Page 51 of Forget Me Twice

I pull the hand away and tilt my head so that I have an unobstructed view around her jaw. It’s the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Mesmerized, I gently stroke two fingers over the bulge there.

“You took it all, Jelly Bean. Look how well you took it,” I rasp out. The old, long-forgotten nickname slips out between us like a treacherous thing.

A pang of disappointment resonates when she doesn’t seem to respond to it, but then I notice that her cheeks are wet and starting to flush. I pull back, reluctant, but knowing that she needs oxygen.

I’m not exactly small.

Sabine, of course, uses my kindness as an opportunity to unleash her smart mouth again. She pulls off with a gasping breath, my dick slipping out with a trail of saliva connecting it to her puffy lips. “I might not have a gag reflex, Sinclair, but I don’t have fucking gills,” she sasses up at me.

Fuck, if her words don’t just serve to stoke the flames.

I shove her back down on my cock.

“I’ve had enough of your wicked tongue. Now breathe through your nose.” I’ll be chivalrous this time, and not press her face right into my core.

She gives an indignant, garbled sound of protest, but then yanks my thighs in towards her, like she’s trying to feed the length of it all the way down into her guts, so I once again ignore it.

Both hands are in her hair now, and I’m starting to really lose myself. As I pound into that godforsaken-mouth, I feel a sudden kinship with Lake’s growing obsessive tendencies towards her.

Twisting and binding.

An addiction.

She moans again and that familiar pleasurable tingle shoots along my spine. The muscles in my legs tighten and my balls draw up. I look down, seeing the fire in her eyes, and despite the mascara making tracks and the saliva smeared across her cheek, she’s breath-taking.

Sabine.

The girl who left me standing, waiting, bleeding out next to a jungle gym when we were twelve.

My Jelly Bean.

The realization that it mightactually be hersteals what little air I had left in my lungs. The thought of having her here, all grown up andmine mineminecalls up that beast again and sends me hurtling over the finish line.

With a deep, broken groan, I unleash a torrent straight down her throat. Her name is a tortured whisper.

I pull away, half-delirious, the strings of saliva leading to her lips now laced with my cum. Fingers flex and slip out of her hair and I fall forward against the tile, leaning on my fists. My chest heaves with erratic breaths and my vision dances with white spots and the weird blue lighting of the bathroom.

After a long moment—silent, but for our panting—I take two unsteady steps back, and look down to tuck myself away. That’s when I notice there’s a perfect lipstick imprint on my pelvis, circling the base of my dick.

Jesus fucking Christ.

I’m not even a religious man, but the way she has me blaspheming is something of a divine thing.

Sabine hasn’t moved. Just kneels there, staring back at me with her half-hooded eyes. It’s the most life I’ve seen on her face since she arrived at Roxborough.

Then she pushes up to her feet and theatrically brushes her knees off. “Well, thanks f—” she starts, but I press forward again, my focus on her swollen mouth. The aggressive movement has the desired effect and cuts off whatever sarcastic quip she was about to throw at me.

Suddenly all I can see are those abused lips. I’m about to crash my own against them—when there’s a sharp intake of a breath and her face jerks away. My spine goes rigid. There’s something like trepidation in her eyes when she looks back and is finally able to meet my scowl.

What the fuck was that?

Why wouldn't she want to kiss me? Does she think I care that she just had my dick in her mouth?

Determined not to let her wrestle back the upper hand by rejecting me further, I reluctantly forgo the kiss.

For now.

Instead, I drop my face towards hers and say in a tense, heated whisper, “You seem to have forgotten that you belong tous, Winters, so consider this agentle reminder.” I angle away, searching her expression. Trying to get some kind of a read on her.Nothing. I feel a muscle jump in my jaw as I grit my teeth. “Just try and forget us twice,I fucking dare you.”

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