Page 91 of Just Like That

He pulled out, teasing me with a wicked grin.

“Kiss me,” I demanded. My legs shook as he slid himself in and out of me. His face lowered, and he kissed me hard.

His hands moved over my breasts as his hips shoved forward, going deeper and harder. The pressure was intense, and he worked himself in and out.

“Oh,”I whined.

JP shifted back, looking down at me and taking stock of the desperate mess he’d created. “Is it too much?” he asked.

Yes. No. Maybe?

I shook my head and gently raked my nails down his chest.

His head dropped beside mine, nipping at my earlobe. “That’s right. My girl can take it.”

My girl.

Heat unfurled in my belly as he fucked me. He was clearly in control as his hands moved over my body. Every movement was measured, with purpose, focused on my pleasure. I reveled in his attention.

“You’re so fucking tight. So goddamned perfect.” His murmur was low, his words only for me.

His cock pulsed inside me as every inch of him stretched me. He gave me everything I had asked for, and all the while he watched me carefully. Assessed every need and delivered.

Desperate for release, I gripped his veiny forearms. His brow was pinched, his gaze intense.

He’s holding back.

I knew exactly what he needed to tumble over the edge with me. A spark of determination ignited as I looked into his eyes. “I’m yours. Show me I’m only yours.”

With a grunt, JP slowed to a long, deep thrust as his fingers slipped between us and found my clit. My legs quivered, and he stilled just as my orgasm hit its peak.

In slow, aching thrusts, JP rode the waves of our pleasure. He jerked and spilled himself inside me as I wrapped myself around him and whispered, “I’m yours.”

TWENTY-NINE

JP

My throat wasraw when I dropped back down over her soft, pliant body. My lips found her skin, peppering slow, messy kisses over her neck and shoulder. My lungs weren’t working, and all I could see were the strands of her hair as my face buried into her.

Considering I’d fantasized about Hazel for weeks, I was rocked to my core.

Nothing—and I mean, absolutelynothing—compared to the real thing.

Hazel hummed as her nails scratched through my hair. “You really did it.”

I grunted something akin to acknowledgment or maybe a question, but I didn’t make any effort to remove my weight from her.

She was too fucking perfect.

“You’ve officially ruined me for any other man.” Her voice was heavy and satiated, and it relaxed the pinch in my shoulders.

I braced my weight with one arm and glared at her. “There won’t be any other men. If there was, he’s a fucking dead man.”

Delight flashed in her eyes. “Oh, I like this feral side of you.” She grinned and kissed my neck. Her tongue slid across my skin, and I hummed.

She thinks I’m joking.

I shifted, lying on my back and taking her with me so that she was tucked into my side and draped over me. I loved feeling connected to her—like there was nowhere else in the world we needed to be but wrapped around one another.

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