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“You’ll have to work a little harder than that,” I smirk. She shakes her head, pushing her lips out again.

I’m on her in a second, letting go of her jaw, my lips slamming against hers. Blake immediately opens for me, sending shivers down my spine. Twisting us around, I land on my back, Blake straddling my hips. Keeping her wrists in my hand, I drag them above my head, forcing her to stretch herself against me.

“I don’t like you being mad at me. I find it makes me mad at myself and I have no idea what I—”

Blake shuts me up, crushing her mouth to mine. It’s like the first time all over again. She’s a little sloppy, but I don’t care. Not when I drop her wrists and my hands grip her hips. Her tongue brushes against my bottom lip, seeking entry. Her hands slip into my hair, tugging some of it out of the hair tie.

Blood rushes to my cock. I know she can feel it. I expect her to freak out, to stop kissing me, yet Blake does none of that. She presses her hips against my dick, drawing out a long moan, slipping from my lips into hers.

She pulls back, her pupils dilating with the desire in her eyes. I know what I want, Blake just needs to push through whatever is in her head.

“Trust me,” I beg. “I won’t hurt you; I willneverhurt you.”

Blake’s hips move forward, grinding against my cock.

“Trust me,” I groan, not looking away from her eyes.

She smiles down at me, telling me she does. It’s all I need. Having her trust is like winning the lottery. Blake is everything, all I need. She’s becoming the world, and all I see. In a gray world, she’s the only thing that makes sense. The only one.

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Itrust him.

I’m also still mad at him, but I trust him.

“Kiss me,” he orders. One that I will gladly follow. I don’t know how I went so long without kissing him. I never want to stop; it’s like my new obsession.

Slipping my fingers through his hair again, I plant my lips against his, letting him take control. His hands tighten around my hips, the action sending tingles through my body, and my pussy floods. How is this man so good and he hasn’t even done anything?

Jace breaks our kiss, and sadness seeps in, only to be replaced by a need when he trails his mouth along my jaw, kissing down to my neck. Licking and sucking on my skin. My hips buck, his hardness hitting a certain sweet spot inside me. Having just met Jace, this is happening a lot sooner than I wanted.

My core tightens, anxiety melting into my chest. His lips press against the scars on my neck. I know he can feel them, there’s no way he can’t. But Jace keeps kissing me, his hips moving the tiniest bit against my aching core.

“Relax, Sunshine, just feel…” he murmurs against my skin.

Relax, feel…

I tilt my head up, allowing him better access to my neck, ignoring the ping of embarrassment about my scars. I move my hips in circles, rubbing my clit against his length. The pressure builds into my stomach; it’s there, but I can’t quite reach it.

“Blake,” he growls. One hand leaves my hip, yanking the back of my hair, pulling me back. “You’re a good girl.”

Biting down on my bottom lip, pleasure shoots down my core. I need him to call me that again, and the smirk Jace has on his face tells me he knows what he just did.

“You like being called a good girl?” he whispers.

I try to nod but the grip he has on my hair doesn’t allow me.

“Keep grinding that pussy on me, baby. Cum on me.”

That’s all it takes; the pressure takes over my body. My lips part, a moan bubbling inside me threatening to escape.

“Fuck,” he groans, and something warm seeps through my pants as the orgasm rips through me. His grip loosens in my hair. My head drops to his shoulder as I try to calm my rapid breathing down. My legs still shake on either side of his thighs. I’m not sure if it’s because this is the first time I’ve trusted another man with my body and he hasn’t pushed me past my limits and just taken it from me, or because his fingertips run up and down my back. Sure, they’re not under my clothes, but I can still feel him.

The softness, the uncertainty, but wanting to comfort me. I also want to cry. I trusted him enough to let loose, and while I’m upset that he didn’t kiss me in the gas station as well as not comforting my feelings. I still handed him my body, and he took care of it.

What does that mean for the future?

The idea of a future with him causes my throat to close, and bile to rise in my throat. I can taste the acid rising, and it’s not stopping.

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