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Kneading her heavy tit, I pluck and pull at her nipple, as the opposite hand brings her to the finish line in her pants.

I push two fingers into her cunt and pump relentlessly, letting the pleasure of her moans seep into every part of me.

I’ve been dreaming of these sounds every single night for the past two years.

Without warning, I add another finger, stretching her pussy as wide as she will let me. Fia’s grip on my forearm turns lethal.

“I can’t.”

“Don’t you dare say that. You can, and you will,” I demand, obsessed with the feel of her skin as she unknowingly covers the bright green eyes I have inked just for her. “My dick is much bigger, baby, but you already know that, don’t you?”

The mere mention of my cock has her shuddering, and the pulsing of her pussy lets me know she loves the stretch just as much as I do.

“Please,” she begs.

This new version of her fully surrendering everything over to me... It unleashes something carnal inside me.

Pushing in and out of her with strength, I find the spot that makes her eyes roll back as I simultaneously strum her clit. Her pussy tightens to the point where I can barely move my fingers, and with one, two, three more thrusts, she’s finally releasing for me.

“Oh my god,” she cries out.

Grinding into my hand, Fia coats every inch of my skin with her release. For a moment, I wonder if I can get her cum tattooed on my arm.

“Fuck, Sofia baby. You did so amazing.”

Slowly, I remove my fingers, taking my time not to clean them off with her pants on my way out. When she’s free, she plops down on the chair in front of me, her dazed eyes still sparkling of sex.

“Stop calling me that.”

“Calling you what?”

“Sofia baby. I hate it.”

Smirking to myself, I bring the hand that was just inside her to my lips, moaning at the taste as I lick them clean, hopeful that next time my mouth will get to taste the real thing.

Her stare darkens.

With an intentional pop, I remove each finger from my mouth. The tension from her returns the more she waits for my response.

“Then I suggest you learn to love it.”

CHAPTER 26

FIA

Before you experience the unthinkable, you live life differently. On edge, unafraid, reckless even. After, the only thing that seems to help the pain is control.

For me, I made sure I held the power over my sex life. Before that party, I got to control my pick of men. I was carefree, full of life, and certain I could get anything I wanted. That never changed, but how I looked at it did. I became scared, hyper-aware, and meticulous about how my nights would be handled. I had to be if I wanted to be certain about how they’d end. If anyone was going to take advantage of a situation, it was going to be me.

For the last two years, commitment hasn’t even been a thought. I used the hell out of every man I came in contact with.

It was the safe option.

Until Jett.

The instant I saw him, I knew I wanted him—physically, at least.

If I could carefully craft a man for me, it would be him.