“No.” I shake my head.
“Say it,” he growls, as his fingers pump harder into me.
“No,” I gasp and moan.
I need more. I’m so close. I need release.
“You’re mine.” He sucks my clit into his mouth.
I shatter, pleasure exploding through me as my hands grip in his hair, the bed sheets, my back arching off the bed. His fingers keep me riding the high.
Everything is sensitive. Every touch has my muscles jolting.
“I hate you.” I pant.
“You love it, admit it. It was one of the best you’ve had.”
I hate that he’s right.
“You let me come, even though I didn’t say I was yours.” I nudge him with my thigh.
“But you did.” He smiles, standing up.
I watch as his fingers unbuckle his belt, pushing his pants down his legs. He palms himself through his boxers, and I lick my lips.
“Come here,” he demands.
I move down to him. I must be dickmatized.
“Lay on your back. Head towards me.”
I obey.
“Open wide.” He pulls his cock out, stroking it.
He’s big and I want to lick every vein. The smooth pink tip has my mouth watering. I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out.
He slowly inserts himself into my mouth, pushing to the back of my throat, I swallow him.
“Good girl.” He moans. “I can see my dick in your throat.” He clenches his jaw.
He moves another hand to pull up my shirt, the air hitting my nipples. He slowly begins to thrust in and out of my mouth.
“Play with yourself.”
I move a hand down to my clit, the other up to my chest, squeezing and pinching my nipple.
Jace groans and I clench; the sound is music to my ears. He starts thrusting harder and faster. I match his speed and moan.
“Fuck, yes, Isobel.” His eyes don’t leave my body. One hand grabs my other breast and squeezes.
The pain is delicious.
He continues thrusting in and out of my mouth, and I moan around him as I work myself.
“Isobel… I’m going to come.” He moans.
I suck in my cheeks, wanting to taste him.
