I push one finger inside her, angling it against her body and holding it there, not giving her the friction she so obviously craves with that soft little whimper of hers.
It’s addictive having her wanting me this much, especially when she sits up just enough to pull her camisole over her head and toss it to the side.
My mouth traces her pulse.
It jumps as I thrust another finger inside her, crooking them and holding them against the spot that normally drives her wild. “I’m still very upset with you.”
She gasps and rocks her hips. “You can be mad with me later. I need you right now.”
“And what if I don’t want to give you what you want?” I move my fingers a little, aching with the way she clamps down around me.
It’s like she was made for me.
Though, I’ve known that for a while now. Even if her family has done nothing but fuck mine over, exceptions about what to do can be made for Jade.
Her nails dig into my skin, her hands flattening after a moment.
She puts a hand on the back of my neck, urging me closer to her.
I lean in, only a little distance between us.
My lips hover over hers as I press my thumb against her clit.
Her hips buck and grind into me.
She tips her head back, and it’s then that I go all the way in, trailing kisses up and down her neck.
I bite down on the sensitive flesh, groaning when she rocks up into me.
“Please,” Jade says, breathless, as my fingers continue to drive into her, pushing harder and deeper. “Please, please, please.”
“Please, what?” I drag her earlobe between my teeth. “If you want something, you’re going to have to use your words and tellme what it is you want. Tell me everything you want and maybe, if you’re a good girl, I’ll give it all to you.”
“I need your cock. Now. Please.”
“Desperation.” I kiss my way down the valley of her breasts, pulling one nipple between my teeth and then the other.
She writhes under me, clawing and trying to pull me in, her ankle digging into the back of my thigh.
I lean into her, giving her a little of what she wants while my fingers keep rocking.
Her breathy moan has me throbbing.
I know once I sink into her, I’m going to lose all sense of control. It happens every time I let her get a little too close to me. And I’ll be damned if I keep her at a distance. I worked too hard to get her here. Like this. Beneath me. Begging for me.
I pull out before she can crest over the edge of her building orgasm. Instead, I work my way lower down her body, tongue twirling over her skin, tracing patterns before grazing her with my teeth.
Her fingers run through my hair.
When my mouth closes over her pussy, she lets out another moan as she grinds against my face.
I could die a happy man, suffocating in her.
My tongue flicks over her clit, swirling and sucking until she’s rocking harder and faster against me.
She rolls her hips, trying harder and harder to get over the edge of that orgasm.
“Yes,” she says, breathless.
