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Kingston adds a third finger and increases his pace. “Your pussy is so tight and wet. I can’t wait to get inside of you.”
My eyes roll back in pleasure. “So do it already.”
He removes his fingers and fumbles around for a moment before I hear a foil package being torn open. I watch the shadowed movements of his hand, sheathing his cock before I feel him against me. Kingston slides himself over my clit a few times before driving into me in one fell swoop.
“Motherfuck.” Kingston pulls out and slams back into me more forcefully. “So. Fucking. Tight.”
“Harder,” I moan.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans.
Kingston circles both of my ankles with his fingers and repositions them on his shoulders. He’s so much deeper at this angle, it borders on the precipice between pleasure and pain. Neither one of us are worried about volume as he picks up the pace.
My back bows. “So close. So fucking close.”
“Let me see you rub that pretty clit,” he coos. “I want to watch as you get off all over my cock.”
My fingers snake between us and start rubbing vigorously, tension building with each slip and slide. Only a few thrusts later, I’m coming harder than I ever have in my life.
“Fuck,” Kingston groans. “That’s it, baby. Come all over me. You feel so fucking good. You look so fucking perfect lying beneath me.”
After my tremors wane, he leans forward, pushing my knees to my chest, my heeled sandals framing his ears. Kingston pumps into me with abandon until he’s roaring through his own release. As he shudders against me, he places a single kiss on my sweaty temple.
“There’s no getting away from me now, Jazz. I’ll fucking kill anyone who tries taking you away from me.”
The conviction in that statement should be terrifying, yet... I find myself smiling. Right now, I’d be pretty stabby too if someone tried pulling us apart. Kingston kisses down my jaw as we catch our breath, repeating the same word over and over.
“Mine.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
JAZZ
“So...” Ainsley spares me a quick glance as she drives. “Are you going to tell me why you needed to change your underwear before we took off?”
Shit. My overnight bag was in Ainsley’s trunk. My panties were uncomfortably wet after Kingston and I were together. I had to get a new pair before we drove for an hour and a half to the lake. My dress is too short to risk going without anything. One slight breeze, and I would’ve been flashing my hoo-ha to the world. I thought I was discreet, but apparently not.
“Do I have to?”
“No... but how about you tell me where my brother dragged you off to? Or what you were doing for so long? Or why when you came back, you both had major sex hair?”
I side-eye her. “For the same reason I needed new underwear. Do you really want details? He’s your brother. Wouldn’t that gross you out?”
“I didn’t want a play-by-play, Jazz. But your non-answer gives me all the answer I need. Happy Birthday to you.” She laughs. “Holy shit, I wish you could’ve seen the look on Peyton’s face when they named Kingston homecoming king and he wasn’t there. I swear to God, it looked like her head was going to literally explode as she stood up on that stage with her pretty crown, without her king. It was no secret he was off somewhere with you. Hell, he practically clubbed you over the head in front of everyone.”
I throw my head back against the seat. “Oh, God. It was that obvious?”
“Totally obvious.”
I groan. “Crap. This party is going to be a shit show, isn’t it?”
“Nah,” she assures me. “If people are being nosy assholes, we can hide in the house and nosh on your birthday cake until we put ourselves in a sugar coma.”
Ooh, I forgot about the birthday cake. I love cake.
“Can we do that anyway?”
“Let’s see how it goes. You can’t get the scenery or the lack of civilization in LA. You’ll have fun; I promise.”
