Page 79 of Savage Rancher
He doesn't know that yet. Maybe he never will.
Jake's hand moves to his belt, his eyes locked on mine. Dark. Hungry. Possessive.
He thinks he’s going to punish me. He thinks he's in control.
He touches himself through his jeans, and my breath catches. The outline of his cock is already hard, straining against the denim.
"You want this?" His voice is rough.
"Yes." Oh, hell yes.
He unbuttons his jeans slowly, deliberately, watching my face the entire time. The zipper comes down, and then he's pulling himself free.
His cock is thick and hard, the tip already glistening.
He strokes himself, slow and deliberate, his eyes never leaving mine. "Open your mouth."
I do.
He walks toward me, still stroking, and the sight of him—this dangerous, deadly man reduced to need—makes heat pool low in my belly.
He rubs the tip against my lips. Once. Twice.
"Taste me."
My tongue darts out, licking the bead of moisture from the head of his cock, and he groans.
The sound goes straight through me and throbs in my pussy.
He thinks he's the one in control because I'm on my knees—because he's standing over me, his hand in my hair, guiding me—but we both know the truth.
I could destroy him with a word. With a phone call. With the files hidden in my house. But that’s not what I choose.
I choose him.
I choose to take him in my mouth. I wrap my lips around him and suck, slow and deliberate, and his entire body goes rigid.
"Fuck, Emma." His hand tightens in my hair, not pulling, just holding. Anchoring himself.
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks, using my tongue the way I know drives him crazy.
His hips jerk forward involuntarily, and I hum around him.
"Jesus Christ." His voice is wrecked. "You're so fucking good at this."
I am.
And I like it.
I like the way his control fractures when I lick him. The way his breathing becomes ragged when I suck. The way his hand trembles slightly in my hair as my fingers caress his skin.
I like that I can reduce this man—this soldier—to desperate need.
I pull back slowly, letting him slide almost all the way out, then take him deep again. Fast. Hard.
His groan is guttural. "Emma. fuck?—"
I do it again. And again.
