Love her.
I kissed her again as I continued to fuck her hard against the wall. “Oh, you take my cock so well. My hand looks so beautiful around your throat. No one ever needs to tell you to be good because you always are such a good girl.”
Orgasms shuddered through her.
“That’s it, don’t hold back. Come all over my cock.” My free hand toyed with her clit as I continued to thrust into her hard.
I loved that I could shatter her like this.
“Mmmm, come for me, so I can shoot my cum inside you and fill you up,” I directed.
“Yes, please. I love the way your pierced cock feels inside me.” She kissed me back.
I broke off my kiss and gazed into her eyes, my forehead touching hers.
“Jett,” she gasped as she came again.
Pulling out almost all the way, I slammed into her again, filling her with my cum.
“I love having you like this.” My hand left her throat. For a moment, my sweaty body pressed into her, keeping her trapped against the wall as my cum dripped down her thighs.
“You make me feel so good,” she breathed.
“I’m glad, Peaches.” I brought her over to the bed. “Can we lie in the bed sweaty, or do we need to shower?”
“Either’s fine. But my shower is Evan’s shower.” She laughed.
“Right. Sweaty it is.” Yeah, if we took a shower in Evan’s shower, or my shower, Evan would probably climb in with us. I wanted her to myself for as long as I could.
Pulling down the covers, I placed her on the bed and crawled in with her. Wrapping my arms around her, I pulled her to me.
“Mmmm, I like this.” Her hand found my cock, and she traced my piercing with her finger. “Is that okay?”
“Very. Though I’m not going to be ready to go again as fast as them. Maybe next, I’ll bend you over the bed and fuck you?” I kissed her nose.
She nodded as she cuddled into me. “I’d like that very much.”
Chapter Thirty-One
Evan
“Rise and shine, or you’re going to be late,” I sang from the doorway between my bathroom and Grace’s room.
Before me was the most beautiful scene. Jett laid in Grace’s cute, ruffly pink, daybed, naked, the pink sheets only partially over him. Grace was curled into him, head on his chest. The fairy lights on the canopy over the bed glowed in the dark room.
He’d stayed the whole night with her. So stinking cute.
Jett’s eyes opened, and they flickered to the alarm clock on her nightstand. “Right, my alarm clock is in my room.”
“Spencer is making breakfast,” I added.
“Fine. I’ll get up.” He kissed Grace’s forehead. “Thanks for an amazing night, Babydoll.”
“I had fun.” She gazed up at him sleepily.
Getting out of bed, Jett went to the door.
“You know you’re naked, right?” I smirked, lounging in the doorway.
