And it’s everything I didn’t know I needed.
His noises undo me.J.T.isn’t silent about how I affect him.
He groans and growls and grunts.
He praises me—my body.Tells me how much he wants it.How much he likes it.
And it’s like the sweetest aphrodisiac.
“So fucking sexy.Goddamn, Kelly, the things I want to do to you,” he says, and it’s like a vow.
“Yes, yes,” I cry out, arching against him.
He flips us over and now I’m riding him.
My hands press against his rock hard abs, and I moan at how deep he is.
“That’s it.Bounce up and down on my dick, Honey.Get yourself off.Let me see it,” he commands, and I swear his voice has some kind of magical line right to my clit.
I’m no exhibitionist.But with J.T.?I just can’t help myself.
I lift up and drop down.Faster.Harder.I grind my pussy against his shaft.And yes, I find that spot—the perfect spot and I start to come.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous when you come for me,” he grunts, sitting up and taking over.
J.T.proves his strength once more by grabbing my waist and lifting me up and down, fucking me on his body until he freezes and roars out loud.
Then, I feel it—hot, sticky cum spilling inside my pussy.
It’s a lot.Too much.
It dribbles down my thighs, onto his lap, but neither of us moves.J.T.wraps me in his arms and rocks us both—milking every single drop of pleasure that he can until I’m trembling with it.
When the pleasure turns almost unbearable—when it feels like there’s nowhere higher to climb—only then does he ease back.
And I melt against him, completely undone, deliciously exhausted and deeply sated.
Chapter18
J.T
This woman is going to kill me.
But what a fucking way to go.
The only sound in the room is heavy breathing—hers, mine, ours—and the steady, thunderous gallop of two hearts still trying to come back down from the edge.
I lie there for a second longer than I should, staring at the ceiling, trying to get my shit together.
Because if I look at her too long right now, I’m going to drag her right back under me and start all over again.
When I can finally move without worrying I might collapse on top of her like a felled damn tree, I roll, sit up, and then stand—bringing Kelly with me.
She lets out a little sound of surprise as I haul her up against my chest.
“What are you?—”
“Shower,” I say, already moving.“Then coffee and breakfast.Then we’ve got plans to make.”
