Chapter 1
Emma’s POV
“Oh f**k, Jake—yes, right there, baby,” I moaned, pitching my voice higher than it needed to be, letting the words spill out in that breathy, encouraging way I’d perfected over the last few months.
My thighs were clamped around his hips, nails digging lightly into his shoulders like I was really losing it, but the truth was I could feel every single one of his frantic thrusts and none of them were hitting where I actually needed them.
He grunted above me, sweat dripping from his forehead onto my collarbone, his rhythm already stuttering.
“s**t, Em you feel so good—f**k, I’m close.”
I arched my back a little more, rolled my hips up to meet him, trying to chase something, anything, but his c**k was sliding in and out too shallow, too fast, barely grazing the fron
