Page 66 of Let Me Say It Again

Her head snapped, her eyes practically boring a hole through my head. “I know that. Do you think I’m stupid, Red? You think I don’t know I can take you?”

I brushed a chunk of hair that was caught in dampness on her forehead away from her face. “I think it’s a lot, and you don’t like to appear weak or like you can’t do something. We don’t have to do this, though.”

“Please. I want this, remember? Just as badly as you do.” Scrunching her nose, she sank further down, and this time I was almost fully inside her. I saidalmost. Let’s not get crazy, okay?

Between the wait, anticipating being buried deep inside her and wanting it, needing it, so badly, sweat was beginning to trickle along my spine.

None of that mattered, though. “Breathe, Jade. Do you want to flip and for me to be on—”

“No,” she practically shouted. “I’m always on top.”

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Jade

And Iwasalways on top. I liked it better that way. I could take them a lot better and feel fuller than I could’ve ever hoped for. So, what was my problem now?

This was the superior position, especially because it was just as I liked it, reminding them that I was not some patsy—in the bedroom or out of it. I liked to control the situation, and I felt like being on top did that.

Red and I could go a million rounds with each other, sparring verbally until the morning came and then starting up all over again if we had to. He didn’t hold back. Ever. I didn’t hold back. We all knew that. We were dynamite together, the very definition of explosive.

But then there was this other side to him. This side that was unnerving to my person. It made me feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. He had this tenderness about him that made me feel unsettled. Why couldn’t he cut it the hell out?

I didn’t want it because it gave me a false sense of security, a false hope that I could let myself believe he’d always be there for me, that he’d be my safety net, there to catch me when I fell. And he wouldn’t be because this was fake.

So, it was like every other relationship or random hook-up in my life. Thinking it was going to be something more—or could be—would only make me feel a world of hurt. And I deserved better. I also knew better.

Fool me once? Shame on me.

Fool me twice? Fuck you. It wasn’t happening again.

Wanting to feel all of him inside me, I grabbed hold of his shoulders, sucked in, and on an exhale sat all the way down onhis cock. The immediate feeling? Pain. It went away nearly as fast as it came, though, because it was like Red knew exactly what to do to get rid of it.

He grazed the pad of his thumb over my cheek, rubbing it softly. It was like it counterbalanced the pain. Or was it because he distracted me from it? I couldn’t be sure, but either way, the burn from the stretch dissipated, and all that was left was a rush of pleasure.

It was like he knew it, too, because he took both of his hands and cupped my breasts, pushing them together and playing with my nipples.

Thank you, it seemed we were done with that tender crap.

I got into a steady rhythm, rocking like it was my day job. That was right, I was doing the damn thing, excelling at it, and taking names.

“I wish you could see what I see right now. You’re going to be sore tomorrow, but you know that, don’t you? And you don’t care.”

Mid-rise, he placed his thumb on my clit, pressing down until I settled back down. We repeated that action twice more, each time a feeling of bursting at the seams washing over me. My pulse was racing along with my heartbeat. He was pushing me past my breaking point, and I wanted him to break me so badly. “You feel so good.”

He pinched one of my nipples. “You going to come for me again, Jade? You’re so tight, I don’t know how long I’m going to last.”

If I was being honest, I wasn’t entirely sure how long I was going to last either.

I rocked.

And rocked.

With each rock, I went harder, faster.

One of his hands was fixated on my breasts while the other played with my pussy.

I was feeling maximum pressure, the sensations all too much for me.

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