What the hell are you doing here, Lily?
I'm just here to thank him for taking me to my appointment today. At least that's the story I'm telling myself as I breath in a lungful of air and rap on the door. His head snaps in the direction of the door and he sits upright in bed.
"Yeah?"
I push the door open just enough to step inside. "Hey..."
His manly scent fills the dark, wood-panelled man cave and his domineering energy causes my skin to prickle with awareness. I glance around at my surroundings, taking in the sparse, sable-toned furnishings, the comfy-looking flannel sheets, the well-worn rug at the foot of the bed.
"Hey." He swings his legs over the side of the mattress. "Everything okay? Is it Mini?”
I flick my wrist to wave off his concern. "No, Mini's fine. She's sleeping.”
"The baby?”
I smile in the darkness. He's so damn considerate and sweet. "I only came to thank you," I say as I take slow strides toward him. "You went out of your way for me at the clinic today.”
He didn't have to pretend to be my spouse but I guess he didn't want me to feel bad about the fact that I'm a single parent before my child has even entered the world. I really appreciated that. The stigma of being alone and pregnant was weighing heavily on me in the days leading up to the appointment.
"No problem at all," he says as I move closer. I'm standing between his open legs now.
I brace my hands on his ropey shoulders and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his cheek. I linger close, enjoying the heat of his body and the smell of his skin.
He groans and his fingers clasp around the backs of my thighs. "You came in here at this hour of the night to say 'thanks'? Are you sure that's all you want?" His voice is hungry, almost predatory. It's sparks something dangerous in my blood.
I breathe unsteadily. My body keens closer to his. I feel fire tearing through my veins. "Not by a long shot," I whisper as desire pools in my panties. His fingers crawl up my thighs, inching beneath the hem of my dress.
He drags the skirt up over my ass, around my waist, revealing the slope of my belly. "Did you come here so I can fuck you, Lily?"
Tension builds at my apex. I'm aching to take him so deep inside of me. I moan. "Yes, I want that."
His lips press against my hipbone. His stubble tickles me, stirring my nerve endings to life. "Are you sure about that, Lily? Because the way I feel about you, if I get you in my bed, I don't think I'll ever be able to let you leave.”
I gasp. Why does that proposition appeal to me so much? Why do I want this big, wolfish man to take me and all my baggage and never let me go? "That's what I want.”
Jakob rises slowly from the bed. He's so tall that he towers over me, making me feel tiny and vulnerable in his shadow. I wouldn't have it any other way.
The glow of the television is the only light in the room. It illuminates the raging lust in his eyes. Still, he's tender. As tender as a big, gruff man like him can be. He tucks a golden curl behind my ear. His fingers are rough as pine cones as they graze my cheek. I shiver all over, wanting those big rough hands all over me.
I hold my breath as he leans down, pressing his mouth to mine, drawing my bottom lip between his teeth. "Last chance to back out, Lily," he warns low in his throat.
I scoff quietly. "I can handle you, Jakob Wilkinson.”
I silently pray to god that's true.
His lips stay on mine as he lifts my dress over my belly, up my chest. His massive paws cup my heaving breasts, massaging them roughly. His callouses grate against my bare nipples, provoking a sensation that arrows straight to my core.
I moan into his mouth, locking my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, twisting up with mine. My pussy aches, drooling with desire that I can't even control. He lifts my left leg, setting my foot on the mattress, and he grinds his sturdy erection against my throbbing clit. I hum as I rock my hips, trying to keep pace with Jakob's movements.
"I need to have this pussy on me. I need to eat it again." My dress tumbles back down as he slides my panties down my legs and I step out of them. He drops to mattress behind him, pulling me down on top of him. "Sit on my face, Lily. Let me get another taste.”
I'm so excited that I'm seeing stars. My blood buzzes in my ears.
I crawl up his body then rise to my knees once my mound is positioned above his face. The fabric of my dress obscures his features but I feel his hands slide up over my ass then he pulls me down onto his mouth. "Bring that pussy over here, baby.”
The first swipe of his tongue against me takes me by surprise. I yelp loudly, much more loudly than intended. Jakob pushes the fabric aside and smiles up at me. "Sorry," I say weakly as acute sensations reverberate throughout my body. I pray to god that Mini didn't hear that. Thank goodness her bedroom is downstairs, on the other side of the massive house.
He grabs the remote and turns up the volume on the screen. "Oh, that was nothing. I'm gonna make you scream, Little Miss Sunshine." The threat lights me up with anticipation.
Jakob disappears under my skirt again and his fingers spread my lips apart as his tongue swirls around my clit. "Baby..." I whisper as he gropes my ass, holding me close to his face. His teeth skim over my little nub and a thousand reactions ripple through my body. I'm lit, explosive, humping my cunt against his skilled mouth.
