Page 120 of Just Like That

His palms smoothed up my arms and over my shoulders, slipping beneath my cardigan and pushing it back down my arms.

We were both on edge—scared and needing some kind of reassurance it would all be okay.

“Make me forget,” I whispered. His blue eyes caught mine. “Make me forget everything but you.”

Without a word, JP scooped me into his arms. My legs wrapped around his waist, and his arms supported my weight. Our kiss was deep and sensual as he walked me to the bedroom.

Frazzled and drained from the day, a frenzy started between my legs and spread up my back. I didn’t want to think. I wanted tofeel. His strong arms held me as one hand kneaded my hip.

He placed me on the bed, standing between my legs. His index finger stroked down my nose, catching my lip before trailing down my neck and between my breasts. He gathered the fabric of my shirt, peeling the layers over my head and exposing my bra. My nipples pressed against the fabric, yearning to be touched.

Tasted.

He toyed with the barbell that poked against the thin fabric, and I hissed a breath.

“I want you.” His thumb strummed my nipples as his other hand stroked down his cock. “I want all of you.”

I arched my back. “I’m yours.”

On a growl, he prowled over me, lifting my body higher onto the bed. We tore at each other’s clothing, hating anything that separated us.

His hand dipped between my legs. “So fucking wet for me.”

I gasped as his finger glistened in the dark room, then disappeared into his mouth. He rumbled an appreciative moan and my thighs clenched around him.

His hard cock stood between us as I stared up at him. A defiant glint sparked in my eye. “I like it wet.”

One dark eyebrow shot up. He eyed me, then spit on my already slick pussy.

“Jesus.” I couldn’t believe how filthy and in command he was.

“Better?” he asked with a haughty edge to his voice.

My core was on fire as he slipped one finger, then two, inside me. I gasped, clenching around his fingers.

“Yes,” I cried, unable to form a coherent sentence.

He pumped in and out of me as my legs trembled. He slid another finger inside of me.

“Fuck,”he hummed. “I like feeling you work to fit me in.”

His fingers curled inside me, stroking the spot that had my legs shaking. “Please,” I pleaded.

“Please what?”

JP was so hard and all I wanted was to feel him slip inside me. “More,” I begged.

He adjusted his position so he was settled between my legs. The head of his cock notched at my entrance, but instead of thrusting inside, he eased his way in.

Inch by glorious inch, we watched his cock disappear inside me. I stretched around him, struggling and adjusting to being wholly and completely filled by him. It was a cruel and delicious torture.

My heart thudded against my ribs as he finally sank deeper and his hips met my body. We exhaled as one and goose bumps broke out along my arms.

With an aching deliberation, JP pumped in and out of me until the world faded away.

Every worry—every doubt—faded into oblivion until nothing remained but the two of us. “You are so fucking tight,” he ground out. “So fucking pretty taking my cock.”

He pinched my nipples, rolling my piercings between the pad of his fingers, and a hot surge of warmth spread between my legs.

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