Page 22 of Only Ever Yours

It’s hot and so fucking wild.

I can feel it building again—tightening, burning from the inside out.

“One more,” he pants breathlessly, thrusting into me. “Give me one more, Peachy.”

That name rolling off his tongue sends me over the edge.

I unravel with a scream. My pussy clenches hard around his thick cock, milking him as every wave crashes through me, taking everything I have in me. My body shakes, the pleasure so intense it resembles pain, stealing my breath. My hands go to his chest, and I lose all sense of control.

He releases a groan from deep within his chest. He thrusts once more, and his body locks beneath mine, muscles trembling. His cock twitches inside me as he spills his release, filling the condom with hot pulses. His fingers dig in, gripping my hips like he’s afraid to let go.

We collapse in a tangled heap before I roll off and onto my back. We both lay, drenched in sweat and struggling tocatch our breath. My chest rises and falls as I stare at the ceiling, still floating in the aftermath of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced in my life.

I take that back—the three most intense orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.

Jaydon's the first to recover and slips out of bed to dispose of the condom. I just lie blinking up at the ceiling, dazed and confused as hell.

When I hear the door creak open, I scramble, rushing past him and into the bathroom to clean up.

Right as I step out of the bathroom, the hotel room phone rings.

Who the hell is calling at this time of night? So strange.

Jaydon reaches over to the nightstand and answers.

“Hello…This is he. Oh… uh... oh… Yes, sorry about that. No, Ma'am, everything’s good… we will keep it down.”

I can’t hear the other person on the line. But he glances at me with that sexy as fuck smirk on his gorgeous face and hangs up the phone with a deep, throaty chuckle.

I eye him curiously while I sit on the side of the bed in the towel I stole since I don’t have any of my clothes in here.

“Who was that?” I ask with a raised brow.

His mischievous eyes cut to mine, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “The front desk,” he says casually. “Apparently, they’ve had complaints about screaming coming from my room. I wonder who that was?”

His deep, throaty laugh rumbles through the room, and damn… it’s so fucking sexy.

I put my face in my hands, embarrassed. “Shut up…” He leans over and tugs my arm, pulling my hands away from my face. “Stop, Jay. That’s so fucking embarrassing.”

He's only wearing his boxers, so his sexy fucking body is on full display. I didn’t get a chance to truly admire him earlier. He must have taken his shirt off at some point when he was behind me.

My gaze drifts down, taking in every inch of him. He’s still holding my hands, but when he notices where my eyes are lingering, he gently lets go. Then he leans back against the pillows, casually folding his arms behind his head like he knows exactly what he’s doing.

And he does, he knows I’m ogling his perfect body.

“Don’t worry about it. Nobody knows who the girl was, screaming my name in ecstasy.”

I hold my hand up to stop him, “Please… just don’t talk about it… I’m too fucking out of it and tired right now.”

He looks at me, still laughing.

“What? I just don’t want to talk about it, Jay.”

“No, it's not that, Peachy… why are you wearing a fucking towel?”

I dramatically huff and roll my eyes. “Don’t call me that…” he chuckles again, “…and I kinda don’t have anything else to wear. You destroyed my underwear...” I gesture towards the floor where my torn thong lies.

His face lights up with a grin, “And your pussy.”

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