Page 104 of The Scars We Heal

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded, and he pushed inside, the head of his cock stretching my walls as he filled me, inching himself in.

A moan fell from my lips as he fully sheathed himself.

“I don’t know if I will ever get used to this tight”—he thrusted once—“wet”—and again—“cunt.”

On the third one, a cry fell from my lips, my legs starting to shake underneath me. I bit my bottom lip, trying to muffle my moans.

“Don’t be quiet, Cait.” He grunted, keeping a steady rhythm while reaching around to snake his hand beneath my shirt and pinch one of my nipples under my bra. “It’s just us, so you can be as loud as you need.”

“I’m going to—” I gasped as he plunged into me, hitting the perfect spot to send a ripple of pleasure down my spine. My head fell back as I climbed to an orgasm.

“That’s two,” Jake cooed in my ear. He pulled out, and the absence of him caused an ache in my core.

He climbed on the bed, lying on his back with his head on the pillows.

“Ride me. Take control. I want to see your face when you fall apart this time.”

God, his mouth. His words alone had me dripping, every ounce of my body teeming with pleasure.

I crawled up the bed to him, pulling off my shirt and unclasping my bra, letting both clothing items fall on the comforter.

Grasping his length, I guided him toward my center. He was already slick from my orgasm, and it took hardly any effort to sink down onto his cock. I rocked my hips back and forth, letting myself enjoy what was happening, free from worries about what my body looked like or the sounds I was making.

“That’s it,” he hummed. “You’re so goddamn sexy. How does it feel?”

“H-how does it feel?” I repeated, slowing my movements, though I didn’t stop completely.

“How does it feel knowing you’ve absolutely ruined me? That you occupy every single gap in my mind. There’s no one else for me. It’s always going to be you.”

“F-fuck.” My head fell back between my shoulder blades, and Jake grasped my hips, guiding me up and down on his length as he thrust his hips.

I was bouncing on his cock, and he was gripping my skin so hard I was sure he’d leave tiny marks for me to find the next morning. My hand reached down to circle my clit, the stimulation causing a wave of pleasure to wash over me.

“I wish you could see yourself right now,” Jake moaned. “Look down. Watch how good we fit together. How well your pussy takes me.”

My eyes darted down to our bodies joining together. The sight of his cock pumping in and out of me was fucking erotic, and I didn’t think sex had ever felt like this before. Before Jake, sex was a chore, but he allowed me to lean into my pleasure and take what I needed. It was empowering, and I never wanted it to stop.

Jake reached out, placing his fingers over mine, and we worked my clit together, bringing me to the edge.

“Jake!” I cried as I came.

He responded with a few grunts as his cock twitched inside me and he spilled his release into the condom.

My chest heaved as I came down from my high, and I placed a hand over his heart, feeling his pulse beat rapidly against his chest.

A strand of hair had fallen into my face, and Jake tucked it behind my ear.

“I love you,” he murmured.

“W-what?” My eyes widened. A love confession was the last thing I expected to come from his mouth at the end of sex, but there it was.

“I love you, Caitlin. You don’t have to say it back, but I’m in love with you. I have been, and I’m pretty sure I will be for the foreseeable future.”

“No.” My vision blurred, and I wiped the tears from my eyes. I realized I said that out loud when surprise flashed across Jake’s face. “I just mean, I love you, too.”

It felt right to say out loud, to admit what I’d been denying for months now. I was in love with Jake Flynn, and for the first time in the last ten years, I felt free.