Page 92 of Only Ever Yours

I crave him—his body, his soul.

His filthy mouth keeps my pussy so fucking wet, dripping nonstop only for him.

Only him.

“Baby, you have no idea how good this feels. I’m fucking addicted to you. Feeling your sweet wet pussy riding my dick. I can’t get enough of it. Gonna need to get in you every day.”

His words spur me on, and I ride him harder, faster until we are both panting. I’m about to come when he suddenlypulls out and flips me onto my back, climbing over me.

He dips his head, his lips going around my pebbled nipple. He sucks hard, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry out, arching into his mouth as his tongue swirls around my nipple, then flicks it relentlessly until I’m trembling beneath him. His body covers mine like a shield, his cock rubbing against my soaked slit, teasing and torturing me with every drag of his hips.

“Jaydon, please,” I beg, my voice wrecked and breathless, so eager for him.

He lifts his head, his lips glistening, and his eyes burning with need. “Tell me what you want, Peachy.”

“You, I need you inside me. Now,” I pant.

That’s the only encouragement he needs.

He thrusts into me in one powerful stroke, and we both gasp—the connection so raw. The slick slide of his cock filling me perfectly.

I wrap my legs around his waist, locking us together as he grinds into me. I can't get him close enough. Every inch of him fills me completely, stretching me wide, in the most satisfying way.

His hand slides up my body, lacing our fingers together as he pins my arm above my head, holding me down.

I feel him twitch inside me, right before he starts to move, pounding into me.

Hard.

Deep.

Each thrust steals the air from my lungs.

His lips find mine again, kissing me like he’s starving for it. Forme.Like I’m the only thing in this world that can satisfy him, and he can't get enough.

“This pussy’s mine now,” he growls against my lips, so wrecked and wild. “You know that, right?”

I nod frantically, unable to form words, my body tightening beneath him—on the brink of shattering.

“Say it,” he demands, thrusting deeper.

“It’s yours, Jaydon.” I moan, “All yours,” and then I come undone around him.

Loud and shameless as waves of pleasure wreck me.

My nails dig into his back, pulling him down.

He’s right behind me, chasing his release as his hips slam into mine. He growls my name, spilling inside me, raw and so fucking perfect.

He presses his forehead to mine, whispering onto my lips, “We’re so fucked.”

And God help me, because yes, we are.

“What are we gonna tell Haleigh?” I ask, the question slipping from my lips before I have time to second guess it.

His brow lifts, amused and a lazy smile plays on his lips, “Were gonna tell her the fucking truth—That you’ve been in love with me for years and you couldn’t resist me any longer.”

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