’re not teasing.”
“I’m not teasing, princess. You know I love you.”
“I love you, too, Jake.” The words spilled from her lips as he speared her with his potent shaft again.
“Is that a yes, princess?” He thrust again, this time more forcefully. “Please say it is.”
“Jake, I love you more than life itself. My answer is yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” She peppered each word with a kiss to his lips, and ground her * hard over his shaft, to emphasize her love for him.
Jake groaned and wrapped his arms more tightly around her. “You’re the sexiest woman in the whole wide world.” He playfully nipped at her neck with his teeth. “Grrr, and you belong to me.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Lia couldn’t believe Jake had asked her to marry him. The knife-play sex had been truly amazing, and now this. Maybe she’d wake up any moment and find the whole thing had been a dream. An incredible, crazy dream of love conquering the deep sorrow they’d once felt.
Gently, Lia brushed her fingers over Jake’s masculine brow ridges. His eyes, so cool and sexy, pierced her very soul. He knew what made her tick. Yeah, he knew exactly what turned her on. Lia smiled, and smoothed her fingers down his nose before tracing the sensual outline of his mouth. She leaned in and kissed him slowly. She knew him inside out now, just as he knew her.
Their tongues dueled, and she began meeting the inward stroke of his cock with downward strokes of her *. He felt so good inside her, holding her, loving her. He swooped down and swirled his tongue over her nipple. The exquisite sensation as he teased the swollen nub with his teeth made her arch back and slam down on his huge shaft even harder.
“Give it to me,” he ground out through gritted teeth.
“You bet,” she panted breathlessly as she squeezed his cock tighter with her vaginal muscles, flexing her stomach and working them both up into a frenzy.
“Harder, princess.”
“Yes,” Lia cried, slamming down on his shaft with everything she had. Every time she said, “Yes,” her wet * effortlessly slid down his potent prick. “Yes…yes…yes…yes.”
Jake began meeting her, with powerful thrusts of his own. Breathlessly, she looked down to see his huge dick glistening with her feminine arousal, as its length sensuously caressed her clitoral piercing. “You’re mine,” Jake growled.
“Yes.”
“To play with anytime I want.”
“Yes.”
“To f*ck anytime I want.”
“Yes.”
“From now on.”
“Yes.”
“You report here.”
“Yes.”
“Every afternoon.”
“Yes.”
“For your Masters pl—”
“Yes, yes.”
“Pleasure.”
“Oh, yes, Sir.”
Being completely controlled both physically and emotionally by such a beautiful man was a powerful aphrodisiac. A spasm from within, so wonderful and potent, spiraled deep inside her. It convulsed in her womb, before flowing out in a warm wave down to her *, where her climax milked his cock in orgasmic ecstasy. She couldn’t help the words that spilled from her lips, as she finally came.
“I love you, Jake. Oh…God…how I love…you, Jake.”
Jake’s mouth covered hers, as his insistent thrusts became faster and deeper. A guttural groan roared from his throat as with one final lunge, he spilled his seed deep inside her.
“Fuck, you’re something else, woman.”
Lia gently caressed his face. “You, too, Sir.”