Page 87 of The Scars We Heal

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned before latching my lips onto her index and middle finger, sucking them clean. “All for me, baby?”

“No one else.”

“Do we have to keep playing this game?” I whimpered. She was so close to me. All I had to do was reach around her to unclasp her bra.

“Nah,” she replied, and I jumped.

My hands snaked around her back, undoing her bra and letting her breasts spill out. She slid the straps off her shoulders, and I lowered my mouth to her breast, swirling my tongue around her peaked nipple.

She threw her head back, hands grasping at my hair and lightly tugging on the strands.

One of my hands planted firm on the small of her back, while the other dipped below her waistband, swiping up her center.

I released her nipple with a pop, tilting my head up. “You’re absolutely soaked for me.”

She nodded, gasping when I curled a finger inside her. “Please, Jake.”

“Please, what, Cait?”

“More. I-I need more.” Her hands, still in my hair, pushed my mouth back down, and I latched my mouth onto her, biting, sucking, and licking away the sting until a small bruise flowered on the swell of her breast.

“Couch,” I mumbled before kissing the love bite I’d given her.

I removed my jeans as we hastily moved over to the sofa. I crawled over her, grinding my cock against her panties.

She reached down between us, cupping the bulge in my boxers.

“Take them off,” I told her, lifting my hips so she could hook her fingers in the waistband and pull them down my legs. Once they were around my ankles, my dick pressed against my stomach, hard and aching.

Caitlin wet her lips with her tongue and gazed up at me through her lashes.

“You look like you want something, Cait baby. Do you want me to stuff my cock in your mouth, is that it? See how far you can take it?”

She fluttered her lashes, eyes nearly rolling back as she nodded. “Yes, please. I want that.”

“Open up,” I said, fisting my cock as I moved to straddle her chest, supporting myself on the couch’s armrest. “Let me know if it’s too much, yeah?”

“Yeah. I will.” Her lips parted, and I guided the tip between them, inching my way into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of my cock, and a moan tore out of my throat. She hummed around me as my length sank deeper, nearly halfway to the base.

I thrust a little deeper into her mouth, and Caitlin gripped my thighs as I settled into a steady rhythm.

“You take my cock so well, Cait,” I said between thrusts with greeted teeth. “Letting me fuck your throat like this.”

She moaned around me, the vibrations creating a new sensation. If she kept going like this, I was going to come. Hard. So, I moved to pull out, but she pulled my thighs back toward her, keeping my length in her mouth, and sucked.

“B-baby,” I moaned. “C-Cait, I’m gonna come.”

The tip of my dick hit the back of her throat, and my balls twitched, hot cum spilling down her throat. I threw my head back, a string of expletives falling from my mouth.

I pulled myself out of her lips with a pop and backed up, my chest heaving with deep breaths.

“How was that?” she asked, a bit shyly.

“How was that?” I parroted, still trying to catch my breath. “That was fucking incredible. I’m not done, though, Cait baby.”

She raised her brows. “You’re not?”

“No.” I shook my head. “Get on your knees.”