Page 105 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

“I wasn’t one hundred percent sure until now.”

“I couldn’t tell you until I knew it was safe,” he confesses.

“Well, it’s safe now. Tell me again,” I encourage him. “No one has ever told me they loved me.” It’s my turn to confess.

“Well, I will.” Jett withdraws his hand with my wrists still subdued, and teases my pussy with a rough rub of his shaft.

“Say it.” I rock my hips wantonly. “Say it while you fuck me.”

Jett moans in a way I’ve never heard before as he pushes all the way inside me. The physical connection jars us both.

“Fuck, I love you.” He circles his hips so mind-bendingly slow, I feel the flaring sensation of it in every cell and molecule and fiber.

“Say it again,” I plead as the walls of my womb increasingly expand and contract.

“I love you.” We both gaze down, muscles strung tight, and watch his cock slide slowly in and out of me. Wet with arousal, foreskin pulled taut, scaling the steep, mountainous terrain of ecstasy together, knowing the view will be spectacular at the top.

My thighs start to quiver as Jett dangles me off the edge, denying me that last bit of pressure to send me soaring.

“You feel that, little bird?” His breathing is labored. “You feel that ache eating you alive?”

“Yes,” I whimper as the tremors travel from my legs to the rest of my body.

“I’m the only one who will ever make you feel that. I’m the only one who will ever be able to satisfy the hunger, quench the thirst, and stop the bleeding. You belong to me. Your mind, your body, your soul, your heart.” He thrusts powerfully, and I cry out in torturous turmoil. “And most importantly, your pussy.”

I gasp for air as he manipulates my pleasure, reducing me to a trembling mass of need.

“Jett, please,” I whine, desperately.

“Tell me you love me.” He puts me on the spot. “I want you to tell me while I fuck you.” He throws my request back in my face.

I have no issues fulfilling his demand.

“I love you.” I draw out my moan. “You’re the only man I ever have and ever will love,” I vow in the throes of passion. I know it’s the truth. That sense of peace I constantly long for surfaces as I profess my feelings.

“Shit.” Jett cracks, releasing my arms and trapping me in an ironbound embrace. The emotion etched on his handsome face is enough to make even the most broken woman whole again.

He makes me whole. He brings me peace. He gives me hope. Three things I never thought I deserved until I met him. Until he changed my life and helped set me free.

Belonging to him sets me free.

“I promise.” His thrusts become harder, faster—push deeper. “I’ll never make you regret saying those words.”

He surges his cock, filling me to the point of bursting, my clit pinching and pussy aching as we careen past the line of sanity and crash into a wall of reckless abandon.

The room erupts in a delirium of bliss as my climax electrifies all the places Jett owns. My mind, my body, my soul, my heart. And most importantly, my pussy.

I clutch onto him as he comes inside me, as the balls of his piercing aggravate the insatiable ache and our fluids mix, submerging us in a pool of fulfillment and rapturous gratification.

Our breath mingles in a melody of exertion as we float down from the bulldozing high. I never want to let go of this moment. Of this defining moment that has changed me forever.

“I really do love you,” I whisper softly, my heart inundated with extraordinary new emotions.

“I loved you from the first second I saw you.” He reverently strokes my flushed face.

“I guess Sasha knew what she was doing when she sent me to you.”

“Yes, she did.” Jett’s smile is infectiously wide. “My mother always does.”

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