Page 91 of Only Ever Yours

He lifts the hem of my shirt.

“Take off your fucking top. I want your titties in my face,” he demands, dragging that sexy fucking lip under his teeth.

And I oblige, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the floor.

“Baby, you know, you wanna get on this dick and ride.” He smirks, and both our gazes go straight to his perfectly hardened cock, standing tall between us.

Goddamn him. He knows me all too well.

“Do I really, though? I mean… I already got mine.” I tease, lifting up on both knees and gripping him, positioning him at my dripping entrance—but I don’t allow him in.

He slaps the side of my ass.

“Motherfucker, Ellie!” He releases a ragged breath, running a hand through his hair. His head rolls back in frustration. “I’m about to slam up into you if you don’t stop fucking around.”

I giggle, slowly lowering myself, but only allowing just the tip to barely slide in. I lean forward, and he grips behind my neck, pulling me to him, and captures my lips in his. Our kiss quickly deepens, and I feel myself throb on his tip, wanting more.

His breaths come out in gasps, letting me know just how badly he’s aching for me. “Go ahead,” he growls. “Slide me into that tight little slit. You know you’re craving it.”

And even though I’ve just had release, I need him inside me just as badly.

But something is different this time. The thought lingers in the back of my mind.

I pull back, searching his eyes. “Jaydon.” A breath catches in my throat. “You’re not wearing a condom.”

He stares deep into my soul before he speaks, “I know, Peachy.”

Chills run the length of my spine at the meaning behind his words.

He knows.

Hewantsthis. No barrier between us.

RAW.

I let the thought sink in for a beat.

The weight of the meaning.

Then his hands go to my ass, his fingers digging in—almost painful. But I love it, love his hands on me. I crave the feel of him owning me. His mouth takes mine again, sucking and biting, teasing pants from my lips.

The pleasure spurs me on, and I finally put us both out of our misery when I slide down onto his thick cock, inch by inch, until I’m completely filled.

A moan escapes from deep within his chest, but his lips never leave mine.

I pause, enjoying the delicious stretch, the way he fills me so completely it almost hurts.

So full.

So raw.

This feeling of being connected so deeply, it's too much, too perfect. The pleasure is off the charts.

I simply have never experienced anything like it before—him bare inside of me—and by the sounds escaping from his lips… neither has he.

I ride him, taking my time and enjoying every second. The meaning of this is so much more than just sex. We are finally admitting our feelings to one another, committing ourselves to each other without words.

I never want this to end.

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