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He watches as the tears fall down my cheeks.
“Oh, baby,” he mutters. His fingers pinch the spaghetti strap of my nightgown, dropping it down my arm until my right breast is exposed.
His eyes drop down to my nipple, and he lowers his head. I sigh into him, my skin lighting up when he runs his tongue up and down my skin. A gasp leaves my lips as fire shoots through me.
Yes, anything to stop my mind from thinking.
I look down, his dark hair shifting, his lips against me as he sucks my breast into his mouth. He bites down, then soothes with his tongue.
Every tug from his mouth has me whimpering. Watching him devour my breast is a more erotic sight than I thought possible.
My breath is a broken mess, and he lifts his head, my skin glistening from his mouth. He runs his thumb up and down my nipple, circling it in deliberate, slow movements.
“What do you need from me right now, baby?”
I sigh, lifting my right foot to the counter, bringing my knee up and opening myself wide. My night gown shifts, bunching up at my waist, exposing my wet, needy pussy.
I don’t care that I’m still sore from last night.
I need this.
His eyes drop down to look at me. It’s a hungry, sweeping look. He doesn’t hesitate, pulling his cock from his pants and setting it right at my entrance.
When his eyes land on me, I shake my head. “Not soft. I don’t want tender.”
His nostrils flare.
“Fuck me hard.”
He thrusts into me, and my scream is lodged in my throat. My spine hits the counter from
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how hard he’s thrusting into me, his hands holding onto my thighs.
I drop my elbows back to hold myself up. He’s thrusting hard, my entire body shuddering and moving as he slams into me.
Then he pulls out, his hand buried in my hair. He pulls tight until tears fall down from the pain. He grabs my hips, tilting me and then thrusts into me again, our chests bumping into each other, his hand on my scalp burning me and his cock lighting up every inch of my body.
“Jake.”
He moans, deep and needy. “Give it to me, baby.”
He drops a hand to my clit, circling it in hard, fast circles. I roll my hip against his, seeking pleasure like a dog in heat.
“Fuck,” he grunts, his hold on my hair tightening, his fingers on my clit working harder.
I come. Screaming into his mouth as he sucks my lips between his teeth. I’m trembling, the adrenaline shooting through me.
Another defense to stop the breakdown that is inevitably coming.
We breathe into each other, coming down. I didn’t even feel when he came inside me. He pulls out, tucks himself back in his pants, but returns his finger on my nipple, circling it in soft, comforting movements.
The front door opens.
I hear it, but it doesn’t register. Not at first. I’m so used to Jake, Aiden and Zaid moving about the house. I’ve gotten used to the sound of people moving around me, doesn’t matter if I have a tongue down my throat, or a cock deep inside me.
It has become my normal.
So Jake and I don’t move, still entranced by our orgasms, still breathing into each other.
A sharp, high–pitched gasp cuts through the air.
Jake and I break apart instantly, my heart slamming into my ribs.
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And standing in the doorway, her face twisted in shock and fury, is my mother.
