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  Jake closed his eyes, struggled for some kind of control, only to realize there was no hope of finding it. His cock wanted what it wanted and it was going to take it right now, no matter what. Before she could draw her next breath, he had her legs pushed high and wide, his hands wedged under her knees, holding her in place.

  She couldn’t move, couldn’t scream, and then the hot head of his cock was nudging against her slit, forcing its way inside.

  Taylor didn’t even realize she’d closed her eyes again until he grunted, “Look at me, Taylor. Now, damn it!”

  Her eyes shot open just as the head popped fully into her, stretching her to the point that was both a burning pain and a savage pleasure, but he didn’t push any further. He stared down at her, looking violent and wild, and gritted the words through his teeth. “Tell me you want this, Taylor. I don’t want to hurt you, but you’re so fucking tight and small and all I can think about is pounding you apart.”

  He pushed a fraction deeper, as if he couldn’t help himself, but there were still too many inches to go. Taylor looked down her body to where they joined, watching the way his cock stretched her open. His thick flesh was throbbing and flushed, penetrating an opening far too tiny to ever take it. She figured he was afraid he was going to hurt her, but she wanted him to lose control and shove that brutal, beautiful thing inside of her.

  She wasn’t stupid; she knew there was going to be some physical pain simply because he was so huge, but she also knew there’d be more of that mind-blowing pleasure. And she wanted more of it, as much as Jake could give her. Her body was demanding it, and Jake looked desperate to comply.

  It was the most amazing feeling in the world to know she’d brought him to this state of need. That she, homely little Taylor Moore, was about to make Jake Farrell lose control.

  And she knew just how to do it.

  She stroked the side of his hot face, cupping his cheek, and smiled up at him. His body went so tense she was amazed he didn’t shatter from the pressure. Feeling wicked and naughty and full of life—full of Jake—she pressed her thumb into his mouth, stroking his tongue, while her other thumb brushed his left nipple. He trembled, shuddered, and made a savage noise in the back of his throat that should’ve scared the hell out of her.

  But she wasn’t afraid. She never could be. Not of Jake. He owned her heart and her body and her love, and she was about to set him free. With the head of his cock wedged tight inside her pussy, his big body poised atop her, waiting to unleash a desire she never could’ve even imagined, she swallowed her shyness and said the words she’d never in all her life thought she’d have the courage to say except in her dreams. “Fuck me, Jake. I need you to fuck me as hard as you can, right now.”

  His face went dark, his expression stunned, as if he were terrified of what she’d just unleashed. But it was too late. Hell, it’d been too late the moment he had set eyes on her. Hearing her tell him to fuck her was every raunchy, lust-driven fantasy he’d ever had turned into an earth-shattering reality. He couldn’t resist it. He flexed his hips and drove into her in one hard lunge, breaking her open, hammering his way to the root, so deep his balls were jammed up tight against her ass.

  Taylor screamed, arms flung wide from the force of the impact, and felt her pussy pull open around him, then clench tighter with a violent grip, squeezing the huge length of his buried cock so hard he’d probably be bruised.

  “Oh, shit. Fuck…fuck…fuck—” he cursed and groaned and shouted as he pulled out and rammed back into her over and over, driving every hot inch of his thick flesh into her as if he could shove himself straight out the other side. He pressed her into the mattress, shoving through the fist-tight clench of her cunt, nearly mad with the wonder of having her under him, being inside of her, feeling her squeeze him tighter than any fist or mouth ever could. His cock was drenched in scalding heat and the clinging depths of her womb. The head rammed past her cervix with every deep thrust until he thought he’d die from the indescribable pleasure of fucking her.

  He wanted to come.

  Shit, he had to come or he was going to kill himself. They were pounding their way up the bed, moving higher until he had to brace one hand against the headboard to protect her head from banging into it. Then she smiled up at him and his heart burst with the love that he’d held for this woman for so damn long.

  He pressed his big body down on hers while his hips jack hammered between her legs—faster, harder, deeper—and kissed her with his juice-covered lips as if his very life depended on it.

