RAW DESIRES:{50 Stories of Passion}
he said, voice low and gravelly, taking my hand in his.
His palm was calloused from the garage work, warm against my skin as he led me out of the kitchen, into the sitting room.
Jake sank down onto the couch, stretching out on his back with his head propped against the armrest. His jeans was still on but the bulge was obvious, stirring back to life as he looked up at me, standing there naked.
“Get over here,” he commanded, patting his chest. “Lay on me, ass to my face, so I can taste that sweet pussy again and your mouth on my cock…suck it like you mean it.”