His lips were on mine and then suddenly I was looking at everything upside down. Jake climbed the stairs, kicked open his bedroom door, and then laid me on the bed. His eyes were on fire, brimming with lust and hunger.

My core melted from the inside out. I had never seen blue eyes blaze like that before.

Jake unbuckled his belt, shoving his jeans to the floor.

My mouth dropped when I saw him. The moonlight streamed through the window, landing on his wide pulsing cock. I whimpered, wondering if I would be able to handle it. It was thick, long, and perfect.

On the walk from the house to the barn, I had convinced myself this was it. I would throw myself on him and blame the wine. I’d tell him I had a bottle, when really I had stopped before the second glass. It was a full-proof plan. But now I was naked. And he was naked. But holy shit he was huge. More than I could have ever imagined.

He climbed on the bed, crawling toward me. His chest was broad. His shoulders like boulders bracing his frame above me. I reached toward his skin, desperate to trace the hard ridges on his abs where muscle met more muscle.

I had pictured him a hundred times in my dreams. How he would look in my bed. How his mouth feel against my breast. How he would sound in the dark. But nothing prepared me for this.

He kissed my neck and throat. His hand roaming over my body, stopping to squeeze and press into my skin.

“I’ve wanted you since I saw you on that porch,” he growled into my neck.

“You have?”

I wanted to talk about it. Ask him why he hadn’t tried a single move. Why he never kissed me. But suddenly his fingers were between me legs and I couldn’t think.

“Mmmhmm. Wider, baby,” he urged, spreading her legs.

“Ohh,” I moaned, doing everything he asked. I was his to command.

I bucked forward when I felt him slip two fingers inside my pussy. It was intense and strong the way he strummed against my inner walls.

His mouth covered my nipple, sucking until I thought I couldn’t take the sensations. I could feel the warmth between my legs, coating his fingers as he plunged in and out of me.

My head thrashed to the side. The burning was taking over my blood again. I was going to come like this while he fucked me with his fingers. I gripped at his shoulders, needing him to ground me to the bed.

“Tell me what you want.” He nipped at my neck, before grazing his teeth over my shoulders. “Do you want me to make you come like this?”

I’d never said the words before. I’d never asked anyone to fuck me. But it was there on the tip of my lips. I didn’t know why, I only knew I needed it. I wanted it. My body was on fire. Fueled by his tongue. By his fingers. By the weeks of dreaming of this moment.

I pushed off the mattress enough to roll on my stomach, my ass grazing his stomach.

“I need you to fuck me. Please.”

“Fuck,” Jake groaned, gripping my hips. “Olivia…”

“I’ve wanted it every night.”

I couldn’t hear. I couldn’t think. I only knew I needed his cock buried deep inside me. So deep I wouldn’t know my name. Or his.

I wiggled my hips toward him, my tits bouncing underneath, draping over the pillows. I pressed my palms against the wall, bracing myself for him.

His finger ran between my legs, massaging me with my own hot juices.

“So wet,” he groaned. “Spread your legs for me.”

I moved my knees wide, hoisting my hips for him.

“You are so fucking perfect.” His tongue licked against me, lapping at my bud until I panted. “You taste like sugar.” He sucked the nub between his lips and I rocked my hips toward him, pressing harder against his tongue.

If he didn’t take me I would burst into flames. If his tongue felt like this I could only imagine what his shaft would feel like sliding in and out of my pussy.

The desperation was clawing at me. For weeks, this was all I could think about. I’d wake up with thoughts of him between my legs.

“I want to bury myself inside you. Hard and deep.”

I swallowed, forcing myself to keep breathing. “Yes.”

“Fuck you so hard you forget any other man.”

“Oh, yes.” My muscles clenched. Each word made me wetter.

“Fuck you until you beg me to stop, but scream for me to fuck you harder.”

The quivering in my core was tightening to a blistering pain. I might come just hearing him talk about fucking me.

I nodded. “Anything. Fuck me. Please.” I wanted rough and dirty. I wanted to be molded in his hands.

“This is what you’ve been thinking about?” His fingers curled deep inside me and I screamed.

“I can’t think about anything else,” I moaned.

“Don’t move,” he commanded.

I felt the bed bounce as Jake stepped to the side. I heard him unzip his bag and in seconds he was behind me again. I heard a ripping sound, and looked over my shoulder to see him rolling a condom over the biggest cock to every consider fucking me.

He pressed the tip of it against my entrance and I moaned. He felt hard and thick. I titled toward him, the heat of his shaft blazing against me. Any second he would be inside me.

“You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.” He kissed my back, but his tender lips turned to teeth and he nipped into my flesh.

“I want to feel it. I need it.” He was stretching against my entrance, and the pain was searing and soothing at the same time. It satisfied something inside me to know he was getting ready to thrust inside me.

He promised it would be deep and powerful. He promised he would be hard. I smiled, knowing he always kept his promises.

“I have to fuck you,” he growled.

And then I felt the slice of pleasure as he eased himself inside. “Ohh,” I moaned, needing something to hold on to, but Jake grabbed me, slamming on his shaft of steel. My hands were useless.

The light hit me as I felt my body spiral away from me. He began pumping wildly against me. At first I wanted to fight against it, tell him it was too intense. It hurt too much, but as he thrust again and again I felt the tight coil in my belly turn to blissful pleasure.

“Oh, fuck, Jake,” I groaned.

It was like nothing I had ever felt. I didn’t want him to stop. He pulled out of me, taking me to a new height, before sliding into me with fierce intensity.

The tears rolled down my cheeks as I felt the fever of my orgasm begin to ripple in my blood. I wanted to stop it, hold on to it, feel him pleasure my body with his cock and his tongue. Nothing had ever felt so powerful and out of control.

Weeks of wanting him had led to this. The sexual tension between us. The late night dinners. Working side by side on the house. All of it had led to this moment when I gave my body to him. He had to know he already had my heart.

Before I knew what was happening, Jake had pulled my hips higher in the air, yanking my hair back. “I want you to be mine, Olivia.”

“Oh, yes...” I lifted my ass to him. “I already am.”

My inner walls clenched around him, gripping tighter with each thrust. He laid his body over mine and I felt the cool metal of his tags rake over my back before he reared up on his knees hiking my ass in the air with him.

He roared into my back as he throbbed deep inside me, vibrating against my inner walls. I knew his release was hitting him and I reveled in what I could give him. I whimpered and panted, desperate to hold him.

I could feel him pulse as my orgasm ripped through me, shattering my limbs into a million pieces. I screamed as he plunged into me. But I took it, needing it, wanting it, loving every breath, every thrust, every second like this.

His breath was ragged on my neck, his dog tags sliding along my skin until he pulled me against his chest, rolling on his side, his arms wrapping around my stomach.

“I-I-” I didn’t know what to say.

I didn’t know what had come over me. Some sort of primal need had attacked my hormones from under my skin. I’d never been taken from behind. I’d never let a man lick me. I’d never begged for sex. I’d never felt like my body was no longer my own.

“Shh.” He kissed my neck. “Sleep.”

And within minutes I heard the gentle vibrations of Jake snoring behind me.