She moans the second I move my hand, but it’s only briefly because I tuck my fingers into her underwear, the heat of her needy skin burning mine.
“Fuck, Toby.”
“Tell me that you’re not going to walk away, Jodie. Please,” I shamelessly beg. And it’s not just because I need her. There’s a whole host of other reasons I need to keep her, and not just to be the final part of my revenge plan. Reasons I’m not comfortable thinking about, let alone acknowledging.
“Oh God, please,” she begs as I push two fingers inside her, grinding the heel of my palm against her swollen clit.
“Not until you tell me.”
“I-I’m not,” she gasps.
“You’re not what, Demon?” I ask against the side of her mouth, desperately waiting for the words so I can completely own her once more.
“I’m not walking aw—”
I swallow her words as my lips crush hers in a bruising kiss that rocks me all the way down to my toes.
I curl my fingers inside her until I find her G-spot. She cries out but I steal them all, kissing her so violently that the copper taste from one of our lips fills my mouth. But if she notices then she’s not fazed by it, because not two seconds later does her pussy tighten down on my fingers and she throws herself off the edge of the cliff, moaning my name into our kiss.
I don’t wait for her to finish before I pull my fingers from her body and rip my trousers open.
In a heartbeat, I have her feet off the floor in favour of her legs wrapped around my waist as I drag her underwear to the side and thrust inside her.
Her scream of pleasure as her orgasm begins to ebb away bounces off the walls around us.
My fingers dig into her arse as my hips start to move.
“Fuck, Jodie. I can’t even explain how much I fucking need you.”
Whatever her response was going to be, it’s cut off when I capture her lips again, and I don’t let up until we’ve both ridden out our highs and she’s full of my cum.
Exactly how it should be.