Fireman Daddy - Taryn Quinn Page 0,11

leaned into my touch. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“It’s too much.”

“Would it be so bad, having a family with me?”

He lowered his mouth to mine. Again, I got swept away into the heady rush of pleasure. He seemed to know just how to touch me.

As if he was made for me.

I scraped my fingers through his beard then looked down at his still-hard cock digging into my belly. “I don’t even live here. I don’t want to live here.”

“Why? What’s so good about the city? You have everything you need up here.”

“Please stop.”

He kneaded my ass. Jake wasn’t gentle. I wasn’t glass and each time he gripped me tighter, it was just more proof that he wanted me.

He rocked against me. “I’m playing dirty and I don’t care. Now that I’ve touched you, I don’t want to ever stop.”

No way could I go down that trail of thought. The spicy bonfire scent of him was making me insane. And the fact that he actually knew what to do with his tongue and fingers.

Imagine what his cock could do?

Nope.

That was what had gotten me in trouble here in the first place. I was lust-drunk, that was all. His impressive length pushed against the undone buttons of my dress and made the teeth of his zipper peel open in deference to his girth.

I reached into his jeans and gasped at the size of him. Proportional should have been a neon sign over his head. Dios. I dragged the head of his dick across my bare stomach, smearing myself with his precum.

“Jesus, Freckles. That isn’t helping.”

“I know.” I tried to do the math in my head. I was as regular as the sunrise, and there should be no way I’d get pregnant right now. At least I was pretty sure. “How far away is the drugstore? Did they build any new ones close by?”

“Not close enough.” He tipped his forehead to mine with a groan, then tried to step back.

I gripped him tighter and wrapped my other arm around his neck. He boosted me up, and I linked my legs around him. “Inside me.”

“Freckles…”

“Just do it. Please. I’m so tired of being empty.”

He set me back on the pool table, his mouth back on mine. I pushed at his shirt, needing to feel more of him. He reached behind his head and dragged it off, tossing it on the table. He lifted my ass and set me down on his shirt, still warm from his skin.

He lifted my knee up and turned me slightly. “Are you sure?” He painted the head of his cock along my center. The angle would about kill me. Jake was so much taller than me—broader in so many ways.

Walking bowlegged wasn’t a boast. I might not be able to walk at all.

And I was so on board.

I curled my fingers into his belt loops and dragged him closer. His jaw tightened as the broad head of his cock slid into me. He watched—unabashedly—the first deep stroke.

I arched my back and blew out a breath. It had been a damn long time since anyone had been inside me. My nails dug into his pecs as he pushed my legs open enough to make room for himself.

“God, you’re splitting me apart.”

“You’re so goddamn tight.” He stilled, letting me get used to him. I could see that it was killing him to stop. Every muscle in his body tensed, and a single bead of sweat slithered through his chest hair and hit my finger. “Freckles?”

“More.” I gripped him tighter, but I needed him to move. My hips undulated lightly. The sensory memory of the act was there, even if it had never felt anything like this.

His size was staggering.

Jake was everything I never knew I needed. Everything I was afraid to want.

He reached down and dragged his knuckle around the top of my pussy where we were joined. And then, just like before, he found my clit like he had some GPS coordinates for just what I needed.

He left me, then his hips snapped forward and…

“Yes. God, yes.”

There was nothing but Jake. Around me, inside me, over me. He braced himself with his forearm, and his mouth sealed us together completely. I curled my arms around his shoulders, wound my legs around his hips and held on.

Arching into him, we found our rhythm.

I clung to him like a lifeline as I raced for that feeling from before. The heady, brain busting orgasm that pushed aside the noise that always seemed