Page 14 of Amor Prohibido

Jace lunged unexpectedly; one second standing beside me, the next, straddling my hips and pressing me into the mattress.

“You’re too fucking covered,” he growled, shoving at my top with an air of desperation that spurred me into action.

I tore it over my head while he eased down my legs, peeling off my skirt as he went. With both pieces of my outfit tossed to the side, he hovered above me again and ground his hard length between my legs. The contact pulled a needy moan from deep within my chest. His focus shifted to my mouth. A beat passed, then the final straw broke. Jace slammed his mouth down onto mine. The roll of his hips had my nails gouging along the expanse of his back, then lower as I encouraged him to get in me already.

“Condom,” he panted, then leaned over the bed, muttering about a fucking condom as he hastily searched through his pants for his wallet.

Coming up triumphant, he sat back on his haunches and eyed me while rolling it on. Impatient and heady with arousal, he worked his hand up and down his length a few quick times before guiding it between my legs.

He nudged into my entrance, and once across the threshold, he gathered both my wrists and pinned them above my head. Nose to nose, breath to breath, he thrust into me until seated deep. My knees drew higher, taking him further into my body until I felt him hit deep inside.

“Hard and reckless, or gentleman’s style?” he murmured.

I snorted and tested the restraint he had on my wrists. It held firm and his fingers gripped tighter.

“As if you have to ask.”

“Both it is,” he growled.

Splayed out, stretched, and at his complete mercy, I bucked and arched beneath him. Urged him faster. Harder.

Jace rolled his hips in one continuous rhythm that hit all the right places, then reared back and pulled out without warning. I gasped when he flipped me to my stomach, sank his teeth into my booty cheek, then slid his digits through my arousal. I spread my knees as wide as I could, lifted my ass for him and cried out in pleasure when his hard length entered me again.

My fingers found my clit and rubbed it hard as he pounded into me. Reckless and drunk, I goaded him. Demanded more until his harsh rhythm faltered and I welcomed the bite of his fingers digging into my hip bones.

A long, tortured moan wove from my mouth. “I’m close again.”

I took everything Jace gave me. Welcomed it. Drew pleasure off the hints of pain each time he hit deep inside.

My orgasm crept higher with every flick of my urgent fingers.

“Fuck, it’s getting tight,” Jace hissed from behind me.

“I’m gonna c-mmmmmm.” I moaned and panted through the wave of pleasure when it hit, then held the bedsheets tight when Jace’s movements became wild and punishing.

With shouted incoherent words, his release hit hard. Fingertips gouged harder and his pelvis slammed into me one last time, then stilled.

Our breathless curses and panting filled the room, and a long minute passed before Jace smoothed a large hand over my booty and squeezed.

“I’m so fucking dead when Darren finds out about this.”

I snorted. “Darren won’t know shit.”

He captured my jaw and leaned forward to kiss me over my shoulder. “Never.”

He pulled out, removed the condom, and lay on his side facing me. I slid between his arms when he lifted them and gazed into his expression. A tiny crease formed between his brows.

“What’s wrong?”

“I hope I haven’t gone and ruined us completely, J.”

“I wanted this—webothdid. Promise me this won’t change us in the morning.”

“I promise, sweetheart,” murmured against my forehead. His hand grazed lower and squeezed. “Hmm, I fuckinglikethis.”

“And I like this,” I purred, wrapping my hand around his cock. It began to harden once more with a few teasing strokes. “I wish I could feel this bare inside me.”

His eyes lit and he rose to one elbow. “You’re on contraception?”

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