The pretzel shape he has my legs in allows him to hit a new spot I haven’t felt before, sending shockwaves up and down my spine as he pounds into my pussy. It doesn’t take long until I start to climb the orgasm rollercoaster, every thrust bringing me closer to the top until he angles my hips upward, and I fucking soar almost off the mattress as my release breaks free.
“Oh my God, Jake,” I scream, arching my back when he doesn’t relent. Continuing to jackhammer me with his cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he growls, locking eyes with me as his hips effortlessly move against my body. “You’re going to give me at least one more.”
“I can’t. It’s too much,” I pant, unsure how to even form words at this point as my body explodes.
“My girl is an overachiever. She can accomplish anything she sets her mind to, so why don’t you focus on coming for me again?”
He lifts my hips slightly, quickly putting a pillow underneath them, not stopping his thrusting once.
“Holy fuck,” I shout, overcome with pleasure as he somehow hits me even deeper. My pussy walls begin to clench around his cock, starting slowly at first, and then quickly spiraling into nonstop squeezing.
Jake moans loudly, increasing the speed of his hips and the sound of our skin slapping against one another. “Fuck. I’m going to come…”
I fall off the cliff at the same point I feel his cum spill inside me, my pussy milking every last drop out of him until he collapses against me.
“That was?—”
“Fucking amazing,” he says, finishing my sentence as we both breathe heavily.
We lay there motionless for ten minutes before throwing our clothes on and making our way into the living room, needing to replenish the energy we’ve burned.
Chelsi’s on the couch, watching TV when we walk into the room. “I assume Kate screaming ‘Oh my God’ followed by your name earlier means the two of you are good?” she asks with a sly smile, arching her eyebrows to make it clear she knows exactly what we’ve been up to.
I blush, diverting my gaze.
Jake laces our fingers together, kissing our joined hands. “Yes, everything is good between us now. We had a long talk,” he replies smoothly, gently turning my chin until we lock eyes. “And yes, I was fucking my girlfriend. Plan to do so multiple times tonight. You might want to wear headphones to bed, Chelsi.”
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
jake
The next evening,Kate grabs the remaining items out of the kitchen for dinner as I do a quick replay in my head of the conversation I had with the private investigator, not wanting to forget any of the details he shared about her father.
Although I wanted to tell her right away, I’m grateful she asked me to wait because it gave me time to fully process everything and let the shock wear off. I need to be a pillar of strength for her when I share the news, not showing any of the anger that was raging inside me when I first found out.
“Dinner smells great, Kate.” Chelsi reaches for the salad bowl, giving herself a healthy serving. “When you move out, I’m going to miss you the most. But your cooking is a close second. Don’t be surprised when I unexpectedly show up for dinner sometimes.”
I chuckle, knowing that, with Chelsi, it’s very likely to happen.
Kate smiles softly. “You’re always welcome at our house.”
“Yeah. Just knock or call first. Otherwise, I can’t promise you won’t get a show with your dinner,” I tease, winking at Kate.
“Jake!” Kate blushes and lightly smacks my arm.
“What? It’s true,” I reply, taking a bite of the crispy chicken parmesan. “And she’s right, your cooking is amazing.”
Chelsi and Kate chat back and forth, smiling and laughing like they probably do every night, making me wonder how they’ll handle living apart when the time comes. I focus on inhaling my food, wanting to get eating out of the way so I won’t be distracted when I tell Kate about her dad. All day, I’ve debated on when to tell her and decided that dinner with Chelsi was probably the best option.
As soon as there is a lull in the conversation, I clear my throat, and Kate’s eyes snap to my face. It’s like she subconsciously knows I’m about to say something important because the smile on her face slowly fades into a look of concern.
“What’s going on, Jake?” Kate asks nervously, setting her fork down.
Chelsi’s eyes dart back and forth between Kate and me, trying to assess the situation and anticipate what’s coming.
I exhale deeply. “We need to talk about what the PI found out about your dad.”
