Page 83 of Where You Left Me

Jones hooks his Bluetooth speaker up to his phone and chooses Zach Bryan just for me. We stand before one another and strip each other slowly while we stare in reverence. He’s beautiful. Muscles taut, dick already hard and ready. My mouthwaters as I drink him in. I try to imagine he’s admiring my naked body just as much.

I drag my hands up muscled abs, spreading them over his bare chest, feeling his warmth beneath my palms and an ache builds between my thighs. The small flower tattoo catches my attention. I’ve seen it so many times now this summer. It no longer causes my heart to race or makes me feel too much. It’s somehow already become a part of him. I trace my finger over it and he shivers at my touch.

Jones spreads kisses up one of my arms. “How is it that you can look more beautiful, more stunning each and every time I see you naked?”

My stupid lips pull into a cheesy smile.

“And how is it that your dick is ready to go as soon as I get naked?” I snort a laugh.

“Peaches, my dick is ready to gobeforeyou get naked.”

“Good. Why don’t you put it to use,” I challenge.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He puts a finger on my shoulder and twirls me around. “Get on the bed. It’s time for my reward.”

“Jones,” I drag out his name teasingly. “Just being with me should be reward enough.”

“What I have in mind will be a reward for both of us.”

Anticipation thrums in my chest. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Now scoot.” He slaps my bare ass and I jump. This playful side of him that he only shows to me is such a turn on. I’m ready to do whatever he asks. Drop to my knees, bend over the footboard, fuck my own fingers while he watches.

Anything.

“Spread those legs for me, Peaches. Grab your feet and push those knees to your ears. I want to bury my cock so deep in your pussy it hits your G-spot every time I thrust into you.”

“Oh,” I find myself saying, elation thrumming through me while I clamber across the bed on my hands and knees.

“On second thought,” he interrupts, cinching his hands around my waist from behind. “I find myself suddenly enchanted by this view right here.” He hauls my ass into him, his cock like steel as it makes contact. I gasp. He rams into me a few times before he slaps my backside, the sound ringing in the quiet room.

A tiny shriek escapes my throat. “Jones!”

“All those years you thought you were a good girl, taking it soft and easy. But who knew, deep down, there was a bad girl waiting to break free. A bad girl who likes it rough.”

I peer over my shoulder at him. “Guess I was waiting for you to set me free.”

His blue-grey eyes darken, and it ignites a fire in my depths. “On your back,” he demands, low and husky.

Without hesitation, I flip around to my back, my heart hammering in my chest while I anticipate what’s next.

He lowers himself to his knees and crawls closer to me, snatching my hands and bringing them to my feet. “Pull them higher, just like I said.”

When I’m in the position he wants, he positions himself in front of me on his knees, determination and lust flaring in his eyes. My eager need for him aches in my core. No matter how many times Jones and I have fucked this summer, I’m desperate for him to be inside me.

He splays his palm out on my stomach like he’s bracing himself. My heart hammers in my chest with anticipation. Taking his cock in his other hand, he sweeps the head of it across my wet entrance, and a delicious shiver races through my body.

I inhale a quiet gasp.

“You love that don’t you? Such a naughty pussy, loves being teased.”

He does it again, back, and forth and I can’t speak. Only nod while I bite down on my lower lip.

Finally, he’s sliding inside me, tortuously slow, like he’s taunting me. But I soon know why, in this position, he fills me full. He reaches parts of me I thought were unreachable. After only a few thrusts, a vibration begins in my core and travels throughout my entire body. I reach out for his arm, tether my hand around the taut muscle and he groans while he watches the pleasure wash over me in waves.

“Jones,” I cry out in a whisper.

“Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to take care of this needy fucking cunt. I’m going to make you dissolve into a million pieces and you’ll still be begging for more.” With each sentence, he dives into me, like he’s trying to make good on his promise.

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