The man licks and sucks and nibbles at me. He thrusts his tongue into me in a way that is purely vulgar. Depraved. Obscene. And fuck — I let him know how much I love it, bellowing his name into the air. He doesn't let up. Even when I start coming, bursting onto his tongue. I'm shaking at the peak of my climax when he slides from under me, sitting up and pulling my weak body into his arms. He holds me, thumbing my clit until the orgasm finishes its beating. I feel his shaft, hard against my thigh as he cradles me in his lap.
He presses a kiss to my temple, whispering against my flesh. "Was that too much?”
I look up into his handsome face and purr, "I want more. Give me your cock.”
Worry creases his brow. "Don't you need a break? A glass of water, maybe?" His fingers draw circles along the inside of my thigh, further inflaming my need for him.
"I need your cock," I rasp out. "That's all I need right now.”
He studies me closely for a moment to make sure that I know what I'm saying. Then, his tongue swipes across his lips and he lays me flat on the bed. He brings my dress up over my head and throws it in a heap on the floor. I lie naked before him, cellulite thighs, expanding belly, enormous breasts and all.
And not for one second do I feel self-conscious or insecure. The way he's looking at me makes me feel beautiful and appreciated. Wanted.
He takes his time with me. He lays kisses on my belly and my ribs, up between my breasts. He thumbs my nipples as he tastes my lips again. Who knew that this wolf of a man could be such a tender, considerate lover?
My ex-boyfriend’s idea of intimacy comprised of twisting my nipples roughly for a few seconds before bludgeoning me half to death with his blunt, little penis for a solid five minutes, then padding into the living room and falling asleep with the sports highlights blasting through the apartment. So the way Jakob touches me, the way he holds me, is a nice change of pace.
He reaches into his bedside drawer and pulls out a condom. He falls back onto his haunches as he rolls it on. I admire his sculpted form as he hovers above me. I spread my thighs for him and he hesitates one last time at the entrance of my hungry pussy.
He's a good man.
He's debating over whether this is the right thing to do. I want him as much as he wants me. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.
I hook one hand behind his neck and pull him close just as I wrap my fingers around his cock and angle it at my entrance. I lift my hips off the mattress, swallowing him into my cunt.
The moment we connect is intense. Every muscle in my gut tenses and I watch as Jakob tucks his head to his chest, his eyes fluttering at the sensatio
n. He groans as he begins to take me in a slow, gentle pace.
I clench against him, the walls of my pussy trapping him. I rock my hips hard against him, stealing from him everything he isn't giving me willingly. He thinks I'm fragile, that he'll break me. He doesn't seem to understand that with each stroke, he's putting me back together, he's restoring parts of me that were shattered when I showed up in this town, alone and afraid and out of options.
This man is saving me. And I want him to know how strong he makes me.
"Fuck me, Jakob," I beg. "Fuck me the way you want to. Please.”
I see his self-control break at my words. The monster inside of him tears free of his restraints. "You want me to fuck you, Lily? Fine. I'll fuck you.”
His large hands pin my hips to the bed. He rears back before he bears down on me, bruising my pussy with deep, rough strokes. I keen against him, wanting more, wanting it all. I cry out as he screws his cock into me, brutally, damagingly.
Pleasure spins inside of me, coiling tighter, growing hotter. Scalding heat races up my limbs, settling in my core as the orgasm begins to reek havoc in my body.
"Like that, Lily? That's how you want it?" he roars as he slams his pelvis into mine, his shaft ripping through my tight tunnel.
I'm too wound up to speak. I can't even nod as the orgasm capsizes me and sends me diving into an abyss of pleasure. My fingernails claw at his thick arms as I cling desperately to him. I'm devastated by pleasure when he croaks, telling me that he's coming, too.
He goes rigid above me, sweat dropping from his brow onto my chest as my sex takes him into the purest form of bliss.
And then, he falls lifeless into my arms, panting into the curve of my neck.
Chapter 26
Jakob
Dawn crawls up the horizon, letting me know that it's time to face the day.
But — dammit — I don't want to. Why get out of bed when I've got Sunshine laying right here next to me?
Lily stirs. It's almost as if she feels the shift in my energy. Her eyes blink open and she squints against the light.
"Mmm. You're still here." She smiles, dimples and freckles and tooth gap and all.
"How'd you sleep? How's the baby?" I roll over and just as I'm about to swing my legs over the side of the bed, she throws her arms around me.
"Stay a little longer...please." She bats those eyes coquettishly and I'm a goner.
Chuckling, I scoot close to her and pull her tight against me. "You're full of mischief you know. And you're rubbing off on me."
She looks up at me, brushing hair out of her eyes. "Good. Everybody needs a little mischief in their life."
The woman makes me weak. I'm a big giant of a man with strong, workhorse muscles and a will of steel but the mere brush of her fingertips against me turns me into a powerless mass of flesh and bones. Why do I like it? Why do I like being under her spell, weak and vulnerable, out of control?
I nuzzle my face into her neck, breathing her in. "You smell like chocolate chip cookie dough," I mumble. "I have to keep reminding myself not to eat you up."
She giggles, burrowing herself deeper against me. "Oh you want to eat me up, you big, bad wolf?" she whispers. "Be my guest.”
