Chapter 25
Lily
I tiptoe down the dark hallway and peek through the crack in the door. The TV blares an infomercial about steak knives made from some special kind of inoxidable steel or something.
Jakob lies on his back with his hands behind his head. He's staring up at the ceiling. Just the sight of him in bed wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants turns me liquid on the inside. I imagine what it would be like, lying next to him, bathed in his heat, inhaling his scent. I ache to feel his lips on me again. And by god, I want to return the favor.
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 sensation. 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.