Page 106 of Stolen Fate

I kissed my way up her body until I was sitting next to her in bed and claimed her lips.

She pulled away first, her tits pushing out against me every time she let out a harsh breath. We took each other in for a few long seconds.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her hands reaching out for me. I bent down low enough for her to cup my jaw, her soft warm palm doing funny things to my insides.

I closed my eyes when she caressed me delicately and shook my head a little. “Nothing, love. I’m not waiting for anything.”

She offered a shy smile, and, without pause, reached for the hem of my shirt. I let her pull it off me, and she threw it somewhere on the ground before reaching down for the waistband of my jeans.

She slowly unbuttoned them, then pulled down the zipper and, much as I had done for her, she reached in under my boxer-briefs and pulled my aching cock out with her hands. It seemed to have gotten harder with her touch, if that was even possible, and before I could so much as blink, she was already moving toward me, wrapping the tip of my cock in her hot mouth.

I closed my eyes and groaned.

She felt so good.

So fucking good. And when she took me in even deeper, it was taking everything in me not to come right then and there, like some prepubescent boy who had never even seen a pair of tits before.

I moved my fingers through the long dark strands of her hair, pulling a bit every time she sucked me in, and I worked hard to hold still and let her control the rhythm.

And how fucking good she did it.

She looked up at me as her head bobbed up and down, and I cupped her cheek. “That’s it, baby. Take me deeper. I want to feel you gag on my cock. Do you understand?”

And my command seemed to produce a frenzy, because she doubled her efforts then, taking me in deeper until I could feel myself at the back of her throat, and I had to clench my muscles to keep from coming in her mouth.

She gagged a little when she got in too deep, and with a groan, I pulled out of her roughly and rearranged her back on the bed.

“Oh,” she moaned, when I placed her on her side and got in behind her. I reached down for her pussy, satisfied to find her wet.

“Did sucking my cock turn you on?” I asked, massaging the soft flesh with my palm. Her hands grasped the bed sheets, and she moved her hip up, trying to get me to move faster. I held still and squeezed her mound in my palm instead.

“Jace, please. I need to come so bad,” she heaved, her hand moving to my forearms.

“Answer me. Did sucking my cock turn you on?” I asked a little more harshly as I entered one long finger into her tight entrance. She squeezed around me, and I moved her closer to me, until there wasn’t a single inch of space between us. I braced myself on my elbow and looked over to her, meeting her dark brown eyes, taking in her swollen lips, flushed cheeks, and red hickey mark on her neck.

Mine.

She was mine, but she was especially mine when she looked like this.

I moved my finger in and out of her at a torturous slow pace, and watched as she tried to move her hip, trying to create more friction. I stopped moving and she let out a groan in frustration.

“Jace.”

“You still haven’t answered me,” I said with a small smile.

“Yes. I’m fucking turned on sucking your cock. Are you happy now?” I offered a satisfied smile, and she let out another groan. “Now please, please move. I want to come so bad.”

I didn’t wait. I moved my finger in and out of her, picking up pace with every breathless moan that escaped her lips and curving my finger slightly near her front wall. She clenched around my fingers, her hands going to my forearms, her grip tightening around me every time I pushed back inside her again.

“Jace,” she said when I moved harder, moved faster. I wanted her to come on my fingers. And I wanted her to come around my cock. I wanted her to come so fucking hard, a more depraved part of me wanted to see her cry because of it.

Never had I felt so possessive over a woman.

I hadn’t even been this possessive with Camila when I was married to her, when I was trying to convince myself that I could make a life with her.

But I hadn’t cared about that, and I hadn’t cared that she had kept other men on the side for the entirety of our marriage. I hadn’t cared about her.

With Evelyn, it was different.

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