  His tongue arrowed to the back of her throat and she kissed him back, greedy for her taste on his skin. She was just as desperate, just as wild, sucking on his tongue until he shouted into her mouth. Sweat flew from their heat-soaked bodies, their breathing ragged and frantic, while cock and cunt went at one another like frenzied beasts. He crammed her full, growing bigger with each ramming thrust, forcing the tight channel of muscle to make room for him again and again.

  This wasn’t sex. He’d had sex hundreds, probably even thousands of times, and it didn’t come anywhere close to this. No, this was an absolute possession. A battle to claim the only woman he’d ever loved. He lunged, she tightened, he crammed himself deeper, and she sucked him harder. “Fuck!” he cried against her lips, the words broken and choppy, barely human. “You blow my mind, Taylor. You…blow…my… fucking…mind!”

  And she broke. Crashed. Went soaring over the edge, swept off into the sea, her body tumbled and wrecked by the battering force of the waves. Jake watched as her face went blood red, her breath suspended, and then she screamed as a raging orgasm ripped through her, powerful and violent and beautiful. He pressed his mouth to hers, drank in the erotic sounds of her release, and pumped himself into her in a long, pounding stream of hot cum that drained him of pain and filled him with a burning hope for the future.

  A future that belonged to no one but them.

  Chapter 7

  Jake had just claimed the woman who’d forever owned his heart—and now she owned his soul.

  The orgasm poured from his body till he thought he’d pass out from the pleasure, so strong it was nearly agony. Whatever he’d experienced sexually in his life before this moment in time was wiped clean from his memory, obliterated from existence, as if he’d only just discovered the carnal wonders of the flesh.

  He’d always known on some level that making love to Taylor was going to change him, but he hadn’t realized just how drastically he’d be affected. He’d fucked her so hard it’d nearly done him in, but at least he’d have died happy with a smile on his face.

  Come hell or high water, he was going to spend the rest of his life buried deep in this woman and never look back—never so much as even think about another body beneath his own. Just the thought of going to bed with anyone but Taylor left him cold. And she was going to know it. Everyone was going to know it.

  It wasn’t even something that she’d asked for, but it was hers. He was going to be the most faithful, satisfied bastard on the face of the planet till the day he died.

  When the wracking spasms finally slowed, he collapsed against her. She grunted as her legs got trapped between them, so he shifted, helping her to lower them to her sides, and then collapsed against her again. Ahhh, yeah, that was perfect. They sealed together, his cock still buried deep inside of her slowly pulsing cunt, and now her pretty little tits were smashed against his chest. He moaned like a man in a cloud of bliss, floating above the world and too happy to worry about how he was ever going to get back down.

  She felt it too. He knew she did. She was making sweet, purring sounds in the back of her throat, sighs of bliss and satisfaction, stroking his back with her soft, cool palms, gentling him like an animal.

  “Hey, are you okay?” he whispered against the dainty shell of her ear, nuzzling her soft skin with the tip of his nose. It was still difficult to speak, his lungs still aching from the force of his breathing, but he needed to hear her voice.

  “Um,” she
sighed, sounding completely spent.

  His lips trailed across her sensitive skin, pressing kisses along the delicate line of her jaw. He smiled at the husky response, knowing she’d found the same incredible heights in his arms that he’d found in hers.

  In the perfection of the moment, he remembered the first time he’d ever seen her, just a scared little thing on her first day at a new school, so shy and quietly serene.

  It was a small town, small enough that any “new” kid made news, and when that new kid was someone like Taylor—well, she’d made a bigger impact than most. He recalled how he’d been out with the rest of the Varsity football team, running laps around the track before afternoon practice, when he’d seen her cutting across the back of the school on her way home after that first day.

  She’d been wearing some kind of sundress, and the wind had whipped it around her legs while the afternoon sun burned bright behind her, setting the soft lines of her body into an intoxicating picture of sensuality. Without even really thinking about it, acting purely on instinct, he’d pulled away from Mitch and the other guys and jogged over to her.

