Page 95 of Jagged Line Paradise

I take in a deep breath, locking onto her stare, and she breathes with me. She syncs up with me so quickly that it warms me, making me feel needed. When she confirms it with her words, I know I’m a goner.

“I need you, Andrés,” she says, and she means it innocently, but we both hear the way her voice pitches up at the end—we both feel each other’s heart skip a beat at the same time.

The mutual need we have for each other is palpable. Our shared breaths gradually quicken, though they remain deep and cleansing. Naturally, our bodies start to melt together, as if they were always meant to be one. Her hands wrap around my shoulders again and her back arches as her body curves into mine.

“I really need you, Andrés,” she repeats, brushing her nose across the side of my face, pressing her cheek to mine as she holds me tighter.

Her hips shift and she rubs across my cock. I groan at the feeling of her warmth, the hint of heat between her legs as she sits heavily on me.

“Please,” she whispers. “Let me have you just like this.”

Dios mío.

I have no goddamn self-control when it comes to her. “Hold on to me.”

She grips me tighter as I reach between our bodies to unlatch my belt buckle, unbutton, and pull down my zipper. I free my quickly thickening cock from my boxer briefs.

“Andrés,” she breathes, panting against my ear.

“Are you already wet for me, sunshine? Are you ready for me that quickly?”

The fucking beast roars.

She pulls back to look at me, her fingers lacing together as she grasps the back of my neck. Her eyes are already heavy with desire that came seemingly from nowhere and she nibbles at her bottom lip. “Almost.”

“Almost?” I lift my hips, pressing my cock against the fabric of her panties.

She rocks her hips. “Almost.”

I slip one hand beneath her ass, reaching for her underwear, and I yank it aside with two fingers, holding it out of the way as her eyes pop wide and her lips part with a pleasure-filled gasp. Her bare pussy rubs along the length of my cock and it makes us both moan.

“Holy wow,” she says, and it’s so characteristically her that it makes me chuckle.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I tell her as she holds onto me and grinds her hips.

It makes her whimper and sink heavier. Only a minute passes before her eyes darken, her eyelids drooping with a lustful stare. “I’m ready,” she says as if she needs to.

“I know, Lonnie. I can feel how wet you are.”

“I want you inside me. Please.”

Please.

The plea ignites a spark that sets a fire deep in the pit of my stomach. My voice comes out dark and gruff. “Beg me.”

“Andrés,please.”

I let go of her underwear and bring my hand up to grasp the side of her neck, gently pressing my thumb over the hollow of her throat. She swallows as I drag her close, until our foreheads are touching, and I heat her with the force of my stare. “Beg for my cock.”

“I...please...”

“Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you, that you want my cock inside you.” One of her hands pulls back, swatting at my arm, trying to push my hand away from her throat. I slip my hand to the back of her neck, digging my fingertips heavily into her skin and holding her firmly in place. “Beg me.”

“I-I don’t want to beg you right now. I just need you—” She swats at my arm again. “Let go.”

Her eyes flicker with frustration.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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