“Harder, Jason! Fuck me harder! I want to feel you for days!”
Her filthy words spur me on, a heady mix of permission and challenge. “Anything for you, sexy girl.” I seize her hips in a bruising grip and pound her pussy without mercy, each brutalstroke ripping loud moans from her throat while my own grunts echo right alongside hers.
My thrusts increase speed, each one more intense and urgent, until I’m right there on the very edge. With a loud, guttural roar, I slam deep and still—emptying myself inside her as my orgasm tears through me.
Seconds later, I collapse onto the mattress, pulling Mila down with me. She immediately curls onto my side, her head and palm resting on my chest as we lie there, breathless and spent, trying to come back down to earth. My hand settles gently over hers, feeling my chest rise and fall with each steady breath.
“You’re a fucking beast in bed, you know that, Jase?” she murmurs, her voice hoarse from all the screaming and moaning.
“Is that a good or bad thing?” I ask curiously.
“Good! Definitely good!” she says with a sleepy grin. “I always feel like I’ve been wrecked and renewed in the same breath. It’s so good!”
“I’m glad to hear that, because we’re not done yet. There are still twenty more positions I plan to fuck you in before this night is over.”
“Oh my God. You’re going to destroy my poor vagina.”
“I’ll be gentle in the next round. I promise.”
And true to my word, I spend the next hour taking my time, worshipping every line and curve, and savouring every shiver and moan. This time, we make love with a tenderness and reverence reserved only for her—the woman who has so completely, so irrevocably, claimed my heart.
CHAPTER 33
Mila
My mouth waters as I watch Jason whisk green onions, bacon, and shredded cheese into a bowl of eggs, and it’s not because of the food. He’s shirtless, wearing nothing but a pair of black trackpants—his tatooed, muscular torso on full display like he’s filming an ad for Bonds.
I’m perched at the kitchen island, wrapped in another one of his shirts, and I’m quickly realising it’s becoming my favourite thing to wear at his house. After waking up to yet another mind-blowing orgasm, Jason offered to make us breakfast. And yes, I could definitely get used to this each day.
With his smooth, sculpted back to me, he pours the egg mixture into a saucepan that’s been heating for a few minutes. Every sweep of his arm sets the muscles in his back and arms rippling to life, making him look utterly sinful. I let myself admire him for a few more moments before forcing my gaze elsewhere.
“That smells divine, Jase” I murmur into my cup as I take a sip of my lukewarm coffee.
He flips the omelette onto the other side with effortless skill. “It’ll be a done in a few minutes. Would you like some more coffee, or juice?” he asks, his attention still on the stove.
“I’m good.”
Minutes later, Jason switches off the stove, then uses the egg flipper to slice the omelette in half, carefully setting each piece onto the two plates he’d arranged on the island earlier. He slidesmy plate towards me, and after I thank him, he watches as I take my first bite.
“How is it?” he asks.
“Delicious,” I reply, licking my lips for added effect.
He nods with a grin, then dives straight into his meal. We eat without words, but the quiet feels natural, exchanging playful winks and smirks every so often. He’s so incredibly sexy and adorably charming that it sometimes hurts to look at him for too long.
It still feels surreal that I’m dating the guy I’ve had a crush on since I was thirteen.
We might be older now, but Jason’s still as gorgeous, kind, and funny as ever. And now that I’ve discovered just how outrageously generous a lover he is, I can’t help but feel I’ve struck gold. I’ve never hit so many orgasms in less than twenty-four-hours. Ever.
With Dean, he often brought out the submissive side out of me, always craving dominance and rough sex. But with Jason, it’s different. It’s wild, intense, and sometimes beautifully tender. He worships every inch of my body like it’s something sacred. And the way he touches me, the way he moves when he’s inside me, leaves no doubt he knows his way around a woman’s body.
“What are your plans for today?” he asks, quickly pulling me from my thoughts.
I take another sip of my coffee and clear my throat. “Sofia and I have a nail appointment at 1 p.m., and we’ll probably grab dinner somewhere afterwards.”
He gives a slight nod, then downs the rest of his orange juice. “Why don’t you come by the restaurant tonight? I’ll fix you both up something to eat,” he says, casual as ever.
“Haven’t you seen enough of me already?”
