Page 116 of To Love Jason Thorn

She gazed into my eyes with such longingthat I couldn’t look away from her.

“I just wanted to make sure last nightwasn’t a dream.”

I thrust as deep as I could go and reveledin the way her body trembled under mine as she arched her neck and let outanother deep groan.

“And you decided to ride me?”

“Yesss,” she hissed, throwing her head backwhen I grinded into her.

Her pussy was so damn hot, sucking my dickin, squeezing me. Not able to stop, I pulled back and filled her again andagain.

Her hands were roaming my chest, her touchwaking something inside me. When I started pounding into her, her breaths cameout in gasps and she let out sultry, incoherent mews.

Each time my cock disappeared inside her, ripplesof pleasure rocked my body.

“Jason,” Olive moaned under me, her handsover her head, palms resting against the headboard. I slowed my pounding androughly pulled down her bra. Why had we not taken it off the night before? Oh,right, I had barely been able to think, let alone care about losing the bra. Aslong as I had access to what was underneath, I hadn’t cared, but now I wantedit off. I wanted every inch of her skin on mine as I buried myself into her.

“When you were writing those sex sceneswere you thinking of your boyfriend?” I asked, my voice all fucked up.

She hesitated.

“Answer me, Olive.”

I pulled out my dick, loving the way shetried to grab on to it with her muscles, then slammed it back in.

“No,” she gasped, grasping the bed sheets withsmall fists.

“Who were you thinking of?”

“I can’t tell.”

“Oh, you will, sweetheart.”

I dropped my head to her breasts and suckedher nipple in my mouth as I started grinding into her. I loved how she archedher back to feed me more.

“Do you want me to stop?” I barely heldback my hips. She looked gorgeous under me, taking my cock so nicely.

The little witch started to move her hipsunder me.

Gritting my teeth, I said, “You can getyourself off, baby but it won’t be the same as how I’m going to get you off onmy dick. Who were you thinking of, Olive?”

“You,” she whispered, turning her head awayfrom me.

I started throbbing inside her, so I pickedup my pace again, driving into her.

“So what they say is true, you really werethinking about me when you wrote Isaac,” I said conversationally as if eventhinking about it wasn’t kicking up my heart rate.

Her eyes were lazy when she opened them tolook at me.

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice scratchy.

“Do you want me to talk dirty to you, baby?Like Isaac?”

Leaning down to her ear, I stopped when mylips were only millimeters away and breathlessly whispered, “Do you want me totake you hard, too? Fuck you into oblivion?”

As an answer, she tangled her hands behindmy head and took my lips, playing with my heart like no one else ever had.

A bold caress of her tongue and everythingwent hazy. Wrenching my lips away from her mouth, I straightened my arms and lookeddown to her.

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