“Easy,” I say in her ear. “Just me.”
“Grey,” she groans. “Get off me.”
“Getoutof you?” I roll my hips, eliciting another groan from her pretty mouth. “Really?”
She wriggles beneath me, and I hold her wrists harder. I start again, because her cunt squeezing my cock is going to make me lose control too soon. When I move, she stops. She blinks rapidly and stares up at me, squinting.
“Did you have a good dream?” I smirk at her.
Her pulse is quick under my fingertips. The hickeys on her neck are darker now.
There’s no hiding what I did.
“You—”
“I taste like you, if you don’t believe me.” I kiss her. I don’t give her a choice.
None of this is her choice—but it doesn’t stop either of us from chasing the feeling.
I pry her lips open and sweep my tongue into her mouth. Her morning breath isn’t too bad, surprisingly. I guess I always assumed that everyone woke up with dragon breath. I brushed mine before I snooped through her phone.
But no… I kind of like it.
Did Jack kiss her with morning breath? Or did she insist on rushing to the bathroom before they had any sort of intimacy?
My dick gets even harder at the thought that I’m experiencing Violet unmasked. Our kiss turns fierce. I bite her lip, drag my teeth down her flesh. She jerks her wrists against my hold and puts up a fight for a second. A minute.
Fire burns between us. She tears her lips from mine and twists her head to the side, kissing down my neck. The touch is electric jolts going up and down my spine. She marks me the same way I’ve marked her. Savage, then soft. Until I can’t take it anymore.
My balls tighten, and I slam inside her one more time. I still, coming hard, and a few moments later, I relax.
I loosen my grip on her wrists.
She rubs her face. “You can’t do that.”
“What?” I stay inside her. I like the feeling too much. Not that she’s in any real hurry to get me off her. She’s practically molded into the mattress. “I can’t make you come? Or I can’t…?”
“You can’t not use a condom.”
I smirk. “Why not?”
“Because you could have an STI—”
“I don’t.” I frown. “I get tested. I’m not a Neanderthal.”
“Uh-huh.” She reaches out and runs her hand along my jaw. “I have the worst headache.”
“Lucky for you, I have something for that.” I slip out of her and stand, but I get caught in another trance. Her pussy is fucking captivating, I’ll say that much. And the way my cum seeps out… I go back to her and push two fingers inside her.
She rises on her elbows and watches me.
I look up and rub her clit again.
“I’m sore.” She tries to push my hand away.
“Too fucking bad.” Her body is an instrument I’m quickly learning how to play. And I’m enjoying the ride. The way her thighs quiver and her hands grip the sheets. There’s a slight sheen of sweat on her collarbone.
I push her shirt up with my free hand and cup her tit. I pinch her nipple—not hard, just enough to make it stand even more at attention.