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“Yes,” she moaned, circling her hips, grinding her clit down on me, and I barely had enough room to angle my jaw, but I rubbed my tongue back and forth across that tiny bud, an unsuspecting groan emanating from the back of my throat. I got off on this as much as she did.
As her cries turned sharper, I doubled down, using both of my hands to massage her breasts, leaving Gemma to take what she needed from my mouth until she was going off with a soft plea. Then I immediately flipped her over, not done yet.
“No. No more.”
“Yes more,” I said, sliding two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. “This is what you get for stealing all my socks and coming home in your tight pants with nothing underneath except formy socks.”
She licked her lips, staring up at me from under drowsy lids. “I’m not sorry.”
“Of course you aren’t.” I added a third finger, and her back arched off the bed. “Look at you, all sweaty and flushed and gorgeous.”
“It’s too much,” she whimpered.
I nipped and licked at her throat. “You can take it. Let me feel you come on my fingers then I’ll give you my cock.”
She thrashed her head back and forth.
“Gemma.”
“Don’t use that tone with me.”
I laughed. Even delirious, she could still be such a brat. I bent and bit her nipple at the same time I swirled my thumb around her clit, and she nearly shot off the bed.
Her body trembled, her inner muscles clenching around my fingers, but I didn’t stop stroking her, easing her through the orgasm until she settled back against the mattress, still and obviously spent.
“That’s my girl.” I laid a kiss on her mouth before grabbing a condom. I swiftly returned, raising her leg over my shoulder and trailed kisses up her calf, ending at her knee, then sank into her with a low grunt, gently rocking my hips against her. “You got another one for me?”
She tangled her fingers in my hair, licking the skin of my chest, damp from effort, then pursed her lips, her energy back now. “I think the question is do you?”
“You should know by now I win this game. Should we see how many times I can make you scream my name? I have all night.” I plunged hard into her, driving the point home, and she squeezed her eyes shut, her mouth open on a silent moan.
I dragged my tongue over her lower lip, calling her attention back to my face. “Don’t go quiet on me now.”
Dropping my hand to the base of her throat, I held her steady as reared back to my knees and gripped her leg in my other hand, pushing into her again and again, so hard the bed frame repeatedly smacked into the wall.
“Come on. Let me hear it.”
She rolled her lips between her teeth. Like the tease she was.
I grunted and bit down hard into the skin above her knee.
“Jason!”
“Much better.”
“Ugh.” Her frustrated snarl morphed into a soft whine. “You’re the worst.”
“Mm-hmm. Just awful.” Drawing my hand between her breasts and over her stomach, she let out a pleading, soft version of my name.
It broke my will to drag this out. My breathing quickly became uneven, the muscles in my arms and legs tightening with each thrust, straining to make sure she came one more time. I pressed my thumb down on her already overworked clit, and when she finally moaned her release, I followed immediately after, arching my neck.
My torso was covered in a sheen of sweat as I lay down next to her. “Shower?” I asked, wiping at my upper lip, and she answered by skipping off toward the bathroom. She was mid-shampoo when I took over. I rinsed her hair and finger-combed conditioner through her long tresses. “I was thinking…”
She spun around underneath the stream of water to face me.
“All right, so…”
She reached for a bar of soap, waiting patiently for me to continue. “Yeah?” When I still struggled to find my words, she washed my shoulders, chest, and stomach. “You going to tell me?”
