The Jock by J.L. Beck Page 0,55

also preparing me for his cock.

“You should see yourself, see how pretty your pussy is with my fingers inside it. I can’t wait for my cock to be in there.”

“Please,” I beg, unsure of what I’m asking for. Do I want him to fuck me? Touch me? Make me come? I want all of those things, right now.

Ignoring my plea, his movements remain leisurely. Each stroke of his fingers is precise, touching the exact spot he intends. Upping his pace, he moves faster and deeper, rubbing at some special spot at the top of my channel.

“Come for me, come on my face. Soak me, baby.” The words are muffled by my folds, but they do their job.

Lifting my hips, I grind my core into his face. Cage chuckles or I think he does, but I can’t remember anything after his lips close over my clit, and he starts to suck. The combination of his mouth and his fingers working me over sends me into oblivion. Rattled to the core, my entire body shakes, and the orgasm zings through me like a lightning bolt.

My entire body tightens, and I clench onto his fingers, half holding them inside while half trying to push them out. The pleasure is so great that I drop my hands onto the mattress and hold onto it to keep myself in place.

A moment later, as I’m drifting down from my high, Cage gently withdraws his fingers and rises up from between my legs. His lips glisten with my juices, and I’m mesmerized by him. He towers over me, looking like a god, his body sculpted from stone.

Reaching for him, I run my hands over his chest and down over his well-defined stomach. I trace over each ab, which moves with each heaving breath of his chest.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” His voice comes out breathless.

“Yes, I want this. I want you,” I say without giving my brain a chance to think up a reason why I shouldn’t want him.

Lifting me by the ass, he scoots me up the mattress until my head reaches the pillows. His body blankets mine, and I conjure up the strength to look down at his cock. It swings between his legs like a bat, and the mushroom head glistens with a bead of liquid.

“Fuck, stop looking at me like that. This is your first time, and I need to take you slowly, not fuck you straight through the mattress.”

I almost laugh, but it catches in my throat when he parts my legs further, and the head of his cock brushes against my entrance.

He’s going to break me. Rip me in half.

Fear starts to rise up inside of me, and I grab onto his shoulders to secure myself. He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth and pulls away an inch, his eyes scanning my face.

Lifting a brow, he asks, “Birth control?”

I nod. “Yes. I’m on the shot.”

“I’ve never gone bare with anyone, but I want to with you. Are you okay with that or do you want me to put a condom on? I’m good with either.”

“No condom is fine,” I tell him, nibbling on my bottom lip with worry. Even as scared as I am to do this, I don’t want anything between our bodies. I want to feel him, every inch of him.

Nodding, he positions himself on his forearms and lines up our bodies. Cage swipes his thumb across my trembling bottom lip. His eyes become two emeralds as he looks down at me, watching my face for any type of reaction.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but there isn’t any way around this.” His words come out strained, and I realize then that his entire body is trembling. I can’t imagine the effort it is taking him not to plow into me right now. He’s used to girls falling onto their backs and taking them hard and fast, and for the first time in his life, he’s slowing down.

“I know. I don’t care. I want you.”

Lifting my leg, I dig my foot into his ass, bringing him closer. Pressing the head of his cock to my entrance, he slowly slips inside. Feeling stretched but not in pain, I urge him forward, my lips parting, and my heart racing out of my chest as he moves another glorious inch inside me. There is a pinch and a sting of pain that moves outward like a wave. Above me, Cage grits his teeth, and his eyes