Page 107 of Stolen Kiss

“Fuck, I’ve been wanting to do this all morning,” he said, as he leaned forward and took my mouth in a hard kiss.

I gasped, and he took advantage of it and plunged his tongue inside. The soft velvety feel of it gliding against mine was driving me crazy in the worst way possible.

“Jensen,” I moaned.

He covered my mouth with his palm. “You have to be quiet. You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” Even in the dark hallway, I could see the way his eyes glinted wickedly. I nodded and he smiled. “Good girl.”

Like the loser that I was, I flourished under his small, little praise.

I moved my hands to his shoulders, trying to find my balance.

Distantly, I could hear Elodie talking to her stuffed animal in the next room. I hoped Jensen was better at multitasking than I was and paying attention to her, because right now all I wanted to do was surrender myself to him.

He removed his hand and kissed me once more, and I closed my eyes. I felt his hands cup my breasts through my shirt, playing with my nipples. I whimpered in his mouth, wanting more, but he didn’t linger. He moved his hands down to the waistband of my jeans and unbuttoned them before pushing one hand inside my panties.

My thighs clenched together instinctively, and Jensen used his other hand to smack my ass.

My eyes opened in surprise. It didn’t hurt, not with my jeans in the way, but this was the first time he’d been rough with me. I wasn’t sure what to think about it. All I knew was I was turned on, and I just needed him to touch me.

I relaxed my muscles, and he offered me a pleased smile.

He swiped his fingers across my center.

“Fuck,” I said, grinding down against his touch and moving my hips.

“You’re so wet for me,” he said, rubbing his fingers against me faster. “I can’t wait to feel you tonight, to taste you. You’d let me do that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned urgently, moving my hips to the rhythm his fingers set. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him. He swirled his thumb across my clit, and my fingers dug into his skin, pulling him closer to me.

His other hand moved up and grasped my breast, massaging it, and he leaned over and kissed my neck.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to catch enough air, when he entered two fingers inside me.

A small tremor worked its way up my body. I was so close.

It would take much more for me to come, and how badly I wanted to come. “Jensen,” I uttered as he moved inside of me. I clenched around his fingers every time he moved back in. I could feel my arousal drenching the fabric of my panties, could feel the stickiness of it as it clung onto my skin.

I came then, the world exploding in vivid colors with every burst of the orgasm he was able to elicit from me.

Jensen muffled my screams with his mouth, kissing me as if his life depended on it, and it very well did, because I would probably kill him if he stopped.

My arms hooked under his arms and I pulled him to me, holding on so I wouldn’t fall.

I was off balance.

I opened my eyes when he pulled away from me, watching him watch me with what could only be described as deep fascination in his eyes.

He pulled out of me, and my leg twitched, still sensitive.

Then I watched as he brought his fingers—fingers that were covered with my cum—up to his mouth and sucked. I felt that little action at my core.

I wanted him again.

This wasn’t enough.

I wanted—fuck, needed more, with him.

More of his time, more of his laughs and smiles. Just more.

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