Page 147 of Five Fingers of Death

His arms curled under me, pulling me to him. In a flash, he rolled us over, placing me astride his lap. His lips latched onto my neck, sucking hard as he palmed my breast, tweaking my nipple. My hips acted on their own, riding him hard as I closed my eyes and memorized the feel of him deep inside me.

“Izzy,” he breathed, kissing me hard. His tongue lashed with mine, swallowing me as he gripped the back of my neck and held me to him. I was so lost in his touch, in the feel of him so completely consuming me. Not even the ache in my legs could stop me from taking every last drop of pleasure I needed.

“Oh God,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his neck, holding him to me.

“That’s it, baby. Ride me. Take my cock and fuck yourself hard,” he grumbled.

I clenched around him, squeezing his cock as I slammed my body down on him again and again, holding on for dear life. I could feel him so deep inside me, tipping me over the edge yet again.

“Fuck, Izzy.” His arms wrapped around my waist and he slammed his mouth against mine as he held me, spilling his cum inside me.

Panting hard, I buried my face against him, sucking in a ragged breath as his hand slowly skimmed my back. Tears pricked my eyes as something inside me broke. The walls came tumbling down as sobs shook my body. I couldn’t control them, couldn’t force them back, and was left a shaking mess.

“Hey,” he whispered, pressing his lips against my temple. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

He did, but I didn’t have myself. It had been so long since anyone had touched me with so much love. I hadn’t realized how much I needed it until right now. The overwhelming feelings rushing through me made it impossible to differentiate between love and desire. The words were on the tip of my tongue, desperate to spill out, but fear held me back. I didn’t want him to run from me, even though I knew those words meant something to him.

Tender hands brushed the hair back from my face, wiping the tears from my eyes. It was only when I finally looked at him that I saw the truth staring back at me. This man was slowly tearing away the broken pieces and mending them. I could feel it happening every day, but this…

I didn’t know how to accept that kind of love.

I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to return it, either.

* * *

I snuggled into his chest, refusing to wake up after such an amazing night. I’d been exhausted after our first time, but that didn’t stop him from waking me in the middle of the night for another round, or sliding between my legs just a few hours ago. I had been well and truly fucked, and after every kiss, I fell deeper for this man, wishing I could find the words to tell him just how much he meant to me.

“Baby,” he rumbled, sliding his hand up the back of my neck as he pulled me in for a kiss. “Morning.”

He stole my breath, then slid his hand down my stomach, circling his finger over my clit. I gasped, spreading my legs for him, relishing in his touch first thing in the morning. I could scarcely breathe as he slid his fingers through the wetness between my thighs.

“Jason,” I moaned.

“Tell me what you need, baby.”

I was too shy to say anything. The way he spoke to me turned me on, but reciprocating wasn’t something I was comfortable with yet. My eyes slid closed as he slid two fingers inside me. If my nails digging into his skin were hurting him, he said nothing.

“So fucking wet for me,” he groaned, pressing his cock against my thigh. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

A strangled moan slipped from my lips as he shifted between my legs. A buzzing, desperation swept over me, but before he could shove his thick length inside me, the doorbell went off, interrupting our morning.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing his lips to mine. “If I don’t answer, they’ll go away.”

I was about to take him up on that offer when his phone buzzed, putting an end to our morning wakeup call. “Ugh, don’t tell me it’s work.”

“Shouldn’t be,” he mumbled, sliding across the bed to his phone. With a heavy sigh, he got out of bed. “It’s Tahlia. She’s downstairs with Carli.”

“I thought she was going to take her for the morning?” I asked, not really upset, but confused.

“She’s been throwing up all night.”

I tossed off the covers and quickly dressed, knowing nothing was more important at the moment. Jason was a great father, and I knew as much as he wanted to stay in bed with me, there was nothing that would stop him from taking care of his little girl.

“Should I leave?” I asked as I pulled my shirt over my head.

“You might want to,” he winced. “I don’t want you to catch whatever she has.”

I didn’t particularly care. I felt more at home right now in this house than if I went home and sat there all alone. But when we got downstairs, it was clear that Carli only wanted her dad. The poor girl looked absolutely miserable.

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