“Not yet,” he hisses, rocking against me, the ridge of his cock rubbing my clit just right. He pushes against my entrance again, shallow, filthy thrusts that make me cry out, each one stopping before he sinks deep. My panties might be gone, but the cotton of my dress still bunched around my waist makes it all feel dirtier, more desperate. “You’re beautiful like this.”
“Jay—” The plea tears out of me when he pushes just the tip inside again, holding there until I’m trembling, then sliding out with a groan. The mix of praise and not quite giving me what I want, knots something so hot aching in my core. He has every part of me exactly where he wants it.
“You feel that?” His voice is wrecked, eyes locked on mine.
I claw at him, half-crazed, needing him to justdo it. “Yes, I feel it, I need it. Please, Jay.”
He rolls forward again, teasing me once more, and I can’t stop the curse that escapes my lips.
“You ready for me, Liv?”
I can only nod, breathless.
“Say it.”
“Yes,” I whisper, then louder, “yes, I’m ready.”
And then he leans back, removes his glasses in the most slutty way possible, and folds them like he has all the time in the world, and I’m not writhing beneath him, placing them on the bedside table with unhurried movements as I whimper.
“I can still see you without them, but make no mistake, I need to see the masterpiece with my glasses before I remove them. You, naked, begging for me to fuck you, was something I couldn’t pass up in pure clarity. Now be a good girl and let me fill you up.”
My jaw slacks, my eyes roll at his filthy mouth. This Jay is a complete contrast to the one I thought I knew, and he’s everything I need.
He pushes forward, inch by inch, until I’m stretched around him, filled so completely that my nails bite into his back. His groan is guttural, his forehead pressing to mine as he bottoms out.
Chapter thirty-five
Jay
Ipushslowly,everyinch deliberate, feeling her body stretch and mold around me until she pulls me deeper without meaning to. My jaw locks. Every muscle fights the urge to give in and justtake. She’s too good, too warm, too perfect, and I know if I lose control now, it’ll be over before I can show her what she does to me.
Her back arches, lips parting on a breath that sounds like my name. I keep still, buried deep, watching her fight to hold herself together. The sight alone almost undoes me.
“You feel unreal,” I rasp, my forehead dropping to hers. She clenches around me in answer, and I nearly see stars.
I pull out an inch and push back in slowly, dragging every ridge of me against her until she moans. I do it again, torturously measured, keeping her right on the edge.
“Jay, I need you to fuck me,” she pants, hips lifting to meet mine.
My finger finds her clit and circles slowly. Her pussy pulses around me like she can’t help it. I like that. “There you go,” Imurmur gently. “You’re so good when you let yourself feel like this. Let me keep you right here. Right on the edge. You’ll thank me for it.”
Her thighs tremble, her sounds climbing higher until she’s writhing, trying to drag me deeper. I hold the line, fucking her with just enough to keep her there, until her pleas turn incoherent and sweat glistens all over her neck and down the front of her dress.
Only then do I give in. I draw back slowly and drive into her harder, deeper, her cry breaking against my mouth as I swallow it in a kiss. Her walls grip me like a vise, and I know I won’t last long like this, not with her body milking me, not with her clinging to me like I’m the only thing tethering her to earth.
I groan, snapping my hips faster now, chasing the sound of her cries, the feel of her coming undone.
Her body clamps around me, hot and wet and desperate, and any thought of holding back goes straight to hell. I slam into her, harder, faster, the headboard knocking against the wall with every thrust. The sound of her moans only spurs me on, my name breaking on her lips like she can’t hold it in.
“Jesus, Liv—” I grit out, sweat slicking my back as I pound into her. “You’re so fucking good, I can’t—” I break off with a groan, burying myself to the hilt and grinding against her clit.
Her tits bounce above the line of her dress with every snap of my hips. I catch a nipple through the thin fabric, biting it hard enough to make her gasp before sucking it into my mouth. Her back bows, pushing into me, and I lose whatever rhythm I had left when she mutters a plea that ripples through her throat with a whimper.
“Look at you,” I growl against her skin, pulling out almost all the way just to slam back in, again and again. “Soaking my cock, your body’s begging for it. You love this, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, pushing me in deeper. “God, yes.”
I drive into her with everything I’ve got, no space for restraint, nothing but the slap of skin and the obscene sounds of her pussy taking me over and over. She clenches so hard I nearly black out, my hips jerking wild as I rut into her like I’ll never get enough.
