Chapter 11

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Nia

Before I can even answer, he's got his other hand on my waist, and I'm bent over the bed, the length of his erection fitting against my ass.

The hard edges of it feel so good, I moan even as my face presses into the covers.

I've still got my underwear on, he's in his boxers, but the thin cloth does little to dim the pulsing ache that he's causing as he presses deeper into my flesh.

His hands slide up my ribs, pulling the straps of my tank down my arms with a quick motion that frees my breasts in a second.

Before I can even gasp in a breath, he's got them both in his hands, tweaking my nipples as his palms hold the weight of them.

I let out another moan of pleasure as he gives each of them a good hard squeeze as he pushes our hips together over and over. The friction is sending tendrils of excitement pulsing through me.

Pleasure is building, the ache so much more intense than anything I've ever experienced. He's still holding my breasts in his hands, using them to pull me closer as he pumps against me .

I fist my hands in the sheets just riding the pleasure for all it's worth. My body is spiraling higher as he pumps harder, and I know I'm going to break soon.

No one explained this one to me either.

He's not even inside me. How does it feel this good?

I'm whimpering, pushing up on my tiptoes to feel even more of him, my thighs beginning to tremble as I get ready to cum.

But that's the moment he lets go of my chest, stepping back.

I cry out a protest as I lift my head. I need him back against me, I'm so close to the best orgasm of my entire life…

I look back over my shoulder just in time to see him yank down his boxers and my eyes go wide.

I had no idea that this man's erection would be so…amazing. And a little scary too because I have heard Jess's friends talk about the size of cocks a lot, so I know for a fact that Jake is big.

My mouth opens and closes as Jake's hands come to my hips and he yanks down my panties until they're around my knees.

And then he's got his hands on my hips again, his erection pressing right against my opening.

That's when the fear zings down my spine.

"Jake," my voice comes out as a croak, tight with worry.

He stills, his hands still holding my hips, but the pressure instantly softens. "Yeah, sweetheart?"

The way he says it, it makes me relax again. It's been fast and just a touch rough in the hottest way possible, but he's still Jake. He's in control and he doesn't sound angry, more concerned.

"I just…I wanted to tell you…" I draw in a breath, even as one of his hands comes up to my hair, brushing it to the side and over my shoulder. It's so tender that I reach for his hand, holding it in mine. "I've never done this before."

His fingers jerk from mine, his eyes going wide as his mouth parts in surprise. "You're a virgin?"

Regret lances through me. I don't want him to stop. I'd like nothing more than to get rid of my virginity. It feels like some hurdle I should clear before I try and make it on my own .

And weirdly, I trust Jake to be considerate about the whole thing. Which is so telling. With my body, I trust this man. "It doesn't change anything," I cry. Starting to push up from the bed. "I don't want you to stop."

"I'm not taking your virginity doggy-style with a hot, fast fuck," he spits but one of his hands comes between my shoulder blades, pushing me back down.

I start to resist, not letting him press me into the bed. Did he just say he wasn't going to….

But, before the words come out of my mouth, his other hand settles between my legs as he rubs his fingers through my lips.

Now he doesn't need to push me back down, I go willingly, my ass in the air. I'm dripping wet as I push into his hand.

He rubs up and down me again, inserting one finger inside me. "Christ, Nia, you're so fucking tight."

"Is that bad?"

"Oh sweetheart," he murmurs, pumping his digit into me. "It's so fucking good, but it's going to take a bit of adjusting before I go shoving my cock inside you. I'm not beginner-sized."

I'd laugh if what he was doing to me didn't feel so good.

He slides his finger out, putting his thumb in, the rest of his hand settling in the crack of my ass in way that only makes me hotter before he bends down and takes a long lick right over my clit.

My entire body jerks with how good it feels, the orgasm already building.

"Oh my God," I whimper as he starts to swirl his tongue over my clit.

I don't care that I'm probably way in over my head. Don't care that he has all the power as I grind against his face. "You're so delicious," he murmurs into my pussy before he sucks hard.

I let out a whimpering cry that sounds like a half sob, as he pumps in and out of me. And when his teeth graze my clit, I lose it, cumming so hard my vision blurs.

But Jake isn't done.

Surging up, he's flipping me over onto my back with a single arm. I don't even have time to react, the move showcasing every rippling muscle before he's on top of me, sucking one of my breasts into his mouth.

"Oh," I moan out, burying my hands into his hair as I press him closer.

But he resists the pressure, moving over as he takes the other nipple into his mouth. He tugs the tank further down my torso. "You're going to ruin the set," I laugh as the tank rips in his hand.

But he doesn't laugh back. Instead, he relaxes back, tracing one of the bruises on my ribs. "I'm not scaring you, am I, sweetheart?"

I blink back at him. Scare me? I've never been less scared in my life. He's strong and his movements are all power, but there is no anger in them. They are controlled in a way that leaves me free to enjoy without any fear. "Not at all."

"I know what your father has done," he starts, skimming his hand over another bruise.

"Toni's not my father," I shake my head, not wanting Toni to be part of this at all. "But you can be my daddy."

His hand jerks away, his mouth thinning into a hard line. "Nia."

I know I'm working out some kind of issues. I don't think about it too hard as he straightens up, standing next to the bed.

Because his cock is still rock hard and now it's leaking the smallest bit of fluid. "When it drips like that, is that like me? Is it because you're excited?"

"Nia," his voice rings with a warning, but I'm not scared of him. Not now.

I slide up and then pitch forward, flicking my tongue over the liquid collecting it from the tip onto my tongue, before I pull it back into my mouth. I want to know how he tastes.

My eyes close as his salty essence hits the roof of my mouth. I like it.

I hear him hiss out a breath. "You taste good, Daddy."

"Fuck. Me. Stop calling me…" But I lean forward, running my tongue over the small slit in the head of his cock before I place a soft ki ss on the tip. "Yeah, sweetheart," he groans, his head tipping back, his earlier remonstration forgotten.

In answer, I do exactly what he did to me, I lick and then I suck, grazing him with my teeth.

"Where did you learn to do that?" he hisses.

"You taught me," I answer, licking him again before I slide my mouth over the head and take more of him into my mouth.

"I taught you?"

I slide off, looking up at him. "Just now. I'm doing what you did to me. Do you like it?"

He stares down at me, his eyes dark and dangerous, but they don't scare me now. In fact, they make me even hotter as I suck more of him, sliding my lips as far down his cock as I can go.

He's rumbling incoherent words, his hands sliding into my hair as he pulls me further down on his cock.

I take him in, loving the feel of his fingers in my hair and on my neck. I love how I've stolen his words, that he wants me as much as I want him.

I swallow as much of him as I can, choking a little but I am so past caring. This is more than I ever imagined it would be.

His thighs begin to tremble, and I know that means he's close. But I don't want this to end.

I've never felt more in control of anything than I do in this moment, and I ease back, looking up at him.

His hands tighten in my hair. "Sweetheart, I need?—"

"What do you need, Daddy?"