Page 63 of No Place Like Home

“It hurts…” she breathed. “So good.”

Fuck.

The way she said it, the rasp of her voice. All minimal things I never really found sexy during sex.

Why was I letting her take control of the situation?

“I’ll make you feel even better,” I promised as I kissed her cheek.

I took hold of both her arms and pinned them above her head. It was easy enough to hold them both with one hand. I then kept kissing her collarbone, and her back arched. Her breast was aiming at my face. I peppered kisses down her chest and then took a tan nipple into my mouth. I’d never thought much about small breasts, but something could be said about having it all in my mouth. I was now a fucking fan.

My other hand slid down to her middle. My finger met where we were connected, and I found it all to be fucking hot. Then brought it back up and started to play with her clit—this drove her fucking wild.

Her head lolled, and her eyes rolled. She started to buck under me, and her pussy was now drenched enough that she could take all of me.

“That was nothing, mamas,” I bragged as I began to fuck her like I had been imagining.

I let go of her hands and held onto her hips. Jess's hands gripped the bed sheet, trying to hold on to something—anything.

“Omigod!” she screeched the first noise I heard her make.

And I wanted her to lose all control.

My hips started to move faster and looking at her face, lost in pleasure, I couldn’t help but kiss her. Jess took control of our kiss. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders.

“Faster,” she begged as she held onto me.

I gave it to her faster, and she didn’t scream in my ear like I had hoped, but I was sure I would feel the burn of her nails for the next few days.

CHAPTEREIGHTEEN

My body washot in an unnatural way. Not like “ooh, warm blankets wrapped around me” but more like a sweaty furnace. Blake liked to joke that I was a cold-hearted bitch since I had a lot of blankets because I was always chilly, but that didn’t seem to be the case today.

Fuck.

Shit.

I’d fucked up.

My eyes sprang open instantly, and I had to bite my lip so I wouldn’t scream bloody murder. For a second, I’d forgotten all about last night.

Shit.

Fuck.

I did the nasty with Q.

“Promise me one thing,”he had said.

I was so crazy with lust I would have probably offered him my firstborn if he’d asked. Slutty Jess was about to combust, and she agreed to be his friend. Slowly, I removed myself from his hold. When he didn’t stir, I let out a relieved sigh. I needed to get away from here and gather my thoughts before facing him again.

Mostly I was scared that he would open those gorgeous eyes and speak in that sexy tone, and slutty Jess would be back screaming “encore.”

No thanks.

I tiptoed to my closet, grabbed the first things I could find, and then I got the hell out of my house.

Perhaps it wasn’t the wisest decision to leave my own house and do the walk of shame.

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