Page 82 of Done Waiting

My eyes widen, my heartbeat accelerating as I turn to him. “W-What?”

“You need to get out of your head. And I know exactly how to do it.” He shoots me a smug smile, his eyes sinfully dark. “I’m giving you a ten-second head start. Now, run.”

Jumping to my feet, I sprint down the hallway, my eyes cutting light and right… and then I decide to head up the stairs. Jagger’s bedroom takes up most of the second floor, but there’s also a smaller room that he stores things. Plenty of stuff to hide behind.

His evil laugh trails behind me as I flee, my heart beating like a drum inside my chest. Anticipation curls through me, my pulsepounding in my throat. Trying to outwit my stalker has my blood pumping.

At the last second, I remember there’s a small door to access the spare room inside Jagger’s bedroom. I quietly sneak into his room, then hurry to the door. Soundlessly, I open it, then sneak through to the other side. It’s dark outside and without turning the light on, the room is bathed in shadows. Letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, I quietly tiptoe through the room, my eyes raking over the storage shelves that have totes neatly stacked in them. My fingers trail over them curiously as I wander slowly around the room.

My breathing is heavy as I turn in a slow circle. Maybe I should have just hidden under his bed. This room is too damn organized.

Finally, I spot a small closet at the far end of the room. Opening the door, I hurry inside, knowing I’m nearly out of time before he finds me. Shutting it quietly, I let out a breath, and a small giggle escapes. Taking a step back from the door, I slam into —

“You’re too predictable, baby girl,” his low voice rasps in my ear as his hand clamps over my mouth. Goosebumps erupt over my body from the sound of it. His smell is heady and addictive, making my head spin.

“I’ll bet your pussy is fucking soaked, isn’t it?” His gravelly tone would make even Satan jealous as his hand slid to the apex of my thighs.

His hand still covers my mouth as I nod. Satisfied, he slides it lower, wrapping his large hand around my neck, holding me against him but not squeezing. His other hand slides to the waistband of my yoga pants and then inside, slowly moving lower.

Then he stills.

“Baby girl. You’re not wearing any panties.”

A wide grin spreads over my face. “I know.”

He chuckles. “Naughty girl.” His hand moves lower, cupping my pussy. “So fucking wet for me.”

I gasped, his touch lighting every nerve on fire. Leaning against him, I spread my legs wider.

“That’s right. Spread your legs for me.” He slowly sinks a finger inside, and I release a loud moan. “You like my fingers inside of you, don’t you Maddie?”

“God, yes,” I whimper.

He adds another finger, teasing me as he moves in and out so slowly that I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I wiggle and buck against him, trying to get him to increase his pace, but he only laughs. “Such delicious torture,” he whispers, his hot breath igniting my skin, making me shudder.

A frustrated groan escapes me, and he laughs harder, the vibrations of his chest against my back turning me on. Everything about this man turns me on.

Finally, he uses his fingers to fuck me harder and faster, driving me out of my mind from the way he knows exactly how to please me.

I gasp as he adds a third finger. “Jagger,” I protested.

“Shhh, baby girl. You can take it. You take my cock like a pro. Three fingers will be nothing for you.” He licks and nips at my neck as he moves his fingers in and out of me. I whimper and groan as the pleasure rolls through me. He’s right, of course. It hurt for a few seconds, but now I’m soaked, suspended in a state of bliss, as he deftly moves his fingers inside me. “Good girl,” he whispers.

Fuck.His words push me toward the edge, and my legs start shaking, that familiar tightening in my lower belly telling me I’m about to go crashing over the other side of the cliff as he gives me an explosive—

“What the fuck?” Irritation courses through me as his fingers slip out of me.

“Nope. You haven’t earned that orgasm yet.” His hands slide out of my pants, his hand releasing my neck.

“Are you fucking serious?” I whirl around to face him, a tornado of fury inside of me.

He grabs me, throwing me over his shoulder, carrying me out of the closet. He kicks it shut, hurrying toward the door that connects to his bedroom. I smack his ass, earning a grunt from him before he tosses me on his huge bed.

I’ve barely stopped bouncing on his mattress when he grabs me, flipping me over, yanking me to my hands and knees.

The warm air from the fireplace behind me hits my ass and pussy as he yanks my bottoms down to my knees. His palm comes down across my ass, making my pussy clench.

“You’re a prisoner here.” His hand comes down, slapping my ass hard again.

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