  She’d turned at the sound of someone behind her, her big brown eyes opening wide when she caught sight of him walking up to her. “Hey,” he’d drawled, stopping when she stopped. “I’m Jake. Jake Farrell.”

  She hadn’t answered, just stood there with a stunned, kind of guarded expression on her pretty face, those big eyes traveling slowly from the top of his sweat soaked head down to his big, Nike covered feet. Then she’d licked her bottom lip, just a quick, innocent flick of her tongue, and he’d felt an answering twitch in his gut the likes of which he’d never experienced. They’d stood staring, lost in each other, he didn’t know for how long, until he’d finally cleared his head enough to smile and say, “And you would be Taylor, right? Taylor Moore, isn’t it?”

  She’d dragged her eyes off the long length of his mostly bare legs, back up to his face, and those pretty lips of hers had lifted into the sweetest smile he’d ever seen. It’d seemed to shoot straight to his heart, right down to the core of his cock, and for the first time in his entire life, he’d had to mentally struggle against his body’s demand to go instantly hard within his running shorts. He’d already had more than his fair share of girls—hell, he’d had any girl he’d ever wanted—but nothing in his sexual experience had ever hit him like the sight of Taylor’s smile.

  “Yeah,” she’d replied, “I’m Taylor.”

  It’d taken him a moment to realize that was all she was going to say, and when she shifted uneasily, her cheeks going pink while he just continued standing there like a bolt-struck idiot, he’d known she was the one. Everything inside of him—things he hadn’t even realized were there—had screamed out that this girl was going to be special to him…to his life…in more ways than his adolescent, hormone-raging mind could ever imagine or conceive.

  “Listen,” he’d said in a sudden rush, “it’s Friday night and there’s a big ol’ group of us that get together at Dixie’s Diner over on Lincoln Street. If you’re not doing anything, I could pick you up later, take you out to meet some people.”

  Her doe-like eyes had gone even wider at his words, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth in an innocently seductive action that had made him want to moan. “Look, I know you don’t know me or anything, but I swear I’m not a creep.”

  He knew he’d been rambling, but he’d been too stunned to be his usual laid-back self, too dumbstruck with want to use his usual lines on her. And to be honest, he really hadn’t thought they’d work on her anyway. “What I’m trying to say is that you’ll be safe with me, I swear. We could just go out and give you a chance to get to know everybody.”

  She’d opened her mouth to speak, her answer right there on the tip of her pretty little pink tongue, but he’d never got to hear it. At that moment, Wanda and her group of girlfriends had started catcalling behind him, and he’d turned around to tell them to get lost. And when he’d turned back, Taylor was gone, already having disappeared around the far side of the bleachers. He’d started to go after her, and then stopped himself, his ignorant male pride not wanting it to look like he was running after the “new” girl, and it’d been the biggest mistake of his life.

  That weekend, Mitch had tracked her down, taken her out for ice cream sodas in town, and by Monday, their fate was set. Mitch’s plan had been put into motion, and Jake had never asked her out again. Hell, he’d barely ever had two civil words for her after all the crap Mitch had come back to him with, and God only knew what he’d told Taylor.

  So many years wasted because of that jackass, not to mention his own stupidity. But he finally had her where he wanted her, and it was so much sweeter than anything he’d ever known—ever imagined. It was perfection. Pure, hot, sweet perfection.

  Suddenly, the words he longed to say rushed up at him from the depths of his soul, but he knew the timing was all wrong. Why in the hell hadn’t he controlled himself long enough to tell her about the books? He couldn’t go spouting on about his reasons for being here now, not when she was still crammed full of him, swimming in his cum.

  Hell, she’d never buy it; much less believe that he’d already been working up the courage to come back for her. Even if he hadn’t stumbled across his eye-opening find, he wouldn’t have been able to hold out much longer. Shit, staying away from her for as long as he had had nearly driven him outta his fucking mind. And if he’d had to, he’d been more than ready to come back and fight Mitch for her. Divorce or not, he still wanted to kick the bastard’s ass.

