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He puts a finger on my lips, preventing me from saying any more. “I kiss the girl I want any fucking way I want.”
His other hand still has a firm hold on my throat as he rubs his knee against my most sensitive parts. And fuck me, I could come just from the pressure he applies to my neck alone.
He’s never been this direct, this … domineering.
“What are you doing?” I mutter.
“You wanted aggressive?” he groans. “You got it.”
Fuck. So he did listen. Oh God, there’s nothing sexier than this.
He pins me to the door and rubs his knee against me until my panties begin to soak through, and I find it hard to keep the moans from slipping out. He smiles wickedly against my skin.
“Are you my dirty little slut?” he whispers in a gravelly voice.
His free hand slides all the way down my silk nightgown until he reaches my breasts, and he circles my peaked nipples without touching the tip, edging me to insanity. I just want to lean in and make him touch me.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
I’ve never been treated in such a debasing way before. It’s turning me on like nothing he’s ever done before.
“Come on this knee then,” he whispers. “You don’t deserve my fingers. Earn them.”
Fuck, this is so hot.
My hand instinctively reaches down his abs, which are much firmer today. Maybe he’s been training? I ignore it because I’m too excited as I make my way down to the bulge in his pants. God, it’s much bigger than I remember, but I’m not complaining.
I rub him right through the fabric of his pants, his hard-on growing against my fingers, but the second I try to pull his hard-on from his pants, he grips my wrist and pins it back against the door.
“I didn’t give you permission to touch me,” he whispers, pressing a sultry kiss right below my ear. “You will quiver for me first before your pussy enjoys this cock.”
His knee swivels around until my body instinctively begins to gyrate against him.
“That’s it, rub yourself against me like a filthy fucking slut would.”
Jason’s never called me a slut before.
I love it.
A smirk forms on my face as I roll my hips against his knee, but his fingers tighten around my neck like a noose slowly suffocating the life out of me.
“You will come for me and lose your fucking breath while you do,” he whispers.
The dirtiness in his words practically sends me over the edge.
God, I can’t fucking breathe.
“Not. Yet.”
Even his breathy whispers are so controlling, so direct, that my eyes practically roll into the back of my head. I’m normally never like this, but he’s pulled something out of me that I want to embrace so badly, I just let it happen.
Where did he learn all of this? And in such a short amount of time too.
He pushes my veins so deep my heart rate slows down, and my legs crumple underneath me. I can feel myself slipping away.
His lips linger near my ear, right before I grow too weak to stand. “Now.”
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