Page 90 of Just Like That

“Hazel.” He stopped to thumb over my swollen lower lip. “I need you to know something.”

I swallowed and nodded.

His eyes were nearly black with desire. “After tonight, you’re mine, and what’s mine, I keep.”

A strange surge of relief washed over me—like my lost, wandering soul had finally found the tether it had been searching for.

His hand slid up my thigh, and he pushed a finger inside me. I clenched in surprise. He shifted his weight, spreading me open. He ran soft wet kisses down my inner thigh. His teeth dragged against the thin skin just before he reached my aching core.

Heat coursed through me as he dragged one slow lick through my pussy. I squirmed against his tongue in a silent plea for more.

“Tell me,” he demanded, slipping his finger back inside me. “Tell me who you belong to.”

My back arched and my eyes slammed closed. “You,” I whispered. My body moved under him. “Only you.”

His wide palm splayed across my stomach, and he buried his face between my thighs. He devoured me, and he didn’t start off slow. Instead, he feasted.

I writhed against him, my hands finding the back of his head and riding his face. My arousal built. I squirmed, desperately trying to apply pressure to my clit as he tasted and teased.

Two fingers slipped inside me, along with his tongue, and I moaned. My pussy fluttered against him as my pleasure built and stacked in neat little bricks, ready to be pushed over the edge. When his teeth scraped against my clit, I hissed and nearly came off the bed. His other hand planted me firmly into the mattress as he pumped his fingers into me.

I was close.So fucking close.

I used every ounce of restraint to not come as I lifted myself onto my elbows. He glanced up at me, his stern look sending new sparks straight to my core. His hair was a mess, tousled from my desperate hands.

His lips glistened and arched into a grin. “I’ll give you whatever you want ... as long as you ask for it.”

I rolled my lips and gathered my courage. “I want to come on your cock.”

Without missing a beat, he was all over me. His weight was heavy as my legs spread for him. He shoved his pants and underwear to the ground, and the heat of his cock was pressed against my pussy. The tiniest shift would be all it took for him to slide inside me bare.

My eyes flashed to his. “Condom?”

His jaw flexed as though stopping for protection was the last thing on his mind. He reached into the bedside table, tearing open the package and rolling the condom over his thick, hard cock.

His hands were rough as he gripped my thighs and pulled me forward. I fell to my back and draped my legs around his waist. JP gripped the base of his cock as he slid the head through my lips. I bucked, begging for more, my pussy stretched around him.

“You’re desperate for it. I like the way you squirm.” The gravel in his voice sent a shiver up my back.

The head of his cock slipped inside me. I gasped and clenched around him, breathless and desperate with the need to be filled.

“More,” I pleaded as my back arched.

His dark chuckle rolled over me as he teased me with shallow thrusts. “Your greedy little cunt is already so wet for me.”

His hips pushed forward, thrusting into me, and I gasped as he stretched me open. JP moaned, and it was the single most erotic sound I’d ever heard.

He pumped into me.

My nails raked across his back as I moved in rhythm with him. One hand slipped under my ass, and when he changed the angle, I nearly came apart.

The base of his cock dragged across my clit, and I could feel the pressure of an earth-shattering orgasm begin to build.

“Tell me,” he said. “Tell me what you want.”

My mind spun, unable to fully articulate my needs.

Everything. Something. More.

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