Page 89 of Only Ever Yours

I giggle, leaning back on my elbows, starting to feel like myself again while I take in the man standing before me.

He's mine, all mine.

His toned body and the ink that covers him like a canvas have me aching for more.

His eyes darken, full of desire. “You have no idea how bad I want to rip these tiny shorts off your ass and taste every inch of you,” he growls, his chest rises and falls with need. “Been dreaming of the day you’d let me in again.” His fingers skim the hem of my waistband, teasing, taunting.

I glance down as he hovers over me, standing beside the bed. My tank top has ridden high up my abs, and my tiny shorts are sitting dangerously low on my hips.

His intense stare burns into me, lighting me up from the inside, and his tongue on me is the only way to extinguish the flames.

“So do it,” I challenge, biting the corner of my lip, teasing, as my gaze drifts over his hardened erection. “Take what’s always been yours.”

The most devilish smirk lights up his face, then his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my shorts. “Goddamn, Peachy, I can’t fucking resist you when you say shit like that.”

I need to feel this man more than I've ever needed his touch before. I want the warm, wetness of his tongue that I remember so well, gliding over me.

Before my clothing ever hits the ground, his warm, wet lips are already on my clit. My pussy spasms, causing my breath to hitch. His low chuckle vibrates across my delicate skin; he knows just how much he affects me.

I still love his cockiness.

He softly wraps his mouth around my sensitive mound and kisses, sucking gently before his lips slowly pull away with a pop.

He raises his head, and I groan in frustration. His eyes darken with mischief, and a playful smirk tugs at the corner of his lips before he speaks.

“Don’t move. I’ll be right back.” He quickly presses a kiss to my lips.

Then he pushes up off the bed and spins to exit his room.What the fuck?

“Jaydon!” I shout, then hear him laugh as his footsteps fade, carrying him down the hall.

Moments later, he comes back carrying something in his hands, with the most mischievous grin plastered on his face when he holds it up and shows it to me. My eyes widen in surprise—my vibrator.

“Thought we could play with this…” He taunts, running the tip down the center of my stomach.

My words come out breathy as he reaches dangerously close to where I want his touch. “You better be so glad you came back because, I would have been so fucking pissed if you left me like this again.”

“Baby, I have the girl of my dreams spread out on my fucking bed. It would take the world crashing down to keep me away from you now.”

My heart flutters at his words and the feel of him gliding the silicone tip over my mound before sliding it against my wet center. It's good, but I want his lips on me. Nothing compares to the heated touch of this man against me, and I need him. I ache for him.

“Jay, please.” He bites his lower lip into his mouth; his eyes darken when he barely pushes the tip in. “Oh god… I need your tongue on me.” My breath hitches while he teases my dripping center.

“Fuck, Peachy, I’m gonna eat this good dripping pussy while I fuck you with this.” He growls. And I can hear how much he aches for me in his voice. He continues teasing my opening, so slow and deliberate, driving me mad. “Is that what you want, sweet girl? Want me to work you open and fuck you with this while I make you come all over my tongue.”

Shivers run the length of my spine as he speaks. His words hitting me straight in my needy pussy.

I only nod because I can't think straight; my brain is no longer functioning with the trance he has me in. Theonly thing I can focus on right now is what his dangerous voice is doing to my body.

“You’re so fucking wet, I don’t think we’ll need any lube for this…” he traces my throbbing opening with the soft silicone when he speaks.

My breath catches at the sensation before I speak, “You could always spit on it.” I offer, seductively batting my lashes while I feign innocence.

The devilish smirk that appears on his face as he reaches down adjusting himself through his jeans, and I know I’m in for it. “You make my dick so fucking hard saying shit like that.”

“And I want you so bad, Jay.” I pant.

“I know you do, now open those thighs wide and show me that pretty pink pussy. Show me what's mine.”

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