He didn’t even take off my panties first. Somehow, his tongue was in me. His thumb was digging in, dragging my panties more or less out of the way, as he fucked me with histongue.
“Omigod…” I moaned, mostly to myself. His dick wasn’t in me, but his tongue sure as fuck was, and this was definitely cheatingterritory.
We’d crossed that boundary somewhere between that last shot at the restaurant and his hand taking mine. I knewthat.
I was still fightingit.
It wasn’t even aboutTaze.
It was aboutme.
He rolled, taking me down with him. He laid me out on my back on the floor, pushed my skirt up farther around my hips, and dragged my panties down and off. Then he hiked my thigh up and went to town on my pussy with hismouth.
I laid back and took it. His swirling tongue, the heat of his mouth, those soft lips of his… all the while, the guilt swimming in my head… along with the liquor and the weed and thedesire.
I was vaguely aware of his jeans coming off and the condom going on, and when he prowled on top of me, much like that first night we’d ever had sex… I knew where this was headed. When I glanced down he was suited up, stiff and ready, and when I looked up—his eyes said itall.
Brace yourself, darlin’.That’s what that looksaid.
Shit.
“Wait.” I held him off with one hand on his naked, rock-hardchest.
His dick was about a millimeter away from obliterating the view I’d always had of myself—of a girl who didn’t cheat—while I managed to grab my phone out of my abandoned purse and write a text toTaze.
I was pretty sure it said something likeWe’re breaking up. It’s over.No doubt it was riddled with typos. Maybe it was totally fuckingunintelligible.
I sent it. Hopefully Taze could decipherit.
“There,” Isaid.
Jude ripped the phone from my hand and tossed it across the living room rug, and in the next second, he was in me—in one forceful, animalthrust.
He fucked me the way he always had. Deep.Dominating.
So I’d feel it fordays.
He fucked me on the hallway floor, halfway between the living room and my bedroom. It was my home, I’d had sex here many, many times, but I’d never been fucked right here, in the hall, on the floor. It felt dirty and amazing, and the only thing that could’ve made it any better was if he’d really letloose.
But something was holding himback.
It was subtle. But he was holding himself up over me, on his arms, and he was definitely holdingback.
“Fuck me harder,” I urgedhim.
He did, but he was still holding back. Maybe he was afraid of hurting me on the hardfloor?
“Come on, Jude,” I groaned. “Make me feelit.”
“Jesus,V…”
But he fucked me harder. He adjusted a couple of times, repositioning himself, for what reason, I had no idea. Every which way he came at me felt fuckingperfect.
Not only was he fucking gorgeous, the sexiest man I’d ever been with, the one I was the most attracted to, but Jude’s dick was huge and filled me in a way that just drove me fucking crazy. Every part of his body just lined up perfectly with every part ofmine.
Physically speaking, we were fuckingmadefor eachother.
“Don’t stop…” I clutched at his ass, clawed his back, tried to pull him down on top of me, desperate for his weight. But he grunted and kind of locked up, and that’s when I realized something was wrong. Or at least, it definitely wasn’tright.
