Page 72 of The Jellybean Dilemma

“Only you,” I grit out as he slid a finger into my depths.

His tongue lapped at me, and he hummed in pleasure. “Good, because you’re the only one I want, Rhonda. The only one.”

It was torture of the most exquisite kind, the agonizingly slow pace he started with. I writhed beneath him as my release built within me. Soon, I begged, pleading for more. But he would not yield, increasing little by little until my chest was heaving and my fingers hurt from how tight they clenched the sheets.

The orgasm blindsided me, stealing my breath as wave after wave after wave rocked me. Greg lapped up each one until I finally stopped quaking. I lay in a heap of bliss, feeling boneless from the tsunami of pleasure he’d given me.

“I changed my mind,” he said, grinning as he took off his jeans.

Furrowing my brow, I didn’t have the energy to actually ask the question. But I was more curious than concerned, his smile telling me I had nothing to worry about.

“You’re my new favorite flavor.”

His dimple appeared, and I grinned back, reaching for him. He carefully lay on top of me in just his boxers, pressing against me enough so I knew he was there. His lips brushed mine. The kiss was soft and gentle, starting slow just like he had between my legs.

“I know what you’re doing.” I frowned.

“Yeah? Already learning my tricks?” He leaned down to nuzzle my neck with his chin, making me squirm.

Which created more friction, just where I needed it, and heat spread through me. Greg raised up, his arms caging me in as his body hovered over me. A hint of panic trickled in, my claustrophobia raising its head at the most inopportune time. I froze, and he sensed it.

“Jellybean?” he asked, full of concern.

I swallowed, my mind racing for what I needed. I blurted out, “I want to be on top.” Me being in charge, unhindered and not pinned down was of the utmost importance in that moment.

“Of course.” He didn’t ask for questions or explanations, didn’t jump to conclusions. He simply moved off me to stand beside the bed. “You still good?”

Already feeling freer, I nodded. “I just felt a little…caged in, I guess,” I explained before I reached for his boxers, sliding my fingers in the hem. “But I want this, Greg. I want you.”

Relief shone on his face, and the tension melted from his shoulders. I tugged his boxers off, letting them slip to the floor as his magnificent cock jutted before me. I couldn’t help running my fingers over its heated length, and I grinned when Greg groaned. He hurried across the bed, settling his back once more against the wall.

Then I crawled to him, slowly, pressing kisses along his thigh. I couldn’t resist licking his hardened shaft from the base to the tip of his dewy head. His fingers clenched into fists at his side, but he didn’t rush me. I pressed my breasts against him as I trailed kisses up his chiseled abdomen, over his sculpted pecs. When I finally tilted up for a kiss, he pulled me to him.

His lips were brutal in their exploration. Our tongues danced together as I settled my apex against his scorching length. I glided over him once, twice, using the wetness from my arousal to my advantage. He gripped my ass, his hips bucking as he held me in place.

“I can’t believe you’re finally mine, Rhonda,” he gritted out as I ground against him. “Say it again.”

I cupped his cheek as I positioned myself above his waiting cock. The love I had for this man was nothing short of overwhelming, and when I searched his face, the feeling echoed in the depths of his intense gaze. The blunt tip of his dick nudged my entrance, and I smiled softly as I whispered, “I love you, Greg,” then I lowered myself onto him.

His eyes closed, head tilting back as he let out a soft, short breath. But they flew open again when I sat down all the way, our groans mingling together. He filled me perfectly, hitting all the right spots as I moved on top of him.

I gripped his shoulders as the memory hit me, that moment in the back seat of the limo. An image of Kevin swam before me. But as I kept moving on top of Greg, Kevin melted away and only Greg remained.

Just Greg.

I surged up to press a heated kiss to his lips, then wrapped my arms around his neck. With every movement, another of my broken pieces mended, and I basked in the warmth spreading over my entire body.

“Rhonda, you feel amazing.” His lips closed over my nipple.

I could only moan and ride him harder. Then he slipped one hand between us, pressing his thumb against my clit. The friction added a whole new layer to all the incredible sensations. Each pleasure point sent jolts cascading through me, flooding me with bliss. The big ball of ecstasy exploded within me, and I cried out his name.

He watched intently as I shuddered over him, his gaze never leaving me as he waited for my orgasm to subside.

Feeling a little self-conscious, I asked, “What?”

“You’re beautiful when you come.” One hand came up to cup my cheek, and I smiled, running my fingers over his chest. A pleased grin spread over his face as he pulled me in for a kiss. Just before our lips met, he paused. “I told you you’d come all over my cock.” He captured my mouth, thrusting his tongue inside me.

I felt myself clench at his words, desire stirring all over again.

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