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"Fuck, yes," he says. "Suck my cock, baby."
He puts one hand on my shoulder and the other on my head, and he fucks my mouth slowly. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, stroking with my hand while I bob my head up and down. His cock is thick and hard in my throat, his hips moving faster as he tosses his head back. I prepare myself to feel his cum in the back of my throat, but all of a sudden he yanks me up by my arms.
"Turn around," he orders. "I wanna come inside you."
My pussy clenches as he whips me around, bracing my hands on the wall as he drives quickly inside me. I groan and buck my hips back and Jake plows into me fast and hard, his hips slapping into my ass as I mewl in pleasure. His cock is driving me wild, ramming my tight pussy over and over, and I brace myself as Jake yanks my hair back.
"You like that, Sarah?" he asks. "You like getting fucked against the fucking wall?"
I can't respond--I've bitten my lip so hard it stings, Jake still pulling my hair.
"I wanna fill you with my cum," he says. "So fucking bad."
"I want it," I gasp. "Please, Jake, please."
"Tell me you want me to knock you up," he says. "That you want my baby in you.Say it, Sarah."
"Get me pregnant," I groan. "I'm all yours, Jake. I'm yours!"
"Come for me, baby," he whispers. "Come on my cock."
I do as he asks, my hips bucking as I come and come hard around his thick cock. In that same moment, I feel his hot cum fill me, drip down my thighs...but he's pushing it back in again, desperate to get me pregnant.
I don't know what it is--if I'm going crazy, if my biological clock is suddenly in overdrive--but this is what I want. I like playing this game of roulette, waiting for him to knock me up, knowing how much he wants to get me pregnant.
Chapter thirteen
Sarah
Wemeanderourwayout of the bathroom and out to the living room after our shower, half-dressed and eager for more. My head is empty of all my plans for the day--what I was planning on doing for work, how I was supposed to meet up with Reagan, any of it. All I can feel is Jake's cum still inside me, the whole body tingling with pleasure, my lips bruised with kisses.
I go to the stove to make us both a grilled cheese, hungry for a post-coital snack. As I cook, Jake comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist, his hard chest pressing against my back through my oversized t-shirt.
"You know how fucking irresistible you are?" he asks, his lips on the shell of my ear. "In theory, I should be spent...but I'm sure I could get hard enough to bend you over and fuck you against the counter right now."
I laugh softly, though his words make my nipples sensitive to the scrape of fabric, my pussy wet. "I'm starving," I say. "You've got to let me cook."
"I have half a mind to undress you again and cookfor youwhile I keep you naked and ready to be fucked in your bed," he says, and his dirty words make me shudder.
"You know how to cook?"
"Cher, I'm from cajun country," he says with a low, gruff laugh. "I could cook you all kinds of things. Take off your clothes and let me show you."
I'm tempted to take him up on it...but the bread is already in the pan on the stove, butter sizzling.
"Grilled cheese now," I say. "You make me cajun food later. Deal?"
He snorts. "Deal."
Jake releases me and I listen as he steps away and walks toward the fridge, the door opening with a chime of glass.
"I don't have any booze, but you're welcome to a lemonade," I say over my shoulder, not looking at him. "There's ice in the--"
"Sarah," Jake interrupts. "What is this?"
I turn around to find him standing by the counter, the box of Plan B in his hand. He looks...well, I don't know. It's hard to tell how he looks, especially when what I do with my body is none of his damn business.
I frown. "It's birth control," I tell him. "You knew I would have to do it. I mentioned it last night."
