Page 94 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

I can’t believe I just said that. Can someone tell my mouth the rest of my body didnotagree to this?

TJ pulls back a few inches, his mouth falling open at my request. “What are you saying?”

One look into those dark eyes, and it all becomes clear.

I’ve spent over a year so hyperfocused on not being a total failure of a legal guardian that I forgot my life didn’t end at eighteen. I’ve denied myself so many things since, starting with sex and intimacy.

I swallow hard, debating on repeating myself or wussing out. I could tell him I didn’t mean it, but I would be doing myself a disservice. I think I need this. To do this one thing for no one but myself.

I level my gaze with his and say, “It means I want you to fuck me.”

The look on his face is priceless, conveying so much shock and arousal I wish I could snap a mental picture and look at it whenever I need a reminder that it is, in fact, possible to shock Mathias Jacobs silent.

I clear my throat. “You heard me. I haven’t been fucked properly in forever, and I wantyouto do it.” My confidence falters for a moment. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course.”

A few seconds are needed for him to collect himself, but then he snaps out of it, squeezes my throat, and pulls me closer to kiss me.

He separates from me too quickly for my taste and rests his forehead against mine, staring deep into my eyes as he rasps, “No.”

Talk about anticlimactic.

I chew into my bottom lip, embarrassment painting my cheeks red. “Why not?”

A small smile makes his lips twitch. “You said it yourself. You haven’t been fucked properly in a long time, so no, I’m not going to have sex with you just hours after you had a knife held to your throat. If we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it right.”

Well, then.

I drop my gaze, avoiding eye contact. “I understand. You can put me down.”

He doesn’t budge, still holding me up in his arms. He has me pinned against the shower tiles with my legs wrapped around him in a way that makes it hard for me to move.

Instead of setting me free, he laughs quietly and inches closer to press a featherlight kiss on the corner of my mouth. “I said I’m not going to put my cock in you. I never said you weren’t going to come on it. In case I didn’t make myself clear before, I always finish what I start.”

I don’t even get a chance to form a coherent sentence before he’s gripping himself at the base and pushing his cock farther into my slit, picking up where we left off.

“Oh, and just so we’re clear, turning you down took every ounce of my self-control, so please know that the next time you ask me, I’ll tell the gentleman in me to go to hell and fuck you right there and then.”

Holy sweet mother of God.

“Now, where were we?” His free hand wraps around my wet hair from behind as he rocks his cock against me hard and fast.

My moan is muffled by his mouth raining down on mine. I dig my nails into his shoulders for support, shifting to try and adjust to the overwhelming pleasure, and he groans through the kiss. My clit is so engorged, so sensitive, that I can’t stop wriggling.

“Fuck, I love watching you squirm because of my cock, rich girl. The way it was meant to be.” TJ directs his gaze to the spot where our bodies connect, watching himself glide against the nub I’ve neglected for so long.

He releases my hair and drops his fingers to my entrance, holding his cock with the other and never slowing down his rubbing.

I buckle forward when the tip of two of his fingers plunge inside my pussy. They’re not even fully in, but it adds to theoverall sensation, and I’m immediately whimpering, aching for more.

“What? You like that? You like my fingers pushing into your cunt?” he teases, pushing the tips of his fingers in and out a few times. “Does it ache, baby? I can make it stop if you ask nicely.”

I throw my head back with an irritated groan. “Yes. Yes, I need you to fuck me with your fingers. Please.”

I nearly cry out when he squeezes not one, not two, but three of his fingers in my pussy. No warning. The next thing I know, they’re curling in and out of me furiously.

I’m so full of him like this, with no way to escape the raging pleasure building in the pit of my stomach.

“Fuck, you’re so tight when you clench, you push my fingers right out,” he rasps, stretching my walls further.

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