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I buck harder, my pussy clenching down on him, giving him what he wants.
His teeth slice over my earlobe, nibbling while he fucks me hard and rough and wild.
“I’m so close.” But he already knows. My body is telling him everything he needs to know.
“Is it too much? Am I too rough?”
“No. I love it,” I pant the words.
“That so?” He buries his fingers in my hair and tugs my head back, exposing my throat. His sparkling eyes lock with mine.
“I like you controlling me,” I whisper, taking all of him again and again. He doesn’t look away, doesn’t blink. Each stroke is ecstasy. This is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
His voice is thick with barely restrained need. “Give it to me. Come for me, Becca.” He covers my mouth with his, and I let myself go a third time, giving in to the pleasure I tried to hold back.
How could I think a man like him would settle for anything less than my absolute surrender to the sensations he’s dragging out of me?
My release flows over him as I undulate my hips, rubbing my ass against him, accepting the harsh kiss until he pulls away, bares his teeth, and roars with his own release.
His arms lock around my ribs, and he pants against the curve of my neck. Slowly his hold gentles, and he takes me down to the mattress, then kisses every inch of my sweaty body as I gasp for breath, my heart still pounding.
When he gets to my hip, his thumb brushes across the little butterfly tattoo, and his eyes lock with mine, a wicked grin on his face.
“I knew it.”
“Knew what?” My brow furrows.
“Knew you had a tattoo. That day at the Chinese restaurant. I even knew it’d be a butterfly.”
“Am I that predictable?”
“Not at all. Maybe it was just my wishful thinking, hoping there was at least a bit of a wild side hidden deep inside you.”
“Guess you just found that out.”
“Guess I did.” He looks pleased.
He moves down my body and laps up every drop of my release, groaning with pleasure, then slides up my body to rest his weight on top of me, and the sensation is delicious.
I wrap my arms around him.
He dips his head to kiss my lips. Just a soft peck.
“Any regrets?” he asks, and I notice the worry on his face.
“None,” I say with a smile, putting him at ease. “That was wonderful, and I needed this.”
“Good.” He drops to his back and tugs me against him, wrapping an arm tight around me. “Now get some sleep.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Rebecca—
The morning sun streams through the crack of the curtains. I roll over and see JJ on his stomach, fast asleep. Putting my elbow on the pillow, I rest my head in my hand, and study him at my leisure. His back is beautifully muscled and his shoulders broad, both covered in ink. I long to run my palm over his skin, but I don’t want to wake him. I lift the sheet and peer at his phenomenal ass.
A part of me can’t believe what we did last night, but I don’t regret a minute of it.
Slipping from the bed, I throw on one of his flannel shirts and go to the kitchen to start coffee.
