Page 69 of Fated Shot

“I don’t have a condom, but I can still take care of you,” I say, planting a wet kiss on her collarbone as I start working my way up her neck.

“We don’t have to use one,” she says breathlessly. The words stop me in my tracks as my head whips up, eyes meeting hers. “I’ve never done that before, but I trust you. I-I’m on the pill, and I haven’t been with anyone else.”

I genuinely don’t think my brain can comprehend through the pulsing I’m now feeling in my eyes.

“I—Uh, I’m—”Fuck, those aren’t words.

I think she broke me. I’ve never done this before. I’m staring at her most perfect eyes, and I can’t even believe this moment is happening. Thankfully, she places her hand on my torso, and it whips me back into the present.

“I’m clean,” I say finally. “And I haven’t been with anyone since the first day I saw you at Cordelia’s over the summer.”

Her surprised face regards me. “You haven’t?”

I shake my head, returning to kiss the sensitive spot at the base of her neck. As if I could ever want anyone else after she walked into my life. She changed everything with one fucking laugh. One minute, a tiny glimpse into her sunshine world, and I was hooked.

Just like that, she pulls me back to her face as we explore each other hungrily. I’m straining in my pants when she wraps her legs around me, grinding her hips against my erection again. Running my hands over her hardened nips poking through the thin fabric of her dress, she shivers.

I take a step back and a deep breath to calm myself down before unzipping my suit pants and pulling them down with my boxers. She instinctively shimmies closer, barely teetering on the edge of the counter as she lifts up the bottom of her dress, revealing her perfect, glistening pussy to me.

Gripping my cock with my fist, I pump twice before stepping forward to line myself up.

“Are you sure?” I ask, withholding the tip from making contact.

“I’m sure.” She nods, all seriousness in her eyes. I thrust into her, as she whimpers when I fill her. The feeling of being inside her bare is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The intensity of feeling every little sensation, knowing I’m the one she trusts enough with this, is over-fucking-whelming.

I groan loudly when she squeezes around me. It’s agony waiting for her to adjust before pulling out again and driving back in, giving her all of me. The look of pure ecstasy in her eyes when I’m fully inside her, bottomed out, sparks something wicked in me.

Without pulling back my hips, I lick my thumb before resting it over her throbbing clit where we’re joined. She immediately cries out, hand snapping up to cover her mouth as I start to circle slowly. Her hips are moving along with me as my cock is buried inside of her.

Her breathing is getting faster, ragged gasps slipping as I speed up the pace of my finger. Her little moans are getting muffled behind her hand. A fucking travesty, really.

Maintaining my circling, I use my free hand to tug hers away from her mouth. “I want to hear you, Mia,” I say as she bites her lip, struggling to stay quiet, still writhing in pleasure.

I let myself thrust just once, hard, unable to contain myself before returning to the task at hand. This is about her, anything to make her feel good.

She’s filled completely, and my hands are still working her, circling around her throbbing clit once again. It’s a miracle I don’t come on the spot at the sensual moan that rips out.

“Jack, that feels—” She licks her lips, unable to finish her sentence, eyes squeezing shut.

“That’s it. I want everyone here to know who’s making you feel this good.” Let them all hear. I’m staking my claim right here and now.

She’s close, gripping tightly around my cock, her legs shaking as she pushes deeper into my hand with a whimper, “I’m so close, Jack.”

I’m not even thrusting at this point, but the sounds she’s making, combined with the way her pussy squeezes me, are going to send me.

“Good girl, just like that,” I say.

She’s seconds away from spilling over the edge, and it’s driving me wild. I love seeing her like this; it’s addicting.

“Who’s girl are you?” It comes out demanding and possessive, but fuck, I want her to say it. I need to hear her fucking to say it.

Her eyes open, meeting mine while her body still moves with me. Breathless but confident, her voice calls out, “Yours.”

I drop my head so that she can feel my breath on her face. “That’s right, Mia. You’remine,” I say, driving deeper into her. That’s all it takes as she screams out, pulsing around me and I fall right with her, spilling into her.

When we finally rejoin the table, no one seems to have even noticed our absence as we settle back in. I sit with my knees outstretched, hand splayed on her soft thigh beside me. She’s quiet and subdued, little hums to the music every now and again, still looking like goddamn perfection next to me. She’s perfect andmine.

As the night starts to wind down, a few of the guys head out to close up their tabs while Max, Penn, Evan, Mia and I hang back to finish our drinks. It’s been so nice having her here; it’s exactly where she’s meant to be. She’s exactly what I’ve been missing, swooping in and making everything in my life better.

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