Page 125 of Stolen Kiss

Hallelujah!

He handed it to me, but before I could ask him what he wanted me to do, he inserted two fingers inside me, and I lost all thought.

I clenched around him as he pumped them, slowly at first before he steadily quickened his pace.

I squirmed on the floor, wanting so badly to come.

My leg twisted and turned, and I needed him to move just a little more like this.

Yes, exactly like this.

He roughly rubbed my clit with his other hand.

Yes!

My back arched and with a scream that I hoped was drowned out by the loud music in the bar, I came all over his finger.

I felt him take the condom out of my hand, but I was still riding off this high and didn’t care. Then I felt the tip of his hard cock nudge my opening, and I suddenly cared very, very much.

I opened my eyes to take him in.

He had laid himself on top of me. Looking into my eyes and not saying another word, he sank into me.

And he fucked me.

He fucked me so hard, I could feel my breasts move with every hard thrust, and hear our skin slap every time he moved in just the right way.

Our stomachs glided against each other, and he never looked away from my eyes.

There was something degrading about the way he was taking me roughly on this cold, hard floor in a bar full of strangers with nothing more than a flimsy door separating us.

Yet I didn’t feel used.

I didn’t feel humiliated.

I clenched my thighs around him.

If you don’t fucking love me, then let New York go down in flames tonight, I thought.

He loved me.

He loved me just as much as I loved him.

Jensen might be a good liar, but he couldn’t fucking lie to me in that moment.

My fingernails dug into the skin in his back, and I scratched down, wanting him to hurt as much as I had been hurting.

The pain seemed to only spur him.

He moved faster against me.

It wasn’t long before we lost ourselves.

I could feel the spasm around my lower back, could feel my muscles tightening, could anticipate the stark relief that would come from such a mind-shattering experience—an impending explosion that was bound to happen.

I came first.

Jensen soon followed me. He closed his eyes and with a shout, came inside me.

We didn’t speak after.

Jensen carefully pulled out of me and disposed of the condom and the blanket in the trash can before he gently helped me straighten my dress.

His touch echoed in me reverently.

It almost felt like worship.

He kissed me just before he opened the door, letting the world intrude on this little moment we had carved out for ourselves.

I felt that kiss all the way down to my soul.

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