Training Her Curves - Dallas (A BBW Billionaire Domination and Submission Romance) (11 page)
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Authors: Christa Wick
I felt my own cheeks dimpling. He drew me into his arms, our foreheads touching lightly.
"I'll take that as a yes."
I nodded, my face too tight with my smile to say anything.
Jake led me into the bedroom and sat me down at the edge of the mattress. I had showered yet again once we arrived at the suite. He had taken the opportunity to order dinner, candles and rose petals. Watching him walk around the room lighting the dozen or so candles, I took a deep breath in. Everything smelled divine. The fresh, brushed linen and down filled pillows welcomed the weight of my body. The room was perfect.
He was perfect.
The last candle lit, he turned the lights off and returned to the bed. Grabbing the sash on my robe, he started to tug.
"Let me help you, love."
Remorse welled up in me and I stopped his hands. A flicker of doubt crossed his face, doubling the guilt I felt. Even after everything he had said today and all the instances in the last two months when he had called me "love," I hadn't said it back.
I looked up at him, my lips trembling. "I love you. I'm sorry I never said it before. I knew I was falling in love with you before we ever reached Dallas, but I didn't have the confidence to tell you. Can you ever forgive me?"
"If you let me take this robe off," he said, his smile trembling all along his bottom lip.
I nodded enthusiastically, laughing at how easy things suddenly seemed between us. He finished tugging the sash open. His hands drifted up to the lapels and he pulled them apart. His tongue darted out, briefly wetting his lips as he pushed the sleeves down my arms.
With my breasts exposed, he stopped undressing me to test their weight and the responsiveness of my nipples. "Swollen already, baby."
"With you, always," I whispered.
He stripped the robe from the rest of my body and moved me onto my back in the center of the bed. Stepping away, he started to undress, slow and sexy as I pushed up on my elbows and watched. It shouldn't have been possible, but the sight of him was even more mesmerizing than the first time I saw him. At the club, his black leggings looking like they had been painted on his body, he had been a hypnotically dangerous predator as he prowled across the room to where I sat at the bar.
Now, candlelight bathing his naked flesh and glittering in his eyes, he looked like an incubus, an ethereal creature there to seduce my soul from me. Gladly would I give it.
Climbing onto the bed, Jake parted my legs, inspected how wet and swollen I had become watching him strip. Groaning his approval, he lowered his mouth to my mound and inhaled.
"Nothing in the world smells better than you, Alexa." His lips and tongue dipped down as his thumbs peeled back my labia. Taking his first lick, bliss spread across his face and he groaned again. "Nothing tastes better."
I could say the same of him and I would before the night was over. But, at that moment, I was mute from the rush of pleasure and the pooling heat between my thighs.
"You're quiet, love." His thumb trailed the length of my clit, the pressure increasing as he reached the hood and its hidden pearl. "If I can't make you talk, do you think I can make you scream?"
I sucked a shaky breath in and answered. "I know you can."
His eyes fluttered shut and then his mouth covered my pussy. With a slow, inexorable sucking, he forced my hips up. His tongue slicked its way down to where my cunt wept and ached with need. I started to rock, my mound insistently pushing against him after the long absence. Fingers snaked into me and rubbed just inside my cunt.
He knew every button I had to push, from the small nodule his lips manipulated to the larger bulb hiding just inside my gate that his fingers pressed against over and over. Wanting to jerk on his hair and pull his face harder against me, I satisfied myself with rough squeezes to my breasts. He looked up as I did so and I felt a shudder pass through his body.
"Mine," he said, breaking contact with my pussy and rearing back to sit on his haunches. One of his big hands seized a breast while the other pushed three fingers thick into me. In and out the fingers fucked, twisting and thrusting until my thick cream turned slick and thin, coating his fingers and palm.
Pulling all the way out, he added a fourth finger and slowly pushed back in, his thumb pressing hard against my clit. My torso levitated off the mattress. He pushed me back down and began to twist my swollen and aching nipple.
My first scream erupted, body jerking, cunt spasming.
"More for me to taste," Jake groaned and pressed his chest against the mattress. Down he went, sampling me with tongue and teeth, licking my cream and nibbling my flesh. Soaking his thumb inside me, he trailed its wet pad down my perineum to the star of my ass.
Another climax ripped through me as his thumb penetrated that tight hole. I pushed my fingers through his hair, gripped the soft, dark strands and forced his mouth hard against my cunt so that it felt like we were bone on bone. I surged upward, body shaking and my ass drawing tighter and tighter around his probing thumb.
My second scream, this time his name and a plea for him to fill me with his cock.
Grinning, he rolled onto his back and ordered me to change positions. "Hands and knees, baby."
I obeyed, my nipples dragging over the bedding that had seemed so soft earlier but had now become like sand paper from my swollen arousal. Beneath me, Jake wiggled along the mattress until his face was between my legs and his cock proudly pointed at my mouth. Accepting his invitation, I lowered my lips to the fat head and began to suck.
The things he did to my pussy while I had him in my mouth filled me with the need to clamp my jaws together. Shielding his thick shaft with my tongue, I began to bob up and down as my cunt seesawed against his face. His hands wrapped around my bottom, his strong fingers denting and kneading the flesh. He took little bites along my labia, his teeth scraping over the clit whenever he changed sides.
My lips tightened. I sucked harder, took him deeper. My hips lost all control. My body bucked like an untamed mare saddled for the first time. I came, squirting and covering his face.
Before I could finish, Jake moved out from beneath me. Seizing my ass, he shoved his cock into my cunt. Hard and deep he drove. One hand wrapped in my hair. With his forearm flat against my back, he pushed my breasts and face into the mattress, my head turned to the side so that I could see our bodies wild and fucking in the dresser mirror.
He held me like that, weeks of unmet need thickening his cock. My flesh warmed, stretching to accommodate him. He felt so fucking good -- penetrating me completely then pulling back, the fat head hooking just inside the swollen rim of my cunt. Another plunge, another attempt at withdrawal, my flesh too tight and greedy to release him.
"Fuck baby, so perfect." He wedged a hand between me and the mattress, his middle and ring finger running a hard line against the length of my clit as his hips ground a tight circle against my ass, his cock digging at me in the same pattern, ravaging my swollen insides left and right, forward and back until I screamed one last time, my hands fisting the bedspread and my cunt twitching.
He came in long, thick spurts until I was so full of his cum and cock that the fluid oozed around his shaft and onto his balls and my thighs. Pulling out, he collapsed against me. Sweat beaded on our bodies, chilling us so that we were forced to take refuge beneath the covers.
Jake hugged me to his chest, his hands making short excursions down my back and across my bottom before curling around my face while his tongue swept into my mouth. My tears would no sooner dry than I would start crying again, so happy that he hadn't give up despite all the reasons and opportunities I had shoved at him.
He kissed me again, this time with all the sweet innocence and promise of a deep love that I would spend the rest of my life preserving.
Because he deserved it.
And so did I.
#####THE END#####
Okay, I know I said this was the final installment in Jake and Alexa's story. But, c'mon, you know there has to be the proposal and a wedding. Question is, how many Kehoes will be getting married? (You can't see it, but I'm wearing an evil grin.)
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