Page 110 of Stolen Kiss

“How are you feeling, baby girl?” he asked, twisting it.

I squirmed on the bed. “Good. Jensen, please.”

He nodded, satisfied, then he took off my leg. He’d only done this for me a few times, and already, he’d become somewhat of an expert. I watched as he leaned it within my reach, only this time, I didn’t care.

I trusted him enough to be vulnerable with him.

He moved to the nightstand for the condoms, and my stomach clenched at the sight.

Jensen turned back to me, a devilish look entering his eyes. Slowly, he took off my shirt, then my sleep shorts, then my panties, until I was fully naked in front of him. His eyes hones in on my wet pussy, and I could feel the muscle on the inside of my thighs clenching with need.

He moved us so we were sitting in the middle of the bed, with his back against the headboard. I was sitting between his legs. He spread my legs on either side of his thighs.

“Look at you,” he said in awe. “Fuck, I don’t think I have ever seen such a glorious sight before.”

His large hands cupped my breasts, and I closed my eyes, just feeling his touch. He pinched my nipples and my eyes sprang open.

“I want you to look at what I’m doing to you,” he said. “Understand?”

I nodded. “Yes, Jensen.”

He made an approving noise at the back of his throat. “Such a good girl. My good girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” I breathed. “Yours. I’m yours.”

I looked down as he moved his hand down my body, from my sternum down to my flat belly, circling around my navel before finally he cupped me in his hand.

His lips moved to my ear, and he sucked in the earlobe, playing with it between his teeth before he let go.

“I’m going to drive you crazy,” he promised darkly, just as he moved his fingers forcibly across my entrance.

“Fuck!” I hadn’t been expecting it. I gripped his forearm as I watched him play with my pussy.

“Look at this,” he said, his voice rough and his hand never losing momentum. “Look at your greedy little cunt, sopping with want.”

He moved faster until it almost became unbearable.

“Jensen,” I begged, though I didn’t know what it was exactly that I was begging him for. To stop? To keep going and never stop?

But I didn’t know if I could handle it anymore.

This was too much.

My lungs tightened and my nails scratched down his forearm, a line of red following after. He moved his other hand toward my leg and hooked his arms beneath my knee. He pulled up, exposing me even more to his gaze and holding me immobile at the same time.

He entered two long fingers inside me and fucked me hard.

My back arched, first trying to get away from the powerful sensation, then moving back to him, seeking more, wanting more.

I didn’t know what I wanted anymore.

I was a mess of confusing emotions, and I was on the brink of losing total and complete control.

He increased his pace.

Faster and faster.

Rougher and harder.

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