CHAPTER 5
JAKE
My body gave up fighting him. He tongued me until I couldn’t think, until I was shaking and writhing, until every nerve in my body screamed.
Then his fingers were back, slicker this time, sliding in easy. He angled them—
“Ahh—f**k—ahhh—” My back arched as he hit it dead-on.
“That sound,” he muttered, crooking his fingers again, harder. “Gonna f**k it out of you until you don’t know your own name.”
“Please, I can’t—”
“You can. You’re taking it so good.”
My legs trembled as he drove his fingers into my prostate over and over, edging me until my c**k was leaking constantly, throbbing, begging.
“Miles—I’m gonna—”
He yanked his hand away again.
“No—!” My voice cracked, desperate.
His smirk was pure sin. “Condom. Lube. Now.”
I barely had time to breathe before I felt
