Page 54 of Inked Persuasion

“Oh, crap. We’re right at the edge of it, and it’s only going to come harder and pound into us,” she said and then burst out laughing. “I didn’t mean that to sound so sexual, but here we are. I say we make it home. It’s only going to get worse.”

“You’ve got it,” I said and pulled out of the parking lot.

The roads were wet and a little messy, but not too busy, thankfully. I had visibility out of the windshield, but my wipers were on full blast, and it was getting harder and harder to see as we got closer to the house.

Annabelle didn’t say anything as she sat next to me, but she had one hand on the oh-shit bar, the other on her leg as if afraid to touch me. I only saw that at a glance when I turned, but I was glad I didn’t have any other distractions because all I could do was focus on the road and try not to end up in the ditch. I pulled into the garage, grateful when it closed behind me, and turned off the car.

“Dear God,” I said, finally letting out the breath I wasn’t aware I’d been holding. My heart raced, and I shook my head. “That was ridiculous.”

“We are drenched, and I feel like we just ran a marathon. My teeth hurt because I was grinding them. I was so afraid I might say something and distract you.”

I leaned over, pulled her close using the back of her neck, and kissed her hard. “You’re always distracting, Annabelle.” I figured I should be honest. At least as much as I could be.

Her eyes warmed, and she grinned before leaning over to bite my lip. I growled and kissed her again. I nearly pulled her over onto my lap in the car but thought better of it.

“I could fuck you right here. Or I can fuck you in the house. You decide.”

“I’m getting cold, let’s go take a hot shower,” she purred, and then she was out of the car, and I was following her, reaching for her as we made our way down the hall. My hand slid up her dress, her skin slick, and I plunged my fingers into her panties and inside her wet heat. She shook in my hold, letting out a startled breath.

“Foreplay,” she gasped.

“I thought that’s what I was doing.” I crushed my mouth to hers. I worked my fingers in and out of her, my thumb rubbing her clit. Both of us were clothed, her purse still over her shoulder, and we’d only made it to the hallway. I needed to touch her. I needed to get her out of my system.

Because the sooner I did that, the sooner this would be about just sex—better for everybody.

I twisted my finger ever so slightly and pumped harder. When she came, I kept moving, and then released her before picking her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and we made our way to the bedroom.

Somehow, we were stripping each other out of our clothes, both of us tugging and pulling, and my mouth was on hers, then on her skin. I played with her breasts, needing to touch and to taste. She pushed me away slightly, and my back hit the wall of the master bath a second before she was on her knees in front of me.

“My turn first,” she said and then licked the tip of my cock.

“I’m pretty sure you just came on my hand, so I was first,” I said before I licked my fingers, meeting her gaze. “But you’re always welcome to try and make it up to me.” I tangled my free hand in her hair and pulled. Her lips parted, her eyes going wide.

“You want me to fuck your mouth?” I asked, my voice a growl.

She swallowed hard before leaning forward, both hands on my hips, and swallowed me whole. She gagged slightly, and I pulled away before she hollowed her throat again and moved. I moved my hips with her, and we found a rhythm, her mouth warm and inviting and oh so good. I was about to come already.

But I didn’t want to come down her throat. No, I needed to be inside her. Which was probably wrong of me, especially when I should push her away in everything that mattered. But that wasn’t going to happen right now.

Instead, I pumped in and out of her mouth, her lips swollen around my dick. When I started to feel myself falling over the edge, I pulled away and tugged her up so I could kiss her hard again.

“Jacob, I want you to come,” she whispered.

“I will, but it’s my turn again,” I said and then pulled her down to the floor, the soft bathmat under my shoulders. She fell on top of me before moving so she could rub her wetness over my dick.

I kissed her again, playing with her nipples, then slid my hand between us, grasping the base of my dick.

“You ready?” I asked.

She nodded, and then I cursed.

“Crap, condom.”

She reached for the drawer nearest to her and pulled out the box of condoms she knew I stored there. I wasn’t sure I liked that she knew so much about my house and where things were... Or the fact that I knew how she liked her coffee or where she stored stuff in her kitchen. But these were just condoms. This was only sex. She was making things easier for us by having things in reach. It wasn’t changing things. This couldn’t be serious.

She slid the condom down my length and then straddled me again. I gripped her hips, met her gaze, and then she slammed home on top of me.

We both groaned, and she leaned forward. Since her breasts were right there, I licked one nipple and then the other before moving my hips, fucking her as she met me thrust for thrust.

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