Page 87 of Fractured Faceoff

I looked up, meeting his gaze as I leaned in, taking him into my mouth. His eyes darkened, a low growl escaping his lips. “Fuck, Isla.” His hand gripped the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. “I always imagined what you’d look like with my cock in your mouth.” His voice was rough, edged with desire. “But I never pictured you doing it in only my jersey.”

I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the salt of him. His words sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fresh wave of heat between my legs. I took him deeper, my mouth moving in a slow, steady rhythmthat had him groaning.

“That’s it, sugar,” he murmured, his hips moving in time with my mouth. “You look so fucking good like this. My jersey, your mouth—it’s like every goddamn fantasy I’ve had come to life.”

I took him deeper, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. His grip on my hair tightened, the slight pain sending a thrill through me.

“You’re driving me crazy,” he growled, his voice barely more than a rasp. “Your mouth is so fucking hot, so fucking perfect.”

I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, could taste the salt of his desire. His words were a drug, intoxicating and addictive. I wanted more—more of him, more of this.

“I’ve dreamt of this, Isla,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Dreamt of you, of us, of this fucking perfect moment.”

I looked up at him, his words sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes were dark, hungry. It was raw, primal, and it sent a fresh wave of desire coursing through me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his hand gripping my hair tighter. “So fucking perfect.”

His breath hitched, his hips moving faster, more urgently.

“Fuck, Isla,” he groaned, his voice barely more than a rasp. “You’re going to make me come.”

I looked up at him, his words sending a thrill through me. I wanted this—wanted to feel him come undone, to know that I was the one who had done this to him. I sucked harder, my hand working in time with my mouth.

“That’s it, sugar,” he murmured, his voice a low growl. “Just like that. Just fucking like that.”

Jared pulled away, his breath ragged, eyes gleamingwith an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine. The Southern gentleman who’d kissed every inch of my skin like it was sacred ground was gone. In his place was a man driven by raw, primal need.

He grabbed my hips, his grip firm, almost rough. A gasp escaped my lips as he flipped me over, my hands bracing against the cool sheets. The room spun, the world narrowing down to the feel of his hands on my body, the heat of his breath against my neck.

“Jared,” I breathed, his name a whisper and a plea. Anticipation coiled within me, a mix of excitement and uncertainty that left me breathless.

His fingers dug into my flesh, a silent promise of what was to come. I could feel the tension in his body, the restraint in every muscle as he held himself back, waiting.

“Tell me you want this,” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through me. “Tell me you want me.”

A moan escaped my lips, my body arching against his. “Yes,” I whispered, the word barely audible. “I want you, Jared. I want this.”

With a groan, he thrust inside me, filling me completely. A cry tore from my throat, the sensation overwhelming. He was rough, almost animalistic, each movement driving me higher, pushing me closer to the edge.

His hips moved with a relentless rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I clung to the sheets, my knuckles white, as the world around me blurred. There was no thought, no reason—only sensation, only him.

Jared’s hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh. The slight pain only heightened the pleasure, the sensations sending mybody into overdrive. I could feel the tension building, the coil of pleasure tightening within me.

“Fuck, Isla,” he groaned, his voice barely more than a rasp. “You feel so fucking good on my cock."

His words were a lighter, pushing me higher, closer to the precipice. I could feel his body tense behind me, his breath coming in ragged gasps. We were both on the edge, both ready to fall.

“Jared,” I cried out. The world around me shattered, pleasure coursing through me in waves. I could feel him throbbing inside me, could feel the heat of his release as he groaned, his body trembling against mine.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths coming in ragged gasps. The room spun around us, the world slowly coming back into focus. I could feel his heart pounding against my back, could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he struggled to catch his breath.

As the world slowly came back into focus, I couldn’t help but wonder what this meant, where this left us. But for now, I pushed the thoughts aside, content to simply be, to simply feel. To simply exist in this moment, in this space, with him.

Chapter 26

Jared

Sunlight spilled through the blinds, casting stripes across the room. I stirred, the warmth of Isla’s body pressed against mine anchoring me to the moment. Her hair tangled in my fingers, soft and fragrant. I blinked away the remnants of sleep, trying to process what had happened last night.

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