Page 54 of Darkest Retribution

I know it’s stupid. She just came all over my dick, for fuck’s sake. But kissing her feels too intimate. If I don’t want Jade to completely break me, I have to put up boundaries somewhere.

She smiles up at me, her eyes half closed. I kiss the valley in between her breasts before straightening. From the nightstand in her drawer, I grab a condom, tearing open the wrapper and rolling it on.

When I turn to her, she’s propped herself up on her elbows. She takes me in, rubbing her thighs together, and the action has me desperate to know what she’ll feel like wrapped around my dick.

“Spread your legs and lie back.”

She hesitates. “This is what you want? This position?”

“Do I want to watch your reaction when I slide into you for the first time? When the feelings overwhelm you and you come again, this time on my cock? Yeah, Jade. This is the position I want. You can’t beat the fucking view. Now open your legs.”

She does, and I crawl in between them. When I position myself at her entrance, she squirms, rolling her hips, trying to get me in farther.

“Tell me, Jade. Are you always this obedient for the men you let fuck you?”

She snorts. “I don’t let people tell me what to do, Dom, especially men.”

“Really?” I lean down, my hands gripping the sheets by her shoulders. I run my tongue along the line of her collarbones before kissing the soft skin at the center of her neck. “Because you’ve obeyed about half a dozen of my commands in the last twenty minutes alone.”

“What? No I have—” Realization hits her then, that I’m right, and she gives me an irritated shove. “Don’t get used to it.”

“Already am.” I push her down, her head hitting the mattress. And then, almost so slowly that I lose my sanity, I slide into her.

“Ah—fuck,fuck, Dom.” The annoyance in her eyes fades, replaced with need. She clenches around me, one of her hands clutching at the back of my neck.

I pull out, just to fill her again, groaning at the way she feels. It’s everything I’ve been craving and more.

“So much better than my dreams,” she pants, and then she lets out a startled noise. Eyes wide, she claps her free hand over her mouth.

With a low laugh, I kiss her forehead, thrusting into her again. “I already knew, Jade.”

“Wh-how?!”

“When I brought you up here the other day. You woke up—well, half woke up, I suppose. But you thought you were still dreaming. Asked me if I was going to fuck you, and then you called mesir.”

“Oh my god.” She covers her face with her hands, but it doesn’t matter. I know her cheeks are bright pink. “I can’t believe this.”

Gently, I tug one of her hands away. I kiss her palm before I return it to the back of my neck. She won’t look at me, her eyes scrunched shut.

“Jade,” I whisper. “It’s okay.”

“It’sembarrassing,” she grouses.

“Makes me feel pretty damn good.”

“I bet it does,” she says before glaring at me, but I don’t care. I’m just glad I can look into her eyes again.

I thrust into her, harder this time, and she moans. It sounds like it’s wrenched from her, like she’s pissed that it feels this good. She must not care too much, though, because her hand leaves her face, trailing down her body until she’s touching her clit.

Lowering myself to my elbows, I press a kiss to her jaw. I set a steady pace, not too fast, not too hard, but not too slow or gentle either. It’ll get us where we want—eventually. But I don’t want this to end prematurely.

Like I said, I enjoy the view.

Jade arches into me, her head falling back and pressing into the mattress. Her finger is working furiously over her clit. Between that and me moving in and out of her, her gaze turns unfocused, her face slack with pleasure.

“Beautiful,” I murmur. “Every part of you. So fucking perfect.”

The hand on my neck moves into my hair, and she grips tightly. “Shut up or you’re going to make me come.”

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