Page 70 of Bump and Run

“Yes!” I moan.

He reaches around me to cradle my clit between two fingers, rubbing and fucking me until I’m purring like a damn kitten in heat.

“You’re mine, Ellie,” he groans. I spasm with lust. “Tell me that no one else makes you feel like this.”

“No one—!” I gasp, barely able to speak.

Climax takes over, crashing around me like a fierce ocean wave and there’s nothing I can do but lie here and drown in it.

Junior kisses my neck as I come, chuckling softly in my ear as he does every time I submit to him.

I settle against the pillow and he pushes off of me to rip the condom off. I feel his bare tip against my ass, dripping and shaking as he strokes himself in a tight fist.

I crane my neck to watch the torture on his face as he ejaculates, enjoying the expressions that cross over him. Ropes of him spray against my skin and he marks both of my bare cheeks with his warmth.

He lets out a final grunt and drops his cock, letting it twitch against his thigh. “Goddamn, I love this beautiful ass…” he says, slapping me again with his open palm.

I chuckle. “It’s not that impressive.”

“Never tone down your strengths.” He raises a finger at me. “Even if you have to fake it.”

I cringe. “Quoting my dad probably isn’t the best thing to do after coming on my ass, Junior.”

“Shit, you’re right. Sorry.” He gives my cheek another tap before climbing off the bed and retreating into his bathroom for a rag to clean me up with.

I lie still, watching the sweat glisten on his skin as he moves across the room. “Did you mean what you said?”

He takes the warm, wet towel and glides it across my rear. “About what?”

“About owning me?”

“I say that because it’s what you like to hear,” he says. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but every time I say it, you come within seconds. I certainly have.”

“But did you mean it?”

He folds up the towel and tosses it across the room, easily landing it in his laundry basket in the corner. His eyes trail up my body to mine but he quickly looks away. “I don’t know how to answer that.”

I shift onto my side. “Why not?”

“Ellie…” he hesitates.

“Answer the question, Junior.”

“Yes, of course. I meant it,” he spits. “But no one could ever own you, Ellie. That’s why I want to.”

I let the words sink in and my brow furrows.

Slipping casually in and out of Junior Morgan’s bed for the last few weeks probably hasn’t been the best idea. I’ve grown attached to him somewhat — but I never expected him to feel that same attachment to me.

“Look—” he says, overruling my chance to react. “Don’t read into that. What we’ve got going on right now is more than enough for me.”

I push the disappointment aside. “Is it?”

“Yeah. I like having fun with you. There’s no reason that should change.”

I nod, playing the part. “I agree.”

His eyes shift to his bedside clock and he sighs. “I gotta get to practice.”

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