Page 150 of Stolen Kiss

“What else? Does there have to be something else?”

I shook my head. “No, but if there is, don’t you think we should put all of this out in the open? Get it over with and start new?”

I took another step, and she took one more back. “Start new?”

I smiled a little at that. “Yes, baby. Start new.”

One more step back, and she was met with the wall. Perfect. I moved closer to her body and trapped her there. “You know,” she said, “sex is not going to solve anything.”

I shook my head. “Who said anything about sex?”

“You are. You’re using your bedroom eyes right now, and I’m telling you, sex is going to do nothing but distract me.”

“Perhaps,” I said, cupping her breast. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing a bra. I played with her nipple until I felt it hardening.

Or sex might be the thing to tear down her defense. To get her to talk about us honestly.

“What are we?” I asked her, pinching her nipple. She gasped and arched her back, bringing herself closer to me.

“W-what?”

I twisted the nub in my fingers, and she moved her hand over to my wrist, but she didn’t pull me away.

“What are we, sweetheart? You said you’re mine, but in what capacity?”

She shook her head but didn’t say anything. I pinched her nipple before I let go and moved my hands to the bottom of her shirt. I lifted it up, baring her to my gaze.

My mouth watered at the sight of her perky tits. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”

I wrapped my lips around her nipple and hummed, sucking the soft flesh. She closed her eyes, her head falling back against the wall.

I played with her other nipple with my hand, rolling it around and around.

“Do you want me to make you come?” I asked.

“Yes,” she groaned.

“Answer the question, sweetheart. What are we?”

I sucked a little harder and watched as she squirmed against the wall. I slapped her tit, not hard, but enough to get her attention. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

I let her nipple go with a pop and blew on the wet skin there, watching it tighten. She sucked in a sharp breath just as I moved my hands to the waistband of her jeans.

She didn’t stop me when I unbuttoned it, or when I pulled down her zipper, and not when I pushed them down her knees, along with her wet panties.

My thumb moved over the wetness I could see on her panties there, and she let out a small groan.

“You’re so wet for me, aren’t you? Do you want me to play with your pussy? Suck on it with my mouth and lap up all your juices? Or do you want me to fill it up with my cock?”

She groaned, moving her hips. I stilled her with one hand, and moved the other up her thigh.

“How are you feeling?” I asked. I didn’t know if standing like this for too long would affect her, but she opened her eyes and looked at me softly. “I’m okay,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. “Now please, fuck me already.”

I smiled at that. “What are we, my sweet girl?” I asked, cupping her wet pussy.

She ground her hip against my hand, and I allowed it, even rubbing her slick flesh a bit before I entered two fingers inside her.

“Fuck, Jensen, fuck.”

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