Page 139 of Five Fingers of Death

“Izzy,” I moaned, slowly thrusting inside her, feeling her wet heat soaking my finger. “Is that what you need, baby?”

Her hands clutched my arm, gripping me tighter than ever as she squeezed her eyes shut and got lost in my touch.

“Open your eyes, Izzy. Fucking look at me when you come.”

She slowly peeled her lids open, watching me as I slid a second finger inside her.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” I murmured. “So fucking tight. Soon, Izzy.”

I sucked in a breath and slid a third finger inside, building the pressure in her tight cunt. I already knew what it would feel like to have her wrapped around me. I could imagine every moan, every clench of her thighs. She would be dripping all over my cock, begging me to make her come.

Her eyes started to drift shut again, but that just wouldn’t do. “Keep those eyes on me, baby. I want you to know who’s fucking you.” I pressed my thumb to her clit and circled the tight nub. She trembled in my arms, barely holding on. I could feel her pulse inside her pussy, thrumming with desperate need.

“That’s it, baby. I feel you coming. You’re so close.” I trailed my tongue along her neck and then swallowed her cries as she started to come apart. My fingers had a mind of their own, thrusting hard inside her, forcing her to come apart even harder than she could ever imagine.

“Jason!” she cried out, her nails digging hard into my arm. “Jas?—”

“Fuck, Izzy. Come all over me. Squeeze me with that beautiful pussy. Fucking take what you need!”

Her legs collapsed beneath her as she shouted my name, her body spasming from the intensity. I caught her, but didn’t want this to end. I had to taste her. I was down on my knees for her in seconds, tossing her leg over my shoulder as I held her up at the waist.

I could smell her cum soaking her thighs and dove in, licking that pretty pussy and thrusting my tongue deep inside her. I moaned hard as she gushed on my tongue, already coming again. Her fingers slid through my hair, squeezing hard as she tugged me where she needed me. I sucked her clit into my mouth and flicked my tongue over her, drinking everything she gave.

It was only seconds later that she cried out again, ripping the hair from my head as she came apart for the third time. Her cum coated my lips, making a mess out of me. As I pulled back, I swirled a finger through her pussy, riding out the last of her pleasure while I licked every inch of her arousal from my mouth.

Even as she shook in my arms, I couldn’t resist taking just one last taste. I leaned in and buried my face in her pussy, licking every last drop of her. Her legs continued to spasm while the full weight of her body sank into my arms. I was fucking soaked and uncomfortable as hell, but that sated look in her eyes made it all worth it.

Shutting the water off, I grabbed a towel from the bar and wrapped it around her thin frame. I had no fucking clue what to do for her hair, but it was dripping down her back and I knew it would soak her pillow if I tossed her in bed like this.

Spotting a hand towel, I gently squeezed the water from her hair, drying it as best I could while she held onto my shoulders to keep from collapsing. Lifting her into my arms, I carried her to her bed, laying her down and pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Don’t go,” she whispered.

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere. Give me a minute.”

I quickly cleaned up the water spots I left and peeled my soaked clothes from my body. After tossing them on the shower floor, I grabbed a second towel and wrapped it around my waist. If I didn’t have something covering my cock, I’d end up buried inside her by the end of the day. And that wasn’t what she needed right now.

Sliding into bed behind her, I listened to her soft breaths as she drifted in and out of sleep. I would lay in bed beside her and just listen to her breathe in and out all day, but we had things to discuss, and until she was ready to fully trust me, this couldn’t go farther.

“You want to tell me what you freaked out about?” I asked when I knew she was awake.

“I saw you with Carli, and I started thinking about the child I lost. I don’t know how to describe it. It just hit me so hard that she would be about the same age as Carli, but she’ll never go to a waterpark and I’ll never see her smile. All of the things I wanted for her never happened.”

“You ran,” I pointed out.

“I know.” Her words were so quiet and guarded.

“Why did you go to Kavanaugh?”

She shifted in my arms, turning to face me. “I didn’t want to spoil your day with Carli. I knew how much it meant to have that time with her.”

I was trying really hard not to be pissed right now, but the fact that she made that decision without consulting me really ate at me.

“So, you made up my mind for me.”

“Jason—”

“How many fucking times do I have to prove to you that I’m here for you?”

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