With one swift movement, I flip her over onto her back. "Don't tempt me, woman! I've got fifty acres of land and dozens of animals out there, waiting for me to go tend to them. I can't afford to spend the day feasting on you!”
She teases me right back, spreading her legs and pulling my hand to her bare pussy. "I really don't think you should go to work on an empty stomach. Come have a little snack and start the day right.”
I growl, lowering myself between her thighs, but she squeezes her legs shut. "You're not the only one who's hungry, Jakob. I want to taste you, too."
Hearing those words from a woman like Lily would bring any man to his knees. Defenceless against the arousal churning it's way through my body, I rotate and lower my cock over her face. She groans, taking the throbbing shaft between her lips.
"Ah, fuck..."
When was the last time I felt a woman’s mouth on me like this? I can't even remember.
As she seals her lips around me and swirls her tongue along my rod, I bury my head in her valley, savoring the sweet taste of her desire. Holding her thighs apart I roll my tongue over her pudgy, little clit. She hums and groans as she works me with her warm mouth. Her fingers run along the sack of nerves hanging between my thighs. It feels so good that I have to stop eating her for a second just to enjoy the view.
It's a phenomenal view. Her blond hair spilling across my pillow, her wet mouth straining to take me all the way. I resume my feast with renewed fervor, spearing my tongue into her as I cup her ass and lift her body closer to me. But when I trap her clit between my teeth and rake along the sensitive flesh, she goes tense. Her head falls to the side, releasing my cock with a loud pop. She moans, opening her legs wider for me, arching her back as her fingers grasp at my thighs. She comes so fucking hard.
I move beside her, taking her into my arms as the rush subsides. My dick is still solid but I want to hold her, soothe her as she recuperates. As soon as her body stops shivering, she turns to me. "I'm not done with you..." she whispers and she crawls down between my legs.
She pulls my cock between her lips, swirling her tongue around the tip and jerking me off with rough slides of her hands. Losing all control, I explode in her mouth, shooting my come down her throat. She swallows as much as she can, letting the rest slide down her chin. I've never seen a sexier visual. She smiles at me as I wipe off the excess with my fingers. The simple act of wiping my seed off of Lily's face has my cock twitching for action again but I will the sucker to stand down. I don't want to kill the woman. She's pregnant, after all.
Our sweaty bodies stick together as I pull her on top of me. We breathe calmly and in sync.
She draws her fingers back and forth across my chest. “You’re so good at that,” she whispers. “You must have had tons of practice.” She smirks.
I haven’t. In fact, it’s been years since I’ve had a woman’s body pressed up against mine. I guess that I just instinctively knows how to please her.
When I don’t answer, Lily’s face goes solemn. "You ever been in love, Grumps?”
The question seems to come out of nowhere, taking me off-guard. I grumble in response.
She pulls her head off my chest and watches me. I squirm in my own skin and she laughs. "I'll take that as a ‘yes’." Who was the lucky lady? D'you break her heart?”
The thought of Brittany Delaney seeps into my mind, poisoning my good mood. I never did a thing to hurt that girl. But she steamrolled my heart without a second thought.
The air is thick as Lily waits for my response. "Not at all," I mutter dryly. I feel my lips press into a flat line.
Naturally, my response doesn't satisfy her. She's such a nosy, little woman. "So what happened?" she questions innocently, totally unaware of the agony she's awakening deep in my soul.
"She moved away," is all I offer. My answer is misleadingly simple. Brittany didn't just move away. She took my whole world with her when she left.
Lily shifts away from me. "Something tells me there's more to the story."
I look at her and sigh roughly. “What exactly do you want to know, Lily?”
“Everything,” she says rising onto her elbows and looking down on me, “I want to know her name and what she was like. I want to know why you fell in love with her…and why it fell apart.”
The last thing I want to do on this beautiful new morning is to dig up the grave of hurts I buried all those years ago. I put Brittany and her deceptions behind me. I haven’t uttered her name in nearly seven years although I can’t say that I haven’t thought of her. I can’t say that my chest doesn’t ache every time she enters my mind. “I don’t know why you’d want to muck up this nice moment with talk of the devil.”
She’s fully seated now with her breasts on display, her legs crossed campfire-sty
le and her belly spilling over in front of her. I love how comfortable she is in her own skin. Even though she's pregnant she doesn't have a complex about her body. And she's so beautiful with those womanly curves and those life-sustaining breasts. “We all have history, Jakob." She tilts her head to the side and watches me. "I’m trying to get to know you, that’s all.”
I remain tight-lipped, lying flat on my back with my hands cradling the back of my head.
She sighs. “Okay, I’ll start.” She immediately begins to twist her hands in her lap. “So, Trevor was my high school sweetheart.” The inflection in her voice tells me that a heaping dose of irony is sure to follow. “Things were actually great between us for a long time. We had a lot in common and we really supported each other in every way. But then, his career started taking off…Long story short, I started hinting at marriage a few months ago and a while later, I found an engagement ring sitting at the bottom of his sock drawer.”
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