  No matter the obstacles, he wouldn’t have given up. So why in the hell hadn’t he said all this when he had the chance?

  Jake was still trying to come to grips with what she did to him and his utter loss of control, when she shifted beneath him. Knowing he must be crushing her, he gently pulled out of the moist grip of her clinging pussy and rolled to his back, reaching out to pull her possessively into his side.

  But Taylor was already rising to her knees, facing him at his hip, mesmerized by the wealth of masculine beauty laid out before her. She wanted to taste every inch of his sun-bronzed skin.

  Wanted to learn all the textures and flavors.

  Wanted to take sensual bites of all those long, bulging muscles.

  The hunger was so great inside of her she could barely hold it in. It pulsed through her blood, pumping against her skin, trying to break free.

  “You’re beautiful,” she rasped, giving him no warning of what was to come next.

  One moment she was staring at him as if she’d eat him alive, and in the next her soft sweet lips were wrapped around the wet head of his cock, her tongue rooting into the slit to taste, and Jake felt an inhuman sound of arousal surge from the back of his throat. It was pure animal, primitive and base. His back bowed as his hands found her hair, holding her to him. Her jaws opened wider, drawing him in, and he could’ve sworn he saw stars explode in his mind in a kaleidoscope of colors.

  “Fuck—” he cursed beneath his breath, feeling another wave of cum gather in the root of his cock. He was going to explode right into her mouth, hot and scalding and strong. There was no help for it; he only hoped he didn’t scare the hell out of her when it happened.

  His hand shot between her legs, fingers searching deep to find her dripping down the insides of her thighs, creaming for him. She was melting, all liquid and warm, and knowing she was getting off on giving him head only intensified what was already the most amazing experience of his life. He struggled to hold back the flood until he’d rolled them to their sides, positioning her so he could lock into her cunt as deeply as she was locked on to him.

  He spread her legs, draping one smooth thigh over his shoulder, and then he was eating his way to heaven—just a burning mass of need and desperation for every tender, swollen inch of her gushing pussy. It was crying for him, begging to be eaten again, and Jake answered its pleas with his strong, wicked tongue and warm lips. He sucked, probed, giving he
r head as if his very life were drawn from this tiny opening and pretty pink flesh that finally tasted of both their juices. How many years had he spent waiting for this moment, living for it, longing with hungry anticipation for the pure perfection of joining with her in a tangle of sheets and skin and erotic flavors?

  Her clit, lips, vulva—everything fell under his sensual command, and all the while she was locked on to his cock in a hungry rhythm guaranteed to make his eyeballs roll back into his head. It was so good it was driving him mad, and he had to clench every muscle in his long, hard body to keep from exploding. The need to come called, demanded, while he struggled to last as long as he could, not wanting the exquisite intimacy to end too soon.

  It wasn’t easy for her, he could tell. She was too new to it, but he loved her eager inexperience all the more. She tried everything she could think of, twirling her tongue around the wide, sensitive head, and then licking along his thick, vein-ridged shaft, before greedily sucking him deep inside the moist cavern of her throat once more. Oh, shit. He drew the ripe, near to bursting bud of her clit between his teeth, wickedly working it with the flat of his tongue, stroking it roughly, determined to bring her first. The instant he felt her climax pound against his face, her syrupy sweet cream bathing into his mouth, he lost it.

  She was working to draw him deeper, and Jake couldn’t help the surge of his hips as he pushed into her, filling her mouth with his pounding flesh. He was worried it was too much for her, but she didn’t try to pull away. He almost cried as she dug her hands into the firm muscles of his ass, pulling him to her, and it was too much. His hips thrust while he shot himself against the back of her clinging throat in a powerful stream. She made a startled sound of shock, nearly choking, and then he could feel her mouth working and knew she was eagerly swallowing down every drop. It was so outrageously sexy, coming down her throat; he just kept going and going, unable to stop the surging flow.