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“Don’tdo that again untilItell you to.Wrapyour legs around me.Now.”

Myheels bite into his lower back, pressing him more deeply inside me.Ishudder.Fuck, fuck, fuck.I’mover-full.Taken.Overwhelmed.

Hecups my breasts, squeezes them, making me groan, then grasps my hips hard with both hands, as though he can’t wait.Hemeets my heavy-lidded gaze.Thesneer is gone, leaving only hot, hungry man.

“Holdon.”

Withdrawingsharply, he thrusts back in, deeper than before, angling so he hits every delicious spot inside me.Againand again, faster and faster, he finds a rhythm that brings me back to a breathtakingly sudden peak.Hepounds inside me so hard it hurts, butIsob at him not to stop.Ican feel every inch of him, feel every slide of flesh, feel him filling me with dark, delicious need.

Myhands, bunched in the sheets, move to grasp for skin.Mylong nails dig into his shoulders, and he leans over me, changing the angle, pounding roughly.Iscrape my nails down his back until it arches.Hehisses and then laughs coarsely.Ikiss him again, wanting his tongue in my mouth as he claims my body.Wepress together, hot and slick and coated in each other.

Hespeeds up just asIcry out again into his mouth, shattering into a thousand pieces around his demanding, invading body.Witha low groan and a final, shuddering thrust, he finishes deep inside me.

It’sa long, long time beforeIcan recall how to breathe.

Chapter13

Eden

Survivaltip #150

Whenmen start swinging their dicks around—duck!

WhenIwake the next morning,Ican’t help but be relieved at finding myself alone.Jaykobhad me twice more during the night, but, despite my delicious soreness, the memories of all the thingsIlet him do to me—the things thatIdid tohim—have me burying my face into a pillow.

Whatcame over me last night?Iwas so nervous, then so mad at him.Iwanted to push at him, throw him for a loop, like he did to me.Instead,Iturned into some kind of wanton, furious, sex-hungry...harlot!

AndwithJaykob, of all people.HowdidIlet him bring that out in me?HowcanIpossibly face him again?Justthe thought of his harsh, sneering smirk makes me want to bury myself in my room and never come out.I’vehad bullies mock me before.Ishould have been collected and calm, the bigger person.Ishould have talked to him rationally.

Ishould not have come on his dick a half-dozen times and begged him for more.

Theway he spoke to me...AndInot only let him,Iurged him on.Ishiver at the memory.Hemore than obliged.

I’mgoing to have to do someHailMarysor something.Mygrandmother would be so disappointed—she had grand hopes for my purity and godliness.Shewas the one who’d insisted on my name.

ButEdenwas never pure.

Iwas made to be corrupted.

Sittingup and putting on my discarded glasses,Ilook around the room.It’sdestroyed.Pillowsare flung around the room, clothes litter the floor, and the bed covers are rumpled.Itsmells like sex and sin.Ismell like sex and sin.

Howstrange.

Andwhy on earth do my lips want to twitch in satisfaction at that?

There’san unfamiliar ache between my legs—not the pulsing need from last night, but a well-used soreness that, with every motion, sends vivid memories of howIobtained each spot of discomfort to my mind.Surprisingly, my stomach, arms and legs also quiver with weakness, as thoughI’veput in hours at the gym.

Thenext room is quiet.Hemust have gone to the main house.Mystomach falls.Ishe filling the others in?Givinghis review?

Ipale.Iclawed at him.DidIbitehim?Iwasn’t myself at all last night.Iwas justawful.

Thoughechoes of pleasure still ripple through my body, what if he doesn’t feel the same?SomeonelikeJaykobhas probably been with dozens of experienced, sexy women who knew exactly how to blow his mind.I’mbarely more than a virgin.Whatif he left so early because he doesn’t want to look at me?Hewas only “making do” with me, after all.

Allthe familiar doubts and self-consciousness that somehow abandoned me under his mouth and cock now come roaring back to life.

Thoughafter we... did what we did... at least he didn’t sneer at me again.He’dfetched me water and something to eat, and gruffly rubbed arnica cream over my back and arms and legs, and when he stopped, we’d stared at each other so awkwardly thatIwas about to crawl under the bed to hide in embarrassment before he kissed me again.

Beforehe more than kissed me again.

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