Page 104 of Only Ever Yours

“What are you up to?” My voice teases, knowing full well he's up to something.

His eyes darken before he leans down, capturing my lower lip between his teeth, sucking gently before speaking, “I think someone needs to be punished for their actions earlier tonight.”

His hand slowly dips beneath my dress, gliding up the back of my thigh.

“Jay,” his name escapes my lips as I bite down on my lower lip.

Goosebumps spread across my skin from his heated touch in the cool night air.

He tips my head back. His warm lips tease across the sensitive skin just below my ear.

He murmurs, his voice low and thick with desire, “Tell me, Peachy… is my wife dripping for me?” A delicious shudder runs through my body when he bites hard enough, barely causing pain, “is this pussy soaked for me, desperate for me to fill it with my cum?”

The moan that slips from my throat is unintentional. He puts me under his spell, talking dirty to me, like usual.

“I guess you’ll have to find out for yourself.” I tease, my words coming out like a whisper.

The corner of his lips tugs up in a smirk with fire in his eyes. Walking me backwards, his lips claim mine with deep, open-mouthed kisses. The coolness of the glass door presses into my back as he growls against my lips. “I think it’s time for you to take your sweet ass inside and show me exactly what I’ve been missing all fucking day.”

I chuckle, teasing, “You already had me today.”

I’m intoxicated by him. I’ve been horny as hell, and he fulfilled all my needs this morning before we ever got out of bed.

But I still need him.

Always.

His hands tighten against my hips. “Baby, it’s not enough.” He kisses my lips once more, releasing a shaky breath, his forehead resting against mine for only a second before he trails kisses down along my jaw. “It’s never fucking enough, Peachy. I can never get enough of your sweet fucking pussy.”

His hand finds the door handle behind me, and he steps me backwards inside before slamming it shut with his foot, his lips never far from my skin.

I can hear the ache in his voice when he speaks, “I crave your sexy body—every day, all damn day long. I will never get enough of you. We could live ten lifetimes, and I would still never get enough of you, Baby.”

He pins me up against the granite island, and the cool stone sears into my overheated skin.

“Mmm, Jay… my pussy’s throbbing for you. I need your mouth on my clit.”

His groin presses further against me as a deep, guttural moan rumbles in his chest. “Motherfucker,” he hisses against my lips, “you’re gonna make me come in my jeans like a fucking teenage boy, saying shit like that.”

I giggle, remembering the one night I teased him through his sweats until he lost all control. I had edged him to his breaking point. I love it… I still love messing with him.

And by the hunger in his eyes, I already know he's about to ruin me in thebest possible way.

His lips crash against mine as he lifts me effortlessly onto the counter, his body between my thighs. My stomach flutters when I watch him tug at the back of his shirt and pull it from his body in the sexiest move. I watch his muscles flex and his abs ripple with the movement, making me ache for him that much more.

Seeing those veins in his arms still turns me on like nothing else.

He rubs his fingertips along my inner thigh. “Open those thighs. Show me what’s mine. Show me that pretty pink pussy… how it glistens in the light for me. Show me that you want me just as bad as I want you, Peachy.”

I lean back on both elbows, shaky breaths escaping me. I can't seem to get enough air. His words are like a spell, and I follow every command. Slowly spreading my thighs, his gaze drops between us, darkening with hunger.

“Fuck,” he breathes out the word like a prayer.

His hands trail up my inner thighs, slowly, driving me insane. Igniting a fire in their path. I can practically feel myself leaking, my pussy begging for him, needing him to fill it.

Then his finger slips beneath my thong.

Jaydon

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