My eyes sting a little, and I hate that he can see it.
“Now,” he says, brushing his thumb along my jaw, “I’ve got two questions for you.”
I nod, heart thudding.
“Do you need to get Evan this morning?”
I shake my head.“Not until Sunday.”
“Okay.”
His gaze darkens.
“Second question.Do you want coffee before or after?”
“Before or after what?”I ask, brows furrowed.
His mouth curves slowly.
“Before or after I fuck you again.”
Heat floods my body, but this time it isn’t insecurity.
It’s certainty.
Because the way he’s looking at me?
That’s not a man who’s done.
That’s a man who’s just getting started.
“Um, after is fine,” I whisper, and he’s already moving over me.
I feel him there.His cock is hot, hard, and heavy against my slit.
I moan and flex my hips, but he doesn’t take the hint.
“So greedy,” he murmurs, leaning down to brush his lips against mine.“Don’t worry, Honey, I got what you need.And I’m not done with you.Not even close.”
This time, when he lowers his head to claim my lips, I kiss him back with everything I have.
J.T.groans against my lips and pushes down, filling me in one hard thrust.
God, he’s so big.So thick.And it feels so damn good.
I cling to his shoulders as he flexes, pushing his cock deeper.
My legs bend at the knees as I try to make room for him.But he’s just so big—he’s everywhere.
And I love it.
J.T.growls—intense, animalistic, and he pounds into me now.
This isn’t sweet.Not soft.
It’s something else.
Fierce.Rough.Raw.
