Page 81 of Jaeda

Grabbing his hands, I placed them on my breasts.

“You don’t need to see to feel.”

Lifting my hips, I placed the tip of his dick at my wet entrance and eased down onto it. He gave the sexiest moan as he filled my walls.

“Fuck, Jae.”

His hands gripped my thighs as I started to move. Slowly, I rode him while we stared into each other’s eyes. Reaching up, he pulled the mask from my face and tossed it to the side. A hand came around the back of my neck, and he pulled my lips to his, kissing me deeply.

“You have no fucking idea what you do to me, Jaeda,” he declared, pulling the strings of my top.

The heaviness of my breasts caused it to pop open with ease. Quaid didn’t hesitate to take a hardened bud between his lips, causing me to shudder.

“Mmm. Good boy.”

His dick twitched inside me.

“You like to be praised?” I asked, picking up the pace of my hip thrusts.

“Yes.”

“You like how I take this dick, but Ilovehow you take this pussy.”

That one surprised even me. I didn’t know where it came from, but he liked it because his dick twitched again. He grabbed my ass and spread my cheeks, allowing him to sink deeper.

“Fuck!” I gasped. “You feel so good, baby.”

Quaid sank a little deeper into the couch before proceeding to meet the rise and fall of my hips with thrusts of his own.

“Shit!” He gave loud, sexy grunts every time my thighs slapped against his.

Gripping his shoulders, I maneuvered myself from my knees to my feet and bounced on him. The sounds of him sliding in and out of me filled the room and echoed off the walls.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he declared, looking between us. “Pussy just leaking on me, love.”

“That’s what you do to me. Fuck!”

He held me close to him, one arm around my waist and one hand fisting my hair as he repeatedly dove into me from below. I clung to him, trying my hardest not to cum yet.

He slapped my ass. “Throw that shit back.”

I fell right into sync with him, catching his every stroke. By this time, we were sweating, and the room was filled with the sweet smell of us. Locking my fingers around the back of his neck, I worked my hips overtime. A string of curses fell from his lips.

“Muthafucka!”

“Goddamn it!”

“Shit!”

It was the heavy panting, the moaning, and the sharp inhales—the sound of it all gave me great pleasure in knowing that I was pleasing him.

“Finish me,” he said, huskily.

I smirked as I slowed my riding and contracted my muscles. It only took a few seconds before he was shooting off deep inside me, and I was cumming all around him. We rested against each other, bodies clad in sweat. I peered down at him and kissed his lips.

“Kitana wins.”

I’d been smiling like hell for five days now.

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