He sucks in a breath and my gaze flies to his. “Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs. “Every part of you.”
I step close, run my hand along his chest.
“Climb on,” he orders.
Yeah, I want to do that.
I clamber up onto his lap, legs straddling his, the head of his cock brushing against my pussy, sliding through the slick folds of my labia, notching at my entrance.
“Christ,” he mutters. “I haven’t even gotten to taste those tits yet.”
Desire ripples through me, soaking the head of his cock, and I slide down an inch without really meaning too.
Then, because that feels so good, I allow myself to drop another inch.
He curses.
I grin, take another inch. Then another and another.
Until I’ve taken all of him and our pelvises are pressed together and we’re both breathing heavily, sweat breaking out on our bodies.
“Fuck but you’ve got a great pussy, gorgeous.”
Surprise has laughter vibrating through me and we both groan.
Because that feels good.
No, because it feels fuckinggreat.
Jace settles a hand on my cheek, his eyes burning into mine when he asks,
“Ready to get to work, cookie?”
Ten
Jace
I watch her face change.
Mischief and heat becoming more. Becoming need and urgency. The emotions in her expression burn with such intensity that I swear I get caught in the crosshairs of their flames.
And I don’t give a fuck.
Because she’s lifting up.
And sliding down.
And lifting up.
And sliding down.
And—
“Fuck!” I groan.
She does something with her hips that—holy shit—has red hazing at the edges of my vision, has sweat breaking out on my spine. Something that has my pleasure ratcheting dangerously high. A flex of graceful movement, a tightening of that sweet cunt, a swivel of her pelvis.
“Like that?” she asks breathlessly.
