Sweat beaded my forehead as I imagined my dies pure bliss.
Successfully unlocked!e moving in a cunt this tight and wet. It’d be
I added another finger and fucked her, drawing small cries of pleasure from her. My eyes devoured her, all my nerves tingled to life, each one pulsating with vibrant energy.
I took her lower lip between my teeth and bite. She whimpered and I sucked right on it.
3.
I did the same to her upper lip, then moved my lips to her throat where I kissed the hollows of her neck.
‘Stop this, Jaris!”
No! It was too addictive!
I was pissed at the knowledge that I could do this all day. Nobody should have this effect on me. Nobody at all.
It was a weakness.
Her fingers dug into my back as her moans turned deeper. But they could hardly cause any harm considering the fact that i was wearing a shirt, and her moves were weak.
But I knew she wasn’t doing it to get me off her. Like me, the pleasure was too much for her to handle.
“Oh, please…” she whimpered. “Don’t… stop.”
I recognized the sound of that. She was close to the top.
It was all the encouragement I needed.
I fastened my pace, rolling my thumb against her clit. In seconds, she exploded on my fingers, her cries loud enough to startle the shadows and make the night blush.
My own breathing got harsher, and before I could hit the brakes on my impulses, I sank my teeth into her neck, giving her a small bite.
Shit, no! The realization struck me like lightning.
I shouldn’t have done that. It’d leave a mark.
She whimpered beneath me, coming down from her high.
When I wrenched my fingers free, she took a deep breath.
She was satiated. But I wasn’t. No, I was far from it.
I wanted my cock to replace where my fingers had been. I wanted to feel her tight around me. I wanted to take her until she’ d have to beg me to stop.
But that would be going too far. Not because it was wrong. But because I didn’t want to.
So, despite how hard it was, I peeled myself off her, climbing off the bed.
“Jaris…” she breathed. She was more relaxed now, her body well spent. She’d probably have to skip work tomorrow ’cause I wasn’t sure she was waking up anytime soon.
I brushed my fingers into my hair. The weight of everything crashed on me at once.
It wasn’t just we did but what I still wanted to do, and if I stayed here any longer, I feared I’d really do it.
I stomped out of the room. Kael was right there, and even if he didn’t say the words, he gave me those judgy eyes.
I ignored him and went to my room, slammed the door shut and hurried to the bathroom.
I shouldn’t have done this. Not to Lyric. Not to the woman who had hurt and betrayed me when no one else would dare.
My erection came into my hand. The image of her beneath me and at the mercy of my pleasure to filled my head.
This time, the vision was more potent. More detailed. All it took was four jerks and I came in my hand.
I hissed, my hand holding onto the wall above me for support.
This was nothing like I’d felt before. The orgasm was explosive.
LYRIC
“Lyric. Lyrict Wake up, sleepyhead! There was a rough tap against my shoulder.
My eyes fluttered open but quickly went shut from the light that nearly blinded me.
“Open your damn eyes, will you?”
I could recognize Jace’s’ voice from anywhere.
I opened my eyes again and tried to adjust to the brightness in the room.
“The windows,” I mumbled. “Close them.”
“No. They’re staying open until you get your ass out of bed. Why are you still asleep? What are you, a toddler?”
My hand went over my forehead, feeling how hot it was. Was I running a temperature right now?
“My head…” I moaned.
It hurt. If I didn’t know better, I’d think a party was taking place in it.
“Of course, that is what happens when you stay up drinking into the night.”
I managed to look at Jace. He was standing at the foot of the bed, scowling at me like he was a parent.
I sat up, dragging the duvet to my chest.
What happened…?
“What time is it?” I swallowed past the lump in my throat.
“One p.m, ma’am.”
What!?
My eyes widened like saucers.
No!
That would explain why the sun was so bright.
“Jace! I’m supposed to be at TCH!”
“Well, I’m not the alcohol you drank. And if I hadn’t come in now, you’d still be sleeping your ass off.”
I scrambled out of bed, only to find my legs slightly shaky. Then, it hit me-the discomfort between my legs.
“What…” I couldn’t form any words as I lowered myself on the edge of the bed.
Jace’s brows scrunched up in concern. “What is it?”
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