Page 107 of Stolen Fate

Everything was different, and I wanted her so fucking bad, I was shaking.

Her hold tightened even more around me when I added in a second finger, keeping up the rough pace. I held her steady with my other hand, cupping one tit and holding her to me so her back was plastered against my front.

I squeezed her tit harshly and watched as she threw her head back to shout out my name. I knew she was close, and I knew it was getting to be almost too much for her because she was shaking from her impending orgasm.

“That’s it. Come for me, baby. I want to feel you come for me. I want to feel your wetness coat my fingers and feel you shake as I push you over the edge.”

And it wasn’t long after that she came.

She moved her face down and bit on the pillow by her head, muffling her scream of pleasure as she came all over me. She was so fucking wet, I could barely get any friction from my fingers.

I pulled out and rubbed my fingers around her swollen clit instead, and she pushed her hips out, as if the sensation was too much, yet she never asked me to stop.

I watched as she rode out the orgasm, and when she finally came back to me, her eyes were lidded and her breath was labored, pushing her chest in and out with each hard breath that she took. What an enticing image she made.

If I could, I would keep her looking like this forever.

She silently took me in when I reached over for the condom on the bedside table. I ripped it open and sheathed myself with the rubber.

She was still lying on her side, and I was still behind her, and it was taking everything in me not to enter her right then. To take her bare and put another baby inside her. The thought almost sent me over the edge, but I refrained… just barely. We had a lifetime to explore that between us.

Because that was what I wanted with her.

A lifetime, and I knew that still wouldn’t be enough. I wanted to keep her with me always, and the thought that she might leave once she found out about Elliot, about mine and Camila’s role in all of it, almost sent me to the brink of madness.

Unable to stand another second apart, I tilted her head to the side so that she was looking at me and took her lips in a piercing kiss.

I kissed her with everything in me. The desperation for her to stay, to work it out with me, was so strong that I wondered if she could taste it.

She went pliant in my arms and kissed me back, as if she knew just how badly I needed this—needed her.

I hooked her leg up and over my arm, baring her even more toward me, and pulled away from the kiss as I entered her slowly. Inch by torturous inch. Our eyes met and we didn’t say anything as I fully embedded myself into her. She moved a little and I used my other hand to wrap around her waist, keeping her still.

Her breathing grew hard, and her cheeks became flush from her arousal. “Please, Jace. I need you to move,” she begged, tears coming to her eyes. I didn’t move my gaze from her as I moved. Slowly at first, until I felt the first hint of pain from her fingernails when she moved her fingers to my forearms, clawing at me, trying to get me to go faster.

And faster I went.

I pushed my hips up and moved in and out of her until I could feel the bed squeaking with each hard thrust. I could see the alluring bounce of her tits, and the sound we made every time our skin slapped against each other.

She opened her mouth in a silent moan, and unable to hold in my control any longer, I gripped her waist even tighter and moved without thought.

I was acting purely on instinct, and I couldn’t remember a time when I had felt like this with another woman.

Sex had always been good, and most of the time it was about finding the right partner you could connect with physically, but sex with Evelyn was phenomenal. I didn’t just connect with her physically, though it certainly helped that our chemistry was off the charts. There was something there. Something more. And I didn’t want it to end, yet I didn’t think I could last much longer.

“Touch yourself,” I groaned.

“W-what?”

“Baby, I want you to reach down and touch your clit for me. I want you to touch yourself as hard as you need to make yourself come. I want to feel you come because of my dick and your hand.”

“I…” She trailed off and I moved even more roughly against her. She closed her eyes and let out a small yell in pleasure. “You feel so good, Jace.”

“Good. I bet this would feel even better if you touched yourself, baby.”

Her hand moved down her body before she could even think about it, and I liked how submissive she was in the bedroom. I liked that she found my dominating hot, and that she not only wanted my control, but craved it.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” she chanted as her hand moved in circular motion over her clit.

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