Page 44 of Saved by Him

Twenty

“Doyou have any idea how hard it was not to take you right there in the library?” Jalen said as he pushed his hands into my hair. His voice was gruff, his body hard as he pressed me against the door.

“I would’ve let you,” I admitted, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Fuck,” he growled into my throat.

His hands dropped to my hips and slid around to cup my ass. The moment I felt him lift, I pushed up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He shoved my skirt up and rocked against me, his cock hard beneath his zipper, my panties wet as they rubbed my oversensitive skin.

“I need you inside me,” I breathed against his ear. “Now, J. It’s all I’ve been able to think about since you had your fingers in me. I want to come on that thick cock of yours.”

He shuddered, back muscles rippling under my hands. “You keep talking like that, and I’m going to fuck you right here.”

“Good.” I bit his jaw, not hard enough to mark, but hard enough to sting.

He pulled back enough for our eyes to meet. “You better be sure you want this.”

The warning made my pussy throb. “I want it.”

He didn’t look away as he reached between us. His zipper rasped down, and he pulled my panties aside. With one quick jerk of his hips, he buried his full length inside me, both of us cursing as we came together. He fucked me in short, fast thrusts, the base of his cock rubbing my clit with almost painful friction. I didn’t ask him to stop though. I meant what I said. I wanted this. I wanted the edge that pain gave me, the extra intensity that came with riding that fine line.

I came quickly, my uninhibited cries echoing in the foyer. He followed a moment later, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside me. He kissed me then, softly, his hands gentle as they eased my legs down. I wobbled, my knees weak, and he chuckled as he caught me around the waist.

“Now that we’ve taken the edge off,” he said, “what do you say we head upstairs and take things a little slower?”

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“That’s not going to fit.”I could hear the slight quaver in my voice, but it was understandable, in my opinion anyway. The butt plug in Jalen’s hand was huge.

He raised an eyebrow and wrapped his free hand around his cock. “It’s thinner than my dick, and that’s been in your ass.”

“Yeah, but not when I had something else in my pussy,” I argued.

Even as I protested, a part of me was turned on by the idea he’d proposed, and if I was completely honest, it’d been something I’d always been secretly fascinated with. I’d never tried it. Like other things, it’d always required too much trust for me to do before, and then when I found a person I trusted enough, the idea of inviting someone else to join us wasn’t something I wanted to consider. Jalen bringing it up had surprised me – and bothered me, truthfully – but only for the short length of time it had taken him to clarify. He didn’t intend to share me. He’d use other means to accomplish the task.

Hence, the flesh-colored toy he was currently holding.

“Do you trust me?”

I sighed, but I wasn’t annoyed. I’d simply needed him to give me an excuse to agree despite my nerves.

“I do.”

“Then get up on your hands and knees. You don’t want to end up on Santa’s naughty list on Christmas Eve, do you?”

I shot him a dirty look as I got into position. “You’re really going to invoke Santa’s name for something like this?”

“Hell yes,” he said, lightly slapping my ass. “What do you thinkIwanted for Christmas?”

I laughed, the sound turning into a yelp when a lube-coated finger breached my ass. He’d been playing with it a bit while he’d gone down on me earlier, but I’d had a feeling there really wasn’t such a thing as genuine preparation for that initial anal penetration.

Then again, a lot of things about my relationship with Jalen hadn’t stuck to my expectations.

My head dropped forward, hair falling in a curtain on either side of my face. Despite the cool liquid he trickled down my crack, the second finger he was currently working in burned. I let out a slow breath and tried to relax. He would make me feel good, I knew, but it was a process.

“You know,” I said breathlessly, “I’m pretty surethisis what would get me on Santa’s naughty list.”

He laughed, that low, masculine sound that sent a rush of arousal through me. “I don’t know about that. You look pretty nice to me, and I think even good old Saint Nick would agree with me if he saw you like this.”

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