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“What do you want, Piper?” he asked, his mouth still against my throat.
“For you to move,” I breathed. “Please. I need more.”
“Hmmm…more? Are you sure?” he asked, pushing into me as deeply as my body would allow.
“God, yes.” I leaned back, cupping his cheek. “Please fuck me. Harder. Rougher. I don’t even care anymore.”
“Yeah?” His mouth brushed along the shell of my ear. He lifted me and dropped me onto him.
I cried out. “Holy.” I whimpered. “Hell.”
“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, thrusting hard and fast. “You wanted faster, Piper?”
“I…I can’t…” I shivered, my skin tingling as the pleasure consumed me.
“You started this. You came in here wearing my shirt and looking all sexy as fuck. So, you can, and you will. Take it all, baby.”
I couldn’t breathe. Spots danced in my vision.
Jaron held me tight against him, his mouth finding my throat. While his hips powered into me, his deep groans sent me over the edge.
My thighs shook, my body trying to bow against him, but he only thrust harder and faster.
“That’s it. Come again for me, Piper. Come hard.”
“God.” A sob escaped me, my nails digging into his shoulders.
Jaron cupped the back of my head, forcing my mouth down on his. He stole the last bit of breath from my lungs and made it his.
He took. He controlled. Heowned.
And I loved every second of it.
Piper
After our moment inthe basement, Jaron had gently pushed me off him and mumbled something about needing a shower.
I went to grab the shirt off the floor when his hand covered mine. I looked up at him then.
“Join me,” he said softly, slipping his fingers between mine.
I swallowed hard, nodding.
We headed up the stairs to the main floor, hand in hand and silent. When we reached the bathroom, Jaron stripped out of his sweatpants and shirt.
Taking the clothes from him, I tossed them, along with the shirt I had worn earlier, into the laundry hamper.
Turning to head to the bathroom, I was stopped short by Jaron standing naked at the door. His hand was against the doorframe, his dark eyes locking with mine. Of the few times I had seen him naked, none of those moments compared to this. He was bigger than when I had seen him in Paris. Wider to the point I felt even safer in his arms.
I took a step toward him. It took everything in me not to shield myself from him. I was curvy and stretch marks graced my lower abdomen. He had been right though when he said that I had done something a lot of women couldn’t. Having a baby was a blessing and definitely something I never took for granted. My body showed the evidence of creating a life and I knew there were a lot of women out there who would do anything to be able to do the same.
As if he could hear my thoughts, his eyes dropped to my stomach. His nostrils flared, his eyes turning a shade of gray I had never noticed before.
Before anything was said, he turned and headed into the bathroom. The sound of the shower running started a moment later.
I took a breath and joined him, closing the door behind me.
Jaron slipped into the shower, holding the curtain open for me.
