Page 121 of Speak

I throw my arms over his shoulders and kiss him.

“Do you understand baby? We both want to take down the Syndicate. We both have our reasons. Do your thing, baby. Cause mass panic and destruction between the cloaks. If you make a mistake, I’ll help clean up your messes. You think I haven’t been paying attention to you or your kills or your history searches on your little fake VPN on your laptop? How to get away with this or that? How to clean up a crime scene? Baby…” he chuckles against my lips, his cock growing hard beneath me. “Nothing you do escapes me. Why do you think I love fucking you in front of a mirror? I don’t want to miss a thing you do. Not a move, not a ripple, not a moan.”

He takes off my shirt, grinning when he sees I’m braless. His fingertips skitter over my flesh, causing goosebumps to rise in the wake of his touch. That fucking electricity he causes zaps me everywhere, making me ache. “Remember when I told you it would be dangerous for you to know how much sway you have over me?”

I nod when he nips at my chin.

“I’m so fucked for you baby. So stop overthinking it, okay? Let me love you. Let me be good to you. You’ll probably do a lot of terrible shit and to be by your side, so will I. But if you’re going to drown the world, then I’ll be on the boat with you. Get that through that thick, luscious hair of yours,” he wraps my hair around his fist and yanks it back roughly to kiss the column of my throat, “and listen to me when I say, there is no getting rid of me. Any little bad thought you have of being too much for me or leaving me, I’ll incinerate every single one. It’s us against them and they’re already losing, baby.”

And then he attacks. His lips, his tongue, his teeth, he pulls me up only slightly to unfasten his pants and pull out his dick then pulls my panties to the side. I rub him on me, coating him in my arousal and then slide down his length. The groan I let out is carnal. I feel so fucking full of him, the way he stretches me always hurts but in the best ways possible. Our eyes open and clash, it’s a flood of emotions that happens when we’re joined. He lifts one of my breasts to attack my nipple, and his eyes are open but behind me.

I look back to see what he’s seeing, having forgotten all about the mirror. What a conniving madman, this one.

“Look at you baby,” he lifts my skirt and bunches it up, twisting it in his hand. The sight of me impaled on him, shirtless, my breast in his mouth, my skirt bunched up in his hand, the other holding my ass open, his autumnal eyes lock with mine and he grins. “Do you see it now?”

I nod, planting my booted toes on the floor and lean forward, putting more of my weight on him. Jonas groans a resounding “Fuck yessss.” I grab my other cheek and we watch as I impale myself on him, over and over, the sight so fucking hypnotizing.

“Watch baby, look. Look at all that cream on my dick. It feels good doesn’t it? I do that to you?”

“Ugh, yes.”

“Watch.” His hand leaves my ass and he takes a nipple back into his mouth, flicking, licking, teasing, sucking, biting and the desire, the pleasure deepens, the warmth between my thighs feels as though its pooling, a liquid heat where we’re joined. “So fucking responsive.” He whispers.

I watch as more of my juices accumulate and something inside me snaps, the need to feel him cum inside of me and so I can watch it leak out around us so intense I feel fucking feral. I tighten my hold around his shoulders, only for my hand to slip down and grab his throat, squeezing the sides, staring at the way my body takes him, owns him, bucking my hips, each jiggle, the sweat on my body, the contrast of his large tan hand against the light of mine, the veins in his hand and forearm where he grips, strong and firm, not letting go once, only holding me tighter, closer.

“Oh fuck baby, yes, just like that.” He grunts.

My clit rubs against his pubic bone, swollen and needy, pulsing at each touch of contact I make and I seek it, using him, his perfect fucking body that was made for me to worship, to use, to love.

“Don’t fucking stop, I’m so fucking close. Use me baby, fuck my dick. That’s it – oh God.”

I feel his cock thicken, watch as his balls tighten. His fingers dig into my skin, my pants, his moans, his scent, his praise. It’s so much.

But then, something seems to snap inside of him, too. He shoves his forearms under my legs and he carries me like I weigh nothing and we’re against the wall. He pounds into me in short, angry stabs, the angle so much deeper, his grunting filling the silence with each brutal thrust and I buck my hips, meeting him. I come apart with a scream. “Jonas!”

He roars my name with a shudder as he shoves each impressive thick, throbbing inch of his cock into me and groans, “That’s my fucking girl, strangle my cock baby,” as I milk every ounce imaginable from him as he stills and I can feel every shot he shoots into me as I rock on him lazily.

He stumbles back, pants still around his ankles until we’re on the bed. We’re both breathless as he lies back, taking me with him. “Give me a sec.” he mutters. “My hearts beating so fast.”

I giggle and kiss him.

“Fuck baby,” Jonas wraps me in his arms. “Do that again.”

“Hmm?”

“Laugh for me.”

I shake my head.

“No?”

“No.”

This time, it’s a different attack. Jonas breaks his embrace, without withdrawing from me and begins to tickle me in ways I haven’t been tickled in years and in my stifled laughter, I panic, letting out something like a snort and a hiccup.

It is the mostatrocioussound I have ever made.

He stops and looks at me, bewilderment in his eyes. There’s something of a devious smile on his face but his eyes, those eyes the color of leaves with splashes of caramel and sun drops are so serious they command my attention. “I’m going to marry you, one day, you know that? Mark my words. You will be my wife.”

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