“Fuck,” he growled again, his hips starting to shift, doing small thrusts into my mouth, making me take him deeper. “That feels so fucking good, baby,” he praised, making my sex clench hard.
Spurred on, my eyes drifted closed again as I focused on what I was doing.
His free hand sought mine, putting it under my face to cup his balls as I continued to suck him.
“Enough. Baby, enough,” he hissed, using my hair to yank me back before, I imagined, he came. “I want to come down that throat,” he told me, thumb tracing my swollen lower lip. “But not right now. Right now, I need to be inside you,” he told me, making a little shiver move through me. “Yeah?” he asked, checking in again as he pulled me up to straddle him, like I imagine he’d wanted me to do before I went down on my knees.
“Yeah,” I whispered, too turned on to turn back.
“Yeah, feels like it,” he agreed as his hand went down my ass to slip between my thighs. “You’re dripping fucking wet for me,” he murmured as his thumb found my clit, working it for a moment.
Then two of his fingers pressed against the entrance of my body before slipping inside.
“Feel good?” he asked, his lips at my neck.
“Y…yes,” I whimpered, my walls tightening around his thrusting fingers.
“Want more?” he asked, his fingers sliding out.
“Yeah?” I half-said and half-asked, not sure.
“Like this?” he asked, slipping three fingers inside me with the next thrust. “Good? Hurt?” he asked when I said nothing.
I was going to say it pinched. But before I could make my lips form the words, that sensation was gone, and got replaced with something undeniably… good.
“Good,” I whispered, pressing my head into his shoulder.
“No. Look at me,” he demanded, voice somehow both soft and rough at the same time. “Good girl,” he murmured when I pulled back and forced my heavy-lidded eyes to look at him.
My hips started to rock in circles as he kept doing his little thrusts.
“You want my cock, baby?” he asked, his fingers spreading a little inside me, preparing me, it seemed.
There was no denying it.
It didn’t matter that the last time wasn’t good.
I did want him inside me.
I wanted him to show me that it could be good.
“Yes,” I said, doing another hip roll.
The growling sound that moved through him had my sex clenching his fingers before they drew out of me.
His arm was anchoring around my waist then, turning me, and dropping me back on the mattress.
He stopped to grab the condom out of his wallet and slipped it on before his body was coming over mine.
I never could have known I could crave the weight of a man before. But now that I knew what it felt like, I was pretty sure I would lie awake at night needing it.
Jass’s lips sealed over mine as he braced his weight on his forearms.
And at that moment, there was no denying it.
“It’s yours.”
That seemed to snap whatever control he’d been holding onto.
He started to move. Not hard or fast, but somewhere in the middle.
But then he was moving back onto his knees and reaching down to grab my leg, moving it over my body and pressing it to the mattress on my opposite side, making me feel the fullness of him inside me even more intensely as he started to fuck me again.