Free Jake (Men of Clifton Montana Book 1) by Susan Fisher-Davis

Becca laughed. “Oh, I intend to keep it up, Stone.”
    “Evil
woman.” Jake chuckled against her neck before licking and sucking at her
sensitive skin.
    She enjoyed what he
was doing, but she wanted more. “Kiss me, Jake,” she pleaded and then moaned
against his mouth when he complied.
    Dear God! The man could kiss.
    Jake moved down
over her body with open mouth kisses. Becca’s stomach quivered under his
amazing lips. He unsnapped her jeans and pulled them down her legs, following
behind with his mouth. His tongue ran along her thigh to her knee and back up
the other side. Her black silk panties were damp. She was wet and ready for
him.
    “Jake, please, I
want you,” she said, lifting her hips off the bed.
    “Not yet, Red, I
want to savor you,” he whispered against her inner thigh. Hooking his fingers
into her panties, Jake pulled them down, tossing them to the floor. Spreading
her legs wide, he moved his arms under her knees, and kissed the red curls at
the juncture of her thighs. He looked up at her and waggled his dark brows. “A natural redhead.” He gave her an evil grin, making her
laugh.
    But her laughter
ended in a gasp when he moved his tongue between her folds. Her head went back
against the pillow as Jake moved his tongue over the sensitive nub and took it
gently between his teeth. She grasped hold of the sheet with both hands, trying
to find something to anchor her before she flew apart. “God, Jake—yes, oh yes.”
Pleasure pulsed through her, and flashes of heat stole her breath.
    When Jake moved
away from her, she whimpered and reached for him. “No, come here.”
    “Don’t worry, Red,
you aren’t getting rid of me.” He was back in no time with a foil packet.
    While he tore open
the packet, Becca finally got to push those jeans down over his hips and free
his erection. “Oh, Jake,” she breathed, stroking him. He was huge, hard, and he
felt like velvet over steel. She took the condom from him and rolled it gently
down his shaft.
    Jake kissed her
hard as he moved between her legs. She reached between them, guiding the head
of his penis slowly into her. As he pushed in, she sighed, her hands going to
his ass to pull him tighter to her. “Nice ass, Stone,” she said breathlessly.
The sensation of him working his way inside of her was incredible.
    Jake chuckled. “Right
back at ya, Red,” he groaned as he slid in full to the hilt and stilled.
    The pleasure and
pain was almost unbearable. Almost, because when he put his forehead to hers
and whispered in the sexiest voice ever, she nearly melted with the pleasure. “I
knew it would feel like this.”
    The idea of giving
him pleasure intensified her own, making her smile knowing she’d done that.
    “You feel so
fucking good,” Jake said as he started to move in and then out, slowly. “Wrap
your legs around me,” he ordered against her lips and growled low in his throat
when she did.
    When she did, he
began to pump. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung, kissing him on
his chest, his throat—anywhere she could reach. Her eyes roved over his face.
Watching him close his eyes and throw back his head with ecstasy thrilled her
soul. They set a rhythm. Slow at first, then faster and harder. Becca met his
thrusts, lifting her hips, begging for more.  
    Sex had never been
this good for Becca. “Jake, you feel so good,” she cried. She felt another wave
coming over her but she didn’t have time to question it. Clinging to him, she
bit his shoulder, wanting just as much of him as she could get, but she
couldn’t hold out. The pleasure was just too much. Rhythmically she held him
tight, squeezing him as her orgasm took her over the edge, and she swore she
saw stars. She cried out his name, and then she felt him stiffen. He pummeled
into her harder and harder until he followed her over, groaning her name. When
Jake moved to roll off her, she hugged him tight against her. He kissed her
forehead.
    “I’m too heavy.”   He rolled