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“Beg for my mercy, for me to be nice and play with your clit until you scream my name.”
For the whole house to hear? No.
“I won’t be screaming,” I promise.
His face is covered in shadow, but I stare up into his eyes. There’s a good chance his eyes are more adjusted than mine, and that he can see my cutting glare.
“Get off of me.”
He flexes his hips, and his dick moves inside me. It’s annoying how good it feels, an itch being scratched that I didn’t know existed.
“Here’s the thing.” He shifts to the side and trails his hand down my chest. Over my belly and down between my legs. He strokes my clit softly, and my hips automatically jerk at the sensation. “Something I didn’t make clear before.”
“Jacob…”
“Be quiet.”
I stop talking. More out of surprise than anything.
“You’re mine.Thisshould demonstrate that no matter where you go, or where you hide…” He pinches my clit.
I barely stop my surprised, pained scream. I arch off the bed, trying to twist away from him, but there’s nowhere to go. He eases the pressure and resumes stroking between my legs. Building me back up again, slowly,slowly.
Something occurs to me.
“I did hide from you.”
He stills.
I flatten my hand on his chest. He’s still wearing his shirt. He didn’t strip completely for me, sitting naked in the dark and waiting for me to wake up.
Or maybe he didn’t want you to wake up at all.
“Somehow, I hid. That’s why you were so surprised to see me at the game.”
He doesn’t reply.
Instead, he shifts lower. When his mouth closes over my core, I drop back flat to the bed. I stare at the dark ceiling and try not to react, to scream, as he brings me to a shuddering orgasm. My limbs are jelly, the equivalent to the aftermath of tough exercise.
He stops the video on my phone and slips his shoes back on. He leans down and cups my jaw, and I’m surprised when his lips touch mine.
Because it isn’t just a simple kiss.
It’s a ravishment. His tongue invades my mouth, tasting me and giving me back my own flavor. His teeth nip at my lips. He may as well suck my soul out of my body. And when he pulls back, all I can do is stare at him with a weird expression.
Whatever he sees is enough to make him kiss me again. Slower. Lazier, in a way.
Another way to kiss. Like time is on our side.
He breaks away and smooths my hair back. He finishes getting dressed and slips out of the room, and I’m left contemplating the hows and whys.
How did he get up here? Lucy had to come retrieve me at street level.
Why does he keep coming for me?
And why do I suddenly want him to do it again?
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