His Ransom 4(2)

“Ahh—” My cry was cut off by the crash of his lips onto mine. I moaned and he deepened the kiss, his hands moving down over my body quickly. Every touch sent a new burst of fire through my nervous system. I’d thought that after a month of sleeping with this man, my desire would have started to die down. Instead, I only wanted him more.

I could feel his need in the way he tore his kisses from my lips, his mouth burning on mine. I needed him, too. As he tore off his shirt, I stepped quickly out of my pants. He unbuckled his belt.

“God,” I said, gasping for breath. “I can’t—please—”

I turned, my hair sticking to the wet canvas. It was smudged beyond repair. Jake shoved my shoulder back, pinning me with his broad hand to the painting that was now completely wrecked.

“Oh, ohh—”

His lips pressed onto my neck again. His teeth nibbled the hard line of my collarbone all the way down to the hollow in the middle of my shoulders. I gave up trying to save the painting. It was lost. My hands threaded through his hair, pulling him close. I could feel his hardness through his pants. God, I was so wet.

How could a man do this? He turned me on and teased me to the edge of insanity with his lips. As he kissed me, he pushed and pulled, leading me past desire and into a crazed passion. My lips trembled against his.

Then his hand was shoving his pants down, exposing his hard cock. I barely had time to take a breath before he was on me, forcing between my thighs. I cried out as he thrust upward, smearing paint vertically with my whole body as the brush. His cock pushed through my entrance roughly.

“Ahhh!” I cried, feeling his thickness inside me. He was hard as steel, and his thrusts lifted me up. I stood on tiptoe, rocking back down with his already-quickening rhythm. I placed my hands against his broad shoulders, trying to balance.

“Jesus, Lacey, you’re so damn tight,” Jake said. His hand slid over my ass, gripping the curves there. He gave a quick spank and I squealed.

“I love it when you do that,” I gasped.

Jake’s eyes twinkled green from under his tousled hair. I could see the beginning darkness of sweat at his hairline as he began to move inside me.

“I love it more,” he said. He spanked me again, and I clenched. The sharp thrill of pain gave way to an even more intense pleasure as he kneaded my ass with his strong fingers.

Another spank.

“You tighten up every time I do that,” he said, smiling. His eyes were wide pools of pleasure as he thrust upward again, this time slowly, easing his length into me. I moaned. He spanked me again.

“Maybe it’s just you getting bigger,” I said breathlessly. He grinned.

“God, you’re perfect,” he said. He pressed a kiss onto the top of my head as he thrust into me, rolling his hips. I gasped as his muscles brushed the top of my swollen flesh, sending me almost over the edge. I drew a ragged breath as he rocked back.

Perfect. I had never heard myself described that way before. My body was all curves and swells, nothing you would find in a magazine model. And yet when Jake looked at me, touched me, I felt that he was telling the truth—that I was perfect for him.

“Lacey,” he moaned. He placed one hand against the canvas and rolled into me again. I heard the hitching of his breath that told me he was close to orgasm. My leg came up around his thigh and he gripped it with his free hand. He pushed in even deeper. I clenched, feeling the growing ache of pressure inside of me. We would both be there soon.

“Take me,” I whispered. I took his bottom lip between mine and sucked hard. He groaned.

He rocked into me, bracing himself against the canvas. His body slid over mine, his hands holding me up even as my legs went liquid. The pressure in me was too high, too high. He drew back from a kiss and put his forehead to mine, staring me in the eyes.

“Now,” he said, his voice a growl. “Come for me.”

I inhaled a gasp at his words, and as he plunged deep into me I screamed. I was over the edge, flinging myself headlong into ecstasy. Explosions of pleasure burst through my nerves as he thrust again and again. I held onto his arms for dear life as the climax shuddered through me.

Jake pulled my leg around him and thrust quickly once, then twice. I heard him take a breath and then felt his hot seed as he stilled, his orgasm right on the heels of mine. He was hard, steel-hard, jerking inside of me as his whole body rippled with pleasure.

“Oh, Lacey—” he moaned. He reached around, cupping my head and tilting it up for another kiss.

I kissed him back helplessly, my body too weak to do anything but collapse willingly into his arms. We both slid down the canvas to the ground in a tangle of paint-splattered arms and legs, him kissing me all the while.