Page 30 of Defy Me

Someday she'd figure out he wasn't one of the good guys and she'd leave him to save herself. Until then he'd do everything he could to make her as happy as she looked now.

Jett rolled off the bed and stood, shucking his jeans. The warm air from the fireplace felt damn good on his bare skin. He grabbed his cock in his fist and pumped it once, squeezing the head to help him maintain some control. If he wasn't careful he'd blow his load inside of her in only a couple of strokes. She deserved better than that. He wanted to give her his best.

"Do that again." Yvaine smiled drowsily and her words were like a purr.

"This?" He ran his hand up and down his shaft again, keeping his touch light. He didn't need anymore stimulation, but he'd do whatever she asked of him.

"Yes. That's really effing sexy."

"You're the one who is fucking sexy. I could come simply from staring at you. What do you want, love? What do you like?"

"Everything you've already done. What do you like?"

"I want to fuck you. I want your legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust into you. I want to feel your cunt tighten and squeeze my cock until neither of us know our names. Tell me you want that. Tell me you want me to fuck you, Yvaine."

She sat up and scooted down to the edge of the bed."I want that. Ooh, yes. Let's do all of that."

He stepped between her open legs and lifted her up, cupping her ass in his hands. He wanted to lay her out on the plush carpet in front of the fire place and take her there.

"Say it." He loved that she was up for everything he wanted to do to her. She wasn't shy or timid about sex and that was a major turn on.

"Duck me." Her forehead wrinkled and she slapped her hands over her mouth.

Jett laughed and nuzzled her ear. "Duck... you?"

She shook her head and slowly lowered the mask of her fingers. "I mean, funk me. Oh no. Don't do that. Fluck me. Ack."

One of her eyebrows went up and the other down at what was coming out of her mouth. Her hands flew back up to her mouth and she did that squeaking don't-let-it-out laugh.

Either he'd broken her brain with orgasms or... He backed her up against the nearest wall and held her in place with his body. He tugged her hands away from her mouth. Maybe she needed a little incentive. Jett scraped his teeth over the mark of his dragon across her neck and whispered into her ear in a dark and husky tone. "Yvaine. Say fuck."

"Flaaaark." She drew the word out on a long moan and its meaning was clear. Yet, still not quite what he wanted to hear.

"Try God damn it." He pressed his pelvis against hers and notched his cock right at the perfect spot to make her eyes roll back in her head.

"Dog gone it." She groaned each word and wrapped her hands around his neck.

One more try. He pumped against her, sliding the head of his cock across her clit.

Yvaine leaned into him, rocking her hips, giving as good as she got. She licked the shell of his ear and bit down on his earlobe that sent shockwaves straight to his dick.

"Shit." She felt so damn good.

"Schnozbottles," she replied, her voice as sexy as a siren.

What did that even mean? It was so ridiculous it almost wasn't funny. His interest in the subject was waning fast though. He didn't care if she couldn't say fuck as long as she did in fact, fuck him. He was too damn close to taking her here against the wall and he didn't want their first time to be him rutting like an animal. The fireplace and soft carpet were too far away so he turned and laid her back on the bed.

"You're too good for me, Yvaine."

She lifted each of those delectable thighs and rested them on his hips. "Show me how good you are."

Jett pushed a strand of hair out of her face and kissed her forehead, then her cheek, and then her mouth. He pushed his tongue between her lips and slid inside of her tight pussy. She was so wet that it was almost hard not to just thrust his way into her in one hard stroke. That wasn't how good he was. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter he pressed inside of her, savoring every movement, every flutter of her channel around him.

"Holy fuck, Yvaine. You feel so god-damned good." Another gentle thrust of his hips and he was fully seated inside of her. Her body fit perfectly to his.

"Jett." Her eyes were closed and his name was a whimper. She took in a shuddered breath and opened those gorgeous purple eyes, enchanting him with the lust sparkling in them. "More."

For a second he thought he was hurting her. Thank the shadows he wasn't. He withdrew just the tiniest bit and pushed back in, doing that over and over until she was moving her hips in rhythm with his. She was so beautiful, so perfect.

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