Page 74 of Done Waiting

As I pant and whimper, begging him not to stop, nails digging into the headboard, the realization flows through me. He’s giving me back mypower. Mycontrol.

My life has spiraled out of control since my dad died and I’ve been swept along by the current, being dragged along by the choppy, volatile waves.

Ben’s betrayal was the final straw. I felt like I was drowning.

Until now.

Jagger threw me a life raft, pulling me back to shore. But he doesn’t let me hold on to the raft and drift along. No, he’s teaching me how to swim again, showing me how strong I am.

I ride his face like a surfer on a board, chasing the high of riding a huge wave. Only, my wave is my orgasm. As the pleasure crests through me, I scream, my body shaking and bucking against his mouth, as I come harder than I ever have in my life. By the time I stop convulsing from it, I’m spent, my head in my arms that grip the headboard, barely hanging on.

He chuckles from below me. “Oh, baby girl. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

Jesus.I should tap out and wave the white flag of surrender, but his words send a delicious shiver through my spine, giving me new life.

Lifting my head, I look at him. “What do you have in mind?”

“Ride my cock like your life depends on it. Even harder and wilder than you did in my truck.”

Fuck. Me.

Lifting my core from him, I scramble down his body, his laughter floating around me, warming my insides.

“I can’t help it,” I say with a wide grin. “I’m desperate to feel you inside me again.”

He sits up, his hands cupping my face. “Well, get used to it. Because you’re going to be feeling me inside you until you can’t take any more of me.” Reaching between us, he grabs his cock. “Sink down on me, baby girl. I want you to take every fucking inch until you’re sheathed to the hilt.”

Goddamn.My nipples harden into two sharp points as I lower myself onto the head of his cock. Because I’m impatient as hell, I don’t even give myself time to adjust to his large size. Instead, I slam my body down on him, both of us releasing loud moans as I take him inside of me until I can’t go any further.

“God, Jagger,” I moan, tears in my eyes. “This is so fucking good.”

A line creases his forehead as he looks back and forth between my eyes. “Are you okay, sweetness?”

Nodding frantically, I smile. “It just feels incredible. I’ve never…” I raise up on him, then slam myself back down. “Felt anything…” I repeat the movement again, feeling my juices soaking my inner thighs. “This damned good.” My voice is throaty, my breathing heavy as I move my hips in a circle with him deep inside of me.

“Fuck yes.” He pushes my sweaty hair from my face. “Nothing has ever felt this damn good.” His lips capture mine and I wrap my arms around his neck, drowning in him.

As I continue riding him, tears spilling down my cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure I’m feeling, he gives me a wide smile, his dimple popping.

“You can hold on to me as tightly as you want, baby girl.” His lips press against mine before he pulls back, showing me the truth in his eyes. “I’m never, ever fucking leavingyou. You can’t get rid of me, no matter how hard you try.”

I bounce harder on him, another orgasm right around the corner as I climb the mountain. “As if I’d want to get rid of you,” I say, breathlessly.

His smile takes my breath away. Reaching forward, his fingers pinch my nipple as his thumb moves to my clit. “Now come all over me so I can fill you up with so much of my fucking come it will drip out of you for days.”

His words send me careening down the other side of the mountain, my orgasm so powerful all I can do is cling to him as the shockwaves course through my body. Jagger takes over, bucking beneath me, controlling our bodies since I’m incapable of doing anything but digging my nails into him and hanging on for the ride.

Moving his hips in a circle, he stretches me in ways I’ve never been stretched before, hitting that infamous G spot I’ve only ever read about but never experienced.

Until now.

“We’re pure fire, baby girl. Hot and passionate.”

Yeah, and if I’m not careful, I’ll burn alive from it.

But I don’t say it. I simply moan from the things he’s doing to my body, trying to push my worries and the way I’m feeling for him from my mind.

And before I know what the hell is happening, I’m bucking and spasming on him again, screaming his name and clinging to him like a life raft, as he gives me yet another orgasm. He thrusts into me from below, harder and faster, until he shoves himself deep inside of me. With a loud, animalistic groan, he twitches, and unleashes his intense orgasm inside of me. Over and over again.

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