Page 19 of Only Ever Yours

“I’ve been hard for you all fucking night long,” he grits out. “Wanted to slide this fucking dress up and fuck you over the bar. I would have fucked you in the middle of the fucking dance floor if you let me.”

Jaydon

I’m doing everything I can to not slam into her dripping wet pussy right now. I know she’s still soaked from earlier—I can feel her slick juices on my dick through her fucking soaked lace thong. I’m losing my control with her. She’s doing things to me that no other woman ever has.

I like control.

I planned to fuck with her all night and send her in a rage, fuming back to her hotel room, alone. I should have known, the second I started dancing with her and feeling her curvy body on my fingertips, I’d be done for.

I’ve never seen a sexier woman, the way her tiny black dress hugs every fucking curve on her body.

I’ve been hard since I saw her walk out the goddamn side door at home earlier. As soon as she stepped out, it was Game. Fucking. Over.

She’d already beaten me at my own fucking game.

Every man at the club tonight wanted to fuck her—I could see it in their eyes. The last fucker that was dancing with her was getting too brave, running his hands a little too fucking close to her thighs.

I’ve never wanted to kill someone so badly in my life.

I could have strangled him with my bare hands and dragged him out the back door of the club.

No one gets to touch her the way I do when I’m around.

I’m losing my fucking sanity. She’s not mine, but I don’t give a fuck. I know she fucking hates me, but she can’t control herself either. I can tell by the way she looks at me.

She looks up at me with those ocean-blue eyes, so full of need, and it’s fucking with my head. I grind my dick harder against her wetness. I’m already throbbing, about to come, and I haven’t even started yet.

That’s what she does to me.

I’m not in control when I’m around her. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, her head falling back, and her loud moan spurs me on when I glide my dick back down her sweet pussy.

“Oh god, Jaydon… I need you in me now. Put your dick in me, please… fill me up.” She begs me in the most erotic way.

And that’s my fucking undoing.

I reach between us, grabbing the thin lace material, and pull, ripping it off her sexy body; her bare mound is exposed to me. I grip my hardened length and glide it up and down her dripping slit.

My breath hitches, and I’m unable to think, with only one thought on my mind. I’m about to push in when she speaks.

Lust-filled eyes, she’s breathing heavily, “Condom… Jay.”

Fuck.

I almost fucked up.

I can’t fucking think straight around her. My mind's a mess, consumed by the sounds of her begging. I reach for my wallet on the floor and pull out the foil packet. Her eyes locked on me, watching in anticipation. Her sinful little tongue—that I know feels so good gliding over my dick—slips out, licking her bottom lip as she watches me roll the condom down my aching length.

I squeeze my shaft hard, lining back up with her.

“Now, spread those sexy fucking thighs, Peachy… and take this dick.” And I slam into her warm, wet pussy.

Fucking. Amazing.

She yelps at my quick intrusion. I know she’s wet enough, but I am pretty well endowed, so I should have taken my sweet time.

I just can’t fucking help it; she makes me feral.

This is unreal. The woman that hates me literally has the best pussy I’ve ever felt in my entire life. I can’t believe she’s letting me near her—much less spread before me and letting me inside her sweet pussy.

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