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“Stop assuming what I need and do as you’re told.”
With unstoppable passion, Jett crashes his lips to mine without warning. I melt beneath him, catching and feeding both of our moans.
His strong fingers thread through the hair at the base of my skull, his motions beginning sweet and quickly turning vicious. Before I can sink into the sensation of his mouth, his decorated hand wraps firmly around my neck.
Not enough to cut my air completely, but more than enough to prove to me who’s really in control.
“This what you want?”
Nodding as much as his grasp allows, I stifle a groan while clenching my thighs together, feeling the slickness of my arousal.
“You want me to take from you, don’t you? Replace every touch that was stolen, every one that you gave unwillingly, and replace them with ones that hurt so fucking good they’ll have you screaming for the entire city to hear. That what you need from me, Sofia baby?”
My body tenses at how masterfully he knows exactly what I need—how perfect he is for me.
“Yes,” I whine, loving the lack of air that’s flowing to my lungs.
The buzzing sensation in my head is exactly what I need to replace the memory of the grimy hands that touched my body that night.
With a snatch of his hand, Jett skates his palm down the front of my body, stopping to knead my heavy tit. Flicking the tight peak, I suck in a shivered breath. The cold air on my hard nipple, mixed with the force behind his fingers, is the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.
I whimper as he continues his assault between both breasts, forcing me into a needy frenzy. “Jett…” I plead, desperate for another part of him, every part of him.
“Yeah, baby, beg for me.”
Oh my god, he’s so sexy when he’s like this.
“Please, Jett.”
Ignoring my pained pleading, he releases his grip on my tits and travels south. The farther down he moves, the wetter my pussy gets. By the time his face reaches my center, I can’t stop the flood pooling from my entrance.
“You’re fucking gushing,” he groans, flicking his eyes to mine, giving a wicked grin.
An acknowledgment that what I’ve created is just for him.
Swiveling his pointer finger on top of my bare pussy, the long digit splits right down the center of my core, gathering every bit of wetness before diving all the way to the knuckle inside of me.
I jump at the force, quickly shifting my hips, adding to the pressure he’s only just started to give.
“Such a tight little cunt,” he murmurs to himself, watching as I swallow his singular finger, before pulling all the way out just to add another.
“Oh—” I gasp, loving the fullness, but craving even more.
“More. I can take it, Jett.”
I push against his finger as hard as he’ll let me. I’m fighting for dominance. It’s all I know how to do, but with him, I know who truly holds it. I just enjoy the game.
With another finger, I shiver at the mild sting but savor the stretch that vibrates the inside of my walls.
“So perfect for me, taking my fingers so well. I just know you’re going to please me when you’re stretched full of my cock.”
His pumps grow fast and choppy, the heel of his hand hitting my pelvis drives his fingers in and out.
Every shove, every stretch, every sting that’s lingered with me for too long, the ones I’ve tried masking or transferring to someone else, just by swapping spirits, it’s all being erased.
Unable to hold back the emotions coming from deep inside my chest, I let out a guttural moan, allowing my tears to stream down my cheeks.
Jett finds my face and stills at the sight of my tears, but I stop him before he can panic.
