“Jason?”
“Hmm?” His nose nuzzles my neck.
“Your mom said I had to spend the night.”
“I can see that.” His arm wraps around my waist
“Why are you in here? She’s gonna freak out.”
“She’s not. And, this is where I’m sleeping.”
“Your word or hers?”
“Mutual agreement.”
“Okay, Jolly Ollie.”
I bury my head in the pillow to keep from shrieking when he squeezes my side. Jason’s hand snakes under my pajama top and rests on my bare belly just about the band of my panties.
“Thank you for reminding me I need to punish you for earlier.”
My pulse quickens and the feeling, only he can create, flutters in my belly.
“We’re at your parents’ house which is full of your relatives.”
I feel his chest moving against my back with each breath. “Did you think that’d stop me?”
I can already feel the excitement coursing through my veins. “Yes.”
His sexy chuckle hardens my nipples.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but you are about to get fucked.”
“I’ll scream.”
I shiver because Jason already has my underwear en route to my ankles.
“No, you won’t. You’re gonna be a good girl and bite the pillow.”
Jason enters me from behind, feeding my addiction.
“How?” I whimper the question as he retreats and slam back inside of me.
That question can be for a lot of things, but Jason knows what I’m talking about.
“I was already naked before you woke up.”
Using his weight, Jason forces me onto my belly. He laces his fingers in mine and presses my palms against the mattress.
“And, if I didn’t wake up when I did?” I moan the question.
Jason’s low chuckle is just as naughty as what he’s doing to me.
“I would have fucked you awake, Bree.”
It still amazes me how I’ve gone from thinking I can’t get off, to being on the edge of an orgasm with a few thrusts from Jason. He’s torturing me just like he planned. His slow, yet hard, strokes are designed to full oh so fucking good without taking me where I want to be.
“What’s my name, Bree?”
