“Jazz—”
She lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it behind her. When she loses the bra, too, I automatically step closer.
“I want the memory of your hands touching me,” she continues. “Your eyes on me. When I’m dozing off tonight, I want to feel the delicious ache you leave behind after you’ve been inside of me.”
I look to the ceiling for some divine guidance. “Fuuuuuck.”
Jazz’s full lips turn up in the corners, probably because she knows she has me.
“Kingston, I want you. We can deal with the real world tomorrow.”
I place a soft kiss over the purple bruise forming on the side of her face, pausing there for a moment. When did I become the guy who does something like this? I'm touching a nearly naked, stunning woman, and my lips are on her fucking temple. Jazz brings out a side in me that quite frankly, I didn’t know existed.
“Lie down.”
Jazz lowers her body onto the mattress, scooting back toward the headboard as I strip down to my bo
xers. Her dark hair fans across the pillows, and I can't help but think about how right she looks in my bed, eyes hazy with desire. I crawl onto the bed until I'm hovering over her, trailing my fingertip across her collarbone and down her arm.
Jazz's nipples pebble into tight buds as goosebumps scatter along her bronzed skin. My beautiful girl moans when I seal my lips over one peaked tip, swirling my tongue around it. She death grips my biceps when I switch to the other.
“Kingston...” Her hips buck upward. “This feels so good, but I don’t want gentle. Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass.”
I raise myself into a plank position and stare into her eyes. Jazz’s cognac orbs bounce between mine, pleading with me to listen.
I cock an eyebrow as I give her a wolf-like grin. “Oh, princess, you’ve gone and woken the beast.”
Jazz’s eyes glint with excitement right before I wrap my hands around her tiny waist and flip her onto her stomach. She squeals when I push her ass up, leaving her upper body flat on the mattress. I bite one cheek before looping my fingers beneath the flimsy straps of her thong and roughly yanking it down.
Fuck.
She's already wet and needy, and I can't wait for a second longer to put my mouth on her. Without preamble, I give her one long lick from crack to clit. Jazz gasps as I dive in, kneading her round cheeks with my hands while my tongue fucks her pussy. She eagerly pushes back into me as I devour her, fisting the sheets and begging for more.
“You taste so goddamn good,” I mumble, alternating between licking and sucking her hot flesh. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll see stars.”
“I’m good with that,” she pants. “Space is pretty.”
This girl: Always such a smartass.
Jazz moans as my laughter vibrates her pussy. I slide two fingers inside her and pump them in and out while ravishing her clit with my tongue.
“God,” she pants in that breathy voice I love so much.
“God’s not the one who’s about to make you come, sweetheart.”
I don’t give her time to formulate another sassy reply. Instead, I feast on her cunt like a man starved, licking and sucking and finger fucking until she’s screaming my name. I don’t even give her time to recover; I shove my underwear down just enough and plunge into her while she’s still spasming.
“Fucking hell,” I groan as I fully sheath myself.
I grab Jazz's hips, drawing back to the tip, before pushing in again. I reach forward, gathering her long hair and wrapping it around my fist. I yank on the thick strands until she's toeing the line between pleasure and pain, knowing exactly how she likes it. I fuck her hard and fast until skin slaps against skin, and our breathing is ragged. I slide my other hand to where our bodies are joined, coating my thumb with the evidence of her arousal.
With my fingertips digging into Jazz’s lower back, I press my thumb against the tightened bud between her cheeks, stimulating the sensitive nerves. My hips continue driving into her without mercy, working her over until her pussy’s throbbing and clenching around me, signaling her impending climax.
“Shit, I’m gonna come,” Jazz shouts.
I smile when she presses into my thumb. “You want something from me, sweetheart?”
She cranes her neck to glare at me. “Fuck off.”