I won’t fuck her.
“Believe me now?”I smirk.
“Yes,”
Jessie snuggles into my chest, as I stare at the wall—her brother’s wall—and wonder what the accommodations are like in hell.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
JESSIE
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Iwas wrong.My lifeis amazing.
For the last week, I’ve spent my days at the beach swimming and lying out in the sun, then later each afternoon I come home to cook dinner for Liam.
I’m a terrible cook, but he doesn’t seem to mind.It might be because the moment he walks in the door and drops his keys, I wrap my mouth around his cock.
I’m addicted.
I want more of him.
I also want to take things to the next level, but Liam has far more self-control than I do and says we need to take things slowly.
To prove it, he spent over an hour sucking my nipples and licking every inch of me last night.Including my asshole.
At least he’s stopped asking questions about my bruises.Which is not like him, and I’m a little suspicious.
“You don’t need to do that every time I walk through the door, Jess,” Liam told me as I sank to my knees tonight.
“I love it,” I said undoing his jeans.
I honestly do.The moment I see his cock, I get wet and my pussy tenses, pulsing with need for him.
Lapping at his shaft, I reach inside my denim shorts and begin rubbing my clit.
