Page 33 of Rush of Jealousy

I gulp. I am not sure I will ever be ready. Especially with how big he is. And howinexperiencedI am.

“Yet.”

“Fuck,” I gasp. I try to look over my shoulder to see what he is doing.

His chuckles don’t help my apprehension. “On your elbows and knees,” he orders. “Do not put pressure on your hands.”

I hesitate for a moment to mull it over in my head. I press my forehead into the comforter, groaning at how I managed to get myself back in Graham’s bed. Do I really want to put myself in such a vulnerable position? Do I really want to continue on with this “enemies with benefits” program I somehow enrolled myself in full time?

He bites my shoulder, making me jerk my head back to catch his sexy toothy grin.

“Be my good girl.”

My eyes glass over at his words. He makes me so hot for him with just a few simple words.

“I thought you liked me bad?” I purr.

“I love you any way I can have you. But my preference will always be with you writhing with ecstasy underneath me while I pump into you.”

Well, okay then.

I put my weight on my elbows and pull my knees up. I keep my ass high up in the air.

Graham gently pulls my knees apart so that the air hits my pussy, making me want to scratch at the itch.

“You are glowing,” he says softly—almost reverently. “So beautiful.”

I feel the bed dip behind me as he settles himself between my legs.

“I’m not going to be gentle, Angie.”

I nod at the warning.

“I’m going to be rough,” he continues. “So you fucking remember this moment for days. I want you sore this time. I want you aching for me. Yearning for me to sneak into your room and rub you raw over and over again. But for this to continue, I need your verbal consent. I want your words that this is what you want.”

“Yes, dammit.” I push my ass back and feel the hardness of his cock at my swollen lips.

“Oh no, sweetheart, you are not the one in control. We are doing this my way.”

I whimper when he pulls himself away from my entrance and grips my hips so tight I know I will be bruised in the morning. But I don’t care. I want his mark on me. I want the physical reminder that everything we are doing is real and not some figment of my imagination.

I feel the velvety head of his cock again, and I resist the urge to push backward in fear that he will stop. I rest my head on the soft comforter and allow my pelvis to relax and open up. I close my eyes tight in anticipation. I haven’t had sex in a while and miss the feeling of being full.

Graham leans over me and wraps his arm around my body. He tweaks each nipple and kisses the sides of my neck. I groan into the mattress at the sensations he is eliciting from me. When he straightens back up, he rubs down my belly with his palm, until his fingers stop on my clit. He presses the bundle of nerves hard, making me jerk up from the mattress.

“Easy,” he soothes. “I got you, baby.”

He continues to push hard and then softens his touch. Over and over. I can feel my moisture drip out and onto my thighs.

“Hmm, more…” I moan.

“I will give you everything you have ever wanted, if you let me.”

His words rattle my soul, because I know he is referring to more than just sex. But right in this very moment, I need this to just be about sex. Nothing more.

When I am so on edge and primed, with my juices flowing out of me, he resumes his position with his cock between my folds—hovering right at my entrance. I lift my head up in anticipation and brace myself for what is inevitably going to come next. Graham rocks his hips, and then slams forward so hard that I slide forward on the bed.

I scream out from the mere force.

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