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His fervent fury as he took her this way, watching her, watching himself, yanked at her insides, lighting her up, making it impossible for her to control the orgasm that was about to burst from deep inside her. “I’m…” she shrieked, her head, flailing, screaming, “Fuck, fuck me.”
He did, he did until the heat pervading his cock erupted, spewing himself into her, his breath ragged as he yelled out, calling her pussy the most beautiful fucking pussy ever.
He sluggishly pulled his cock out of her, rubbing her low back as it sagged, her legs shaking. “Sweets, lay down.” He tapped her leg. “Right here, just lower your legs.”
She slid down on her side, letting her head rest on the soft rug, watching as he reached up to the counter and grabbed a washcloth.
His hand rested on the apex between her legs. “Spread just a little so I can clean you up,” he whispered, looking at her, the way her eyes diverted away from his as if she was self-conscious.
“Um, okay.” She opened her legs slightly, feeling the warm, wet washcloth gently rubbing against her outer lips before dipping between them. She shut her eyes, trying not to think about him cleaning her up, him caring for her. She shuddered from the intimacy of his touch.
“There,” he said, tossing the damp cloth away, lying beside her, pulling her onto his chest, and stroking her hair. “Kind of made a mess, but I love the feeling of being in you without a condom.” His voice was a nurturing murmur. “You?”
“Um, it feels nice. Yes, I love it.” Her voice, a nervous murmur, sounded restless to him.
He looked down at her, lifting her chin up toward him. “You okay, Sweets? I did plan to go slower and be more soulful. Just lost control once I felt you, sorry,” he explained.
A soft smile crossed her lips. She didn’t know how to tell him that she loved the fierce fucking. It was the aftermath, his gentle voice, his soft touch, his care that made her squirm, not knowing how to respond. “Don’t say sorry. I loved it,” she said.
He let out a sigh. “I’ll try harder next time, but you are too much.” He languidly stroked her hair.
Popping her head up, her big green eyes focused on him with a big smile. “There won’t be a next time if you don’t feed me; I’m starving.”
He laughed. “I have fruit and cheese. I ran out of time…”
“I’m hun-gree, mate…so I’m thinking steak, pizza, Chinese food or…something big, really starving…can’t have an apple and protein shake and work out like this.” She poked his chest. “My trainer is brutal.”
“Mmm…like the idea of being your trainer. Let’s shower. I know a great Japanese restaurant; their pot stickers and steak teriyaki are addictive. It is family-owned, plus they let me keep some champagne there, and they always carry my go-to Merryvale cabernet because I eat there so often. Oh, and Iama Super Bowl champion,” he chuckled, sitting up and pulling her with him.
“Of course, there’s that. I’m up for Japanese.”
In the shower, he insisted on washing her hair before soaping up her whole body. He stood behind her, his hands working the lather into her skin, then cupping her breasts, squeezing them from behind. She could feel his cock grow hard against the top of her ass, the shaft pushing against her crack, his hands increasingly more aggressive with the flesh of her breasts. “Fuck,” he groaned from behind her as she turned herself in his arms. “Promise, I’m trying…prom…”
Her mouth captured his promise hungrily, and as much as she wanted food, she wanted him more, so when he pushed her against the wall of the shower, lifting her legs up, and thrust himself into her, she shut her eyes, letting her body soak in the sensations of the warm water, his hands on her sudsy body, his hard cock pressing into her, her vagina screaming for more, his heavy breathing in her ear, the urgent, uncontrolled force of him in her. Once she registered it and took it in, her body responded to the piercing feeling between her legs, scattering throughout her body, rippling through her nerves. “More, harder, fuck me,” she urged, hearing guttural moans bouncing off the walls in the shower as their release synced together. Finally, he lowered her legs, holding her against him as she gained her footing,both letting the warm water beat down on them as their bodies recovered.
“Just a sec, let me grab a towel,” he said, turning off the shower. He handed one to her, letting her dry off. Then held open a large white terry cloth robe for her to step into. “This is for you.”
As she turned to thread her arm into the sleeve, she caught a glimpse ofRMembossed on the front pocket. “You bought me a robe? You had my initials put on it.” Disbelief rang in her tone. “Um, thank you,” she whispered, slipping her arms in as he held it open, then turned her, wrapping her up in the fluffy white robe and tying the belt. “Jake, um, I…thank you.”
Leaning down, he brushed his lips against her forehead. “Of course, Sweets, wanna take care of you.”
She squeezed her eyes shut, blocking the tears that threatened to break free. God, this was all too much, she thought, all of it.
“Blow dryer is in the second drawer,” he said, pointing.
“Thanks. I feel weak, I really have to eat…” Plugging in the blow dryer, she shot him a look, her eyes narrowing, her mouth creeping into a small smile. “So keep your hands off me.”
Shaking his head, he looked down at his cock. “You’re safe, Sweets. He’s toast for a while. You wore him out.” He smirked, looking up at her. “But he loved every second.”
Chapter Thirty-Six
An elderly Asian man greeted them as they arrived at the restaurant, instructing them to sit at the bar, telling them he’d get them a glass of the Jake standard—champagne—he explained to Rakell. She could hear Jake’s name whispered in the kitchen, then a young, very fit Asian man in his thirties came out, took off his gloves, grinning, shaking Jake’s hand, praising the Super Bowl win, thanking Jake for asking his parents’ restaurant to cater the big luncheon the day after.
Jake introduced Rakell to him. “Ren, this is Rakell…my girlfriend.” There was a hesitancy in his tone.
Rakell extended her hand, meeting Ren’s smile. “Nice to meet you; Jake says the food is great here.”
Ren looked at her as if he was trying to remember something. “Sorry, but are you the woman from the San Antonio game, the cover model?” he asked tentatively.
