Page 61 of One Pucking Chance

“Okay, well… tell me when to stop.” His fingers slide under the front lace of my panties, tickling my delicate skin. I stare into the mirror, holding his gaze as he kisses down the side of my body, following the path of his fingers.

He kneels behind me, hooks a finger under the band at the top of my pantyhose, and snaps it against my skin. “You should wear these every day. They look amazing on you, but then everything does.” His hands slide back up and find the waistband of my panties. “But just for fun, let’s see what these look like a little lower.” He shimmies them down until they’re around my thighs, leaving me exposed.

Pushing my leg to the side, he widens my stance and slips a hand through my thighs from behind, still watching every move I make through the mirror’s reflection.

I reach my arm out to the wall beside me to steady myself as one, then two fingers slide inside me. “Should I stop?” His fingers move in and out of me.

I shake my head, unable to get a word out as a euphoria of sensations finds me.

He places two fingers from his free hand in his mouth, wetting them. Circling his hand around my thigh, he slides his wet fingers between my legs to find my bundle of nerves. He deliciously fucks me with one hand while the other rubs me into a frenzy. I begin to moan and clamp my eyes shut as my legs start to shake.

“Anna, baby. Open your eyes. Look at me.”

I do as instructed and hold Jaden’s stare as he works me higher. His mouth falls open to accommodate his heavy breaths, and his expression is carnal with desire. His fingers pump harder and cry out, the sensations exquisite.

“You are so beautiful, Anna. I love the way you fall apart at my touch. Look at you,” he growls.

My skin is flushed with patches of pink, and my expression looks pained from pleasure. I cover Jaden’s hand with my own as he pushes me over the edge. His fingers thrust deeper as an orgasm hits. My head falls back between my shoulders, unable to hold the connection, and I cry out as I fall over into ecstasy.

As my twitching muscles slow, he leads me to our bed, splays a hand across my back, and pushes my front against the bed. Feet on the floor, he nudges them as wide as they can go with my underwear still around my thighs. He frees himself from his jeans before he slams into me from behind. I rock forward on the bed and fist the duvet cover as he pounds deep inside me. My cheek against the bed, my eyes clamped shut, I’m still boneless as I relish the feeling of him inside me. He slams into me again and again. The room is filled with the sound of our skin slapping together and our lusty moans.

He grabs my ass, pulling my body back against his.

“Touch yourself, Anna.” His voice is strained, and I know he’s close.

I slide a hand between my legs and rub my sensitive mound. In a matter of seconds, the warm, tingling sensation in my body crescendos, and a wave of pleasure erupts. Jaden moans as we find our release together.

He pulls out of me and plops onto the bed. “God, I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I roll over on my back and thread my fingers through Jaden’s.

“Are you excited for today?” he asks.

“Yeah, I am. I hope it’s as wonderful of a movie as I think it is. It felt great while filming. You just never know how it may change in editing.”

“It’s going to be great. I know it. The editors would have to really suck to make it anything less than amazing.” He squeezes my hand. “I saw one of your scenes after all, and it gave me chills.”

“Even if I sucked, you’d never tell me.” I chuckle.

“True, I wouldn’t. But I’m serious when I tell you it will be amazing.”

I release his hand and roll to my side, propping my head up. “I’m good. If it’s amazing, great. If it sucks, I’m okay with that, too. I know I did the best job I could. The rest is out of my hands.”

“Good attitude. When we get back from the premiere, can we recreate the motorcycle scene?”

I laugh and smack his chest. “There isn’t a motorcycle scene in this movie.”

“I know, but I still want to recreate it.” He pouts out his lip, causing me to smile.

“You don’t even have a motorcycle.”

“True. I could borrow one.”

“No.” I roll my eyes. “I’m not recreating the motorcycle scene. That scene haunts me. I swear if I go to hell, it will be me sitting in a room watching that scene over and over.”

This time, Jaden laughs. “You’re way too good to go to hell.”

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