Page 122 of Sincerely, Your Enemy

I don’t answer, shooting him a look that’s dripping with defiance.

“What was that? I didn’t hear quite you.”

His fingers slip inside me a heartbeat later, and he smirks, giving my pussy a few pumps before grabbing himself at the base and positioning his tip at my entrance.

“Nothing? All right. Maybe this will clear things up for you.”

He fills me up with a single thrust.

My back arches the second his cock enters me, the friction making my eyes roll back in their sockets. TJ’s mouth drops open as he buries himself so deep inside me I can’t help but claw at his back, marking his skin all over.

“Oh my fucking…” His voice trails off, the pleasure contorting his face setting my insides ablaze. “Jesus, Lace…I’m never going to get over how tight this little pussy is.”

He pumps his hips once. Twice. His rhythm increases with each moan slipping from my lips. The next thing I know, he’s pounding me like it’s do or die, the sound of my arousal pervading the air, along with the sound of skin slapping together.

So many noises, and yet, my only focus is the noises coming out of him. The beastly, carnal groans ripping from somewhere deep in his chest. It’s as though the animal in TJ has risen to the surface and stepped into power, seizing control of him as he rams himself inside me over and over, never once slowing down as my breasts bounce furiously.

“You feel so good, baby. Your pussy was made for me. Every inch of you was made for me.”

I can tell he means it.

He genuinely believes I was made for him. That we’re a match like no other. And I’d be inclined to agree… if it weren’t for the fact that I’m so damn afraid of choosing someone who will eventually stop choosing me.

Everything happens for a reason, I know that much. But what if sometimes those reasons are shitty, ridiculous reasons that have no purpose other than to bring us pain?

What if we meet certain people precisely so that they can break us? Teach us the tragedy that is human love.

Love is no stranger to loss, and to experience one is to risk crossing paths with the other. If you’re ever unlucky enough to lose your love, remember what it was like to exist in this silly little world without them.

Try to find comfort in the fact that, at the very least, yougotto love, however brief it might’ve been. And who knows… the next love might be the one who stays.

Please, Universe… let Mathias Jacobs be the one who stays.

It’s as though TJ just became a mind reader when he plants slow, torturous kisses against the side of my neck and says,“Don’t ever leave me, Lace. Don’t ever fucking leave me. I need you to promise.”

Tears are welling in my eyes, and by the time I manage to collect myself, TJ’s already bruised my neck with a hickey. “I won’t, I promise.”

TJ plants a kiss against the curve of my jaw and then sits up, taking my wrist into his hand and pulling me backward. “Yeah? Then show me. Show me that you mean it.”

I’m straddling him in no time, clutching his face for a kiss before lowering myself onto his length until he’s balls-deep inside me. We both moan at the friction, and I rest my hands on his shoulders to support myself as I move upward and then back down.

TJ throws his head back with a groan, his big hands falling to my ass. “That’s right, baby. Take my fucking cock.”

I pick up the tempo, riding him faster and harder, but my eyes are still teary, and I refuse to meet his gaze, hoping that he won’t notice just how close I am to falling apart.

“Hey.” TJ’s voice falls to a murmur, the worry in his tone amplifying the ache in my chest by a thousand. “Baby, are you okay? Look at me.”

“I’m fine. These are tears of joy.”

“Kiss me.” He grips the back of my hair and jerks me closer to crush his lips against mine as his other hand snakes down my stomach toward my clit. I cry out when he captures my clit between two fingers and pinches it. “I want you to come on my cock. Can you do that for me?”

I nod, chewing down onto my bottom lip to the point of making myself bleed. TJ begins rotating my clit in precise circles, letting me do most of the work while I bounce up and down on him.

His mouth finds mine again, and he sweeps his tongue across the seam of my mouth. The kiss is so intense and all-consumingI can’t think straight. The bundle of nerves between my legs is so overstimulated I have to close my eyes in order to focus on the pleasure.

My eyes snap open a few minutes later, the pressure shattering inside me leaving me breathless. I can tell he’s close, too, just by the way his eyes flare. The fact that my body is so in tune with his, even when my heart feels brittle in my chest, is amazing. TJ could make me come on my worst day.

I squeeze my eyes shut again. “TJ, I’m?—”

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