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She nods, gasping when I bottom out inside her.
“Atta girl.” With a hand on her wrists and the other coming between us, I fuck her with slow, purposeful thrusts, rolling my hips and controlling her breath with my movement. I press my thumb against her clit, splaying my fingers on her mound, and continue moving inside her at a rhythm that drives her crazy.
“Please…”
I ignore her plea, staying on my trajectory. She comes apart beautifully, writhing under me.
“I love you,” she moans. “I love you…”
I come inside her, feeling her tightening around my cock. “I love you too,” I grunt. “Fuck, baby, I missed you.”
Having Jade to myself right now is worth the chaos Elliot will cause when he realizes we didn’t listen to one word he ordered.
And chaos he will cause.
33
JADE
MAKEUP - Chris Grey
“Bad girl.”
I gasp when I feel a finger pushing inside me. It quickly turns into a moan, and my eyes flutter open.
“I said no fucking,” Elliot growls in my ear.
I’m finding it hard to locate my own body in the space around me. It’s dark outside, and I can’t see anything in the room. Ethan and I showered after another round and went another two times before we fell asleep. The sun was already gone.
I feel a pull at my hair. I’m on my front, and someone is keeping me pressed against the mattress. Someone else shifts beside me, an arm leaving my waist. That must be Ethan. He was holding me so close in our sleep, I could barely breathe. I felt his arms brushing against the bruises even in my dream. But I didn’t want to move away from him. I love his skin against mine.
“You’re back,” Ethan’s groggy voice rings to my right as he sits up, leaning his back against the wall.
I can see him, my left cheek flat on the mattress. But I can’t see Elliot holding my head, and I’m assuming, he’s standing next to the bed on my left.
“I’m back.” His grip tightens, making me groan, but Ethan doesn’t seem bothered. He looks at me, caresses my cheek, and turns to his brother.
“His cum is still hot in your pussy,” Elliot growls. “How many times?”
“Oh God,” I moan when his one finger becomes two. He pushes inside me, not giving me a chance to reply.
Ethan opens his mouth, but Elliot presses my head harder against the mattress. “I’m talking to you, my love.”
“F-four.”
“And how many times did you come?”
I struggle to breathe when his rhythm accelerates. “Fuck,” I pant. “Three.”
He tuts Ethan, chuckling low. “Not your best form.”
“She’s the one who said it was too much,” Ethan mumbles, his black eyes on me, so clearly belonging to the night.
“So what?” Elliot snorts. “You let her dictate how many times she comes? That’s not very good girl behavior, my love, is it?”
“No, but—”
“You’re going to give her the last orgasm you owe her, Ethan. And then you’ll hold her down while she gives me as many as she gave you.”
