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“Don’t,” I breathe out. “I told you I needed this,” I reassure when his eyes search mine, needing him to continue.
With his fingers working inside me, his mouth follows in their direction, kissing the top of my pussy before slicking my center with his tongue.
With the variety of sensations, I writhe beneath him, arching from the pleasure.
His mouth, his fingers, him.
“Fia, I need more— I need all of you,” he whimpers between laps of his tongue on my clit.
“Take me, Jett. All of me.”
With a husky huff, I watch as he slowly removes his fingers, licking each one like he’s tasting a delicious fruit.
His pants still discarded, his veiny length comes into my vision, and I stiffen at the thickness.
“You remember, don’t you?” His cocky aura makes me sweat.
“I—” My mind buffers, the memory of his size scaring me even though I just had him in my mouth.
“Take a deep breath for me.”
Doing as I’m told, I suck in a large breath through my nose and feel the stretch of his tip at my entrance. Even with slick priming, my body tenses at the fullness. I can’t hold back the sounds I’m making even before he can get all the way inside.
“You sound so pretty when you listen, Sofia baby.”
The wider he stretches me, Jett presses himself inside inch by inch, until I’m pawing at him, gripping onto his shoulders.
“Almost there. I knew you could do it, baby. You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
When he finally bottoms out, a groan of relief echoes between us. Unable to help ourselves, we look at our connection. This time is somehow even more captivating than the first.
“Look at us,” he murmurs, his tone laced with desire.
The small, persistent strokes he’s grinding into me make me gasp. His inked body glistens under the shadowed lights of the city, and mine sparkles of sweat beneath him.
We’re molded together in the most intimate way, the most perfect way. And just like the first time we did this, it feels so right.
“Harder,” I whimper.
With pleasurable force, Jett pushes deeper, and everything inside of me detonates. I let out a gritty moan as I adjust to him, loving how he knows every spot of mine to hit to make me see stars.
“That’s it,” he purrs, pace quickening, while his underlying gentleness seeps through his words.
“Mmm,” I whine, as his strokes grow deeper and longer.
“I’ve thought about this for so long, Sofia baby.”
Rolling his hips, his strong arms grip my rib cage, holding me down so he can brace my body for impact.
“Two.”
Thrust.
“Years.”
Thrust.
His hand snakes back around my neck, his fingers holding my throat like I begged him to just moments ago. My head immediate gets airy, my vision clouding slightly—just how I want.
