Oh… my…
He stills, and my core hugs him. Hot and wet. Filled with tension, pleasure, and a need for relief.
“Jaden...” I call softly, and he drives himself into me again, my body almost breaking.
We stay locked for another moment while I clench around his hardness.
“I knew you needed it badly,” he says, his lips touching my hair this time.
He pulls back and thrusts into me with force, both of us crashing against the wall. A curse escapes my lips.
His soaked fingers slip into my mouth.
“Stay quiet, baby.”
His voice courses through me, husky and raw, every fiber of my body turning into ecstasy.
He slams into me again and again while I close my mouth around his fingers and lose control fast.
He brushes my hair to the side, exposing the back of my neck, and runs his tongue over my skin, scraping my flesh with his teeth. I moan, indulging in that sensation, and he fills me up again, biting my shoulder.
My squeal ripples through the air, bouncing around the house. My pain is real and yet so pleasurable.
I shake and tremble, needing some relief.
He crushes me under his weight and keeps ramming into me, my breasts filling his palms, his fingers clamped on my nipples.
More fuel to my fire.
I close my eyes and squirm against him, curving my body, hungry for his thrusts. He keeps pounding me harder and faster before he suddenly stops.
I flick my eyes open, my breath catching.
I could kill someone right now.
His cock throbs inside me as I keep writhing against him, unable to stop my hips from grinding.
“Please…Please. Don’t stop.”
His fingers slip between my folds.
“Wet like fuck,” he murmurs to himself, stroking my clit with his forefinger, tapping it gently.
It’s like the drop that breaks the dam. The tension peaks, and breaks in a split second, a crying moan leaving my chest.
He starts moving his hard meat into me again as I roll with a wave of mind-blowing pleasure, another orgasm barreling through me, and then he allows himself to ride that high with me.
15
JADEN
“You’re fucking perfect,”I mumble under my breath.
“What did you say?” she asks, swiveling her head to me, surprised.
Her hair is damp and stuck to her face, neck, and tits, her skin glimmering with sweat.
She’s still panting.