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I’m too full, too horny to care, and I back into his cock, wanting him even deeper.
“That’s it. You know what you want.”
We fuck. Hard, slow, our joint moans and gasps filling the room. I’m lost in a completely different world, barely able to recall my own name but still capable of screaming his.
On the first orgasm, I know he isn’t nearly done with me, pumping his fingers and cock so relentlessly. The safe word sits right at the tip of my tongue.
Tommy retracts his fingers from my pussy and unloops his arm, spreading my ass wide.
“How mad do you think Holt would be if he could see us right now?” he jests. “His precious sister taking her enemy’s cock so deep in her ass.”
I groan out a, “Fuck you,” and it only makes him harder.
“You’re damaged goods now, Jenna.Mydamaged goods.”
His possessive statement is his final undoing, and hot jets shoot straight inside me.
“Fuuuuck.” Tommy whimpers out the word, still moving inside me and pulling every last drop from his dick.
He’s hot and sticky and so fucking perfect as he holds himself over me, running his tongue across my shoulder blades.
I, on the other hand, only feel nauseous, sick to my stomach over my lack of willpower.
“Give me a second, and we’ll go again. You can ride me this time,” he says, pulling up to a stand and slipping out of my ass.
The sensation is odd, but not horrible, unlike how the rest of me feels.
I roll onto my back, sleepy but not as comatose as the first time.
“I need to leave.” It’s a quick statement, delivered with venom.
He takes a step back, running a palm over his mouth. “Are you for real?”
Just like every time I’m with a guy, I rush out of his bedroom and grab my clothes, not caring that my sweater is hanging completely open when I pull it on like a cardigan.
Tommy stalks after me, completely naked and leaving me second-guessing my decision to leave.
I push away temptation and look him dead in the eyes, padding toward him with a single finger out in front of me.
“You fucked me to prove a point. This is all about my brother, isn’t it?”
He just shrugs, annoyance creasing between his brow. “Tell yourself what you want. Repeat whatever words help you sleep at night.”
Anger rages inside me. “You’re fucking me as a middle finger to my brother, aren’t you? When you said it outside of Rise Up, I thought you were being cruel, but now I think you’re being serious.”
When his trademark smirk fails to emerge like I predicted, I’m left a little confused.
Tommy steps so close that my finger presses into his sternum.
He points toward his front door, my boots and jacket in a heap beside it. “I couldn’t care less about your brother.” He shakes his head at me. “I don’t know how many chances you think you’re going to get with me, Jenna. But you walk out of that door, and I’ll never fuck you again. I won’t even so much aslookat you because you’ll be dead to me.”
“A plan with no drawbacks.” The lie tumbles from my cocky lips.
He retracts his finger and forms a fist, jaw ticcing, heat pooling in his face. “Then be on your motherfucking way, Hellion. There’s plenty more where you came from.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
JENNA
