Pucking Ever After(Jacksonville Rays, #2.5)

by Emily Rath

I don’t know what game you’re playing with Caleb right now, but this is not a game to me, Jake. You are not a game, and I don’t take what we have lightly.” “I know,” he says, turning his attention back to the beer in his hands. “But I won’t apologize for how I feel about him. Just like I won’t apologize to him for how I feel about you, Jake—”

He steps in closer. “I’d like to know your demons better. Seems only fair when you already know mine.”

We’ve got about three and a half minutes,” I pant against his mouth, listening as a room full of tipsy people start singing the first chorus of ‘Sweet Home Alabama’.

he presses inside me, working me all the way open. “Such a good fucking girl,” he hums against my mouth, making my pussy clench around his fingers. “You want a deep, dark truth from me? Give me one of yours first. Show me what this body wants. Show me what she fucking craves. I want to feel you take your fucking rules and bend them ’til they break.”

“I am going to devour you.” He says the words like a vow, an incantation. “I am going to strip you fucking bare and drown in your perfect cunt.”

I reach out with my other hand, brushing my fingers down the middle of his stomach, stopping just above his belt. “Come on, daddy…don’t make me beg.” Got him.

I gasp. The pain zings right through my body like a slap to the clit. Oh, fuck yes.

“I’m going to choke you with this dick and paint your pretty mouth with my cum. Would you like that, Hurricane?” I whimper, clinging to him with my free hand as I rub down his shaft. “Do it,” I command. “Put me on my knees, Cay.”

I reach for his belt with both hands. There’s no way we’re not getting caught. Smiling, I open his belt. Worth it.

But in this moment? With this baby? Yeah, I couldn’t find my chill right now if I was Dora the Freaking Explorer.