The Fear That Divides Us (The Devil's Dust #3)(30)

“And now that I mention it.” I walk around the counter, my boots thudding against her tiled floors. Her eyes look at me lazily, her lips parting.

I grasp her by the hips, pull her toward me roughly, and lean into her. I brush my lips against the shell of her ear, causing her body to rise with a sudden breath.

“Yeah?” she whispers, her tone dripping with lust.

“During this whole process, you are only to be mine,” I whisper, nipping her earlobe. I’m not going to share Jessica. Not if I don’t have to.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” she breathes heavily, turning her head, inviting me into her neck. My dick jumps with the invitation, excited she’s giving in.

“You’re mine right now,” I inform, scraping my teeth against her neck, just enough to make her whimper.

I grab her under the thighs and lift her on top of the counter, her hands clawing under my shirt, feeling my abs.

I press my lips to her neck, the smell of apples and lilies coming off her skin. My hands squeeze her ass cheeks as my lips make their way up her neck and across her jaw, finding their way to her ample lips.

Her tongue slides into my mouth hungrily, devouring me with one swipe. I grab the sides of her robe and pull it down her shoulders. She wiggles her body trying to help get the robe off completely.

“Fuck,” I growl, grabbing the bottom of her top and lifting it above her head. Her perfect heavy breasts fall out of her tank, her pink nipples hard and perky. I wrap my arm around her back and lean down, taking a nipple between my teeth. Her legs fly up and wrap around me and her hands tangle into my hair as she gasps.

“Say you’re only mine, Jessica,” I whisper against the warm skin between her tits.

Her hands pull on my shirt as her body ignites around me.

“I’m only yours,” she mumbles softly, making it hard to hear her.

My hands glide down her torso as my mouth sucks along the peaks of her tits, making their way into the valley of them. My fingers sweep underneath her panties, finding their way between her wet heat. I slip two fingers in with ease, her * clenching around them as they enter. I slide my fingers in and out slowly, my thumb swirling her clit. She pants, her back arched inward as I finger her relentlessly. Her eyes pin me as her mouth parts in pleasure. Desire emanates off her bowed frame as I f*ck her with my fingers.

My dick throbs with a slight pain, so hard it hurts. I pump my fingers one more time, before pulling them out, and sliding them into my mouth, tasting her sweetness. I grab the sides of her panties and pull them down her legs as she grabs my belt to unbuckle it, pulling it from the loops of my jeans, and dropping it to the floor. The belt buckle makes a clanking noise as it hits the tile. Her feet grab the sides of my jeans and push them down my legs, making my dick spring free instantly, grazing the side of the counter.

“No underwear?” she pants, eyeing my dick like dessert.

“Not today, baby,” I respond with a smile. I grab her by her bare ass and walk us toward her room, my jeans wrapped around my ankles and boots making it hard to walk.

I toss her onto her perfectly made bed, her naked frame bouncing on the mattress as she lands. I kick my boots and pants off, and pull my shirt and leather cut over my head with one tug.

Jessica’s hand clutches my dick, her hand pumping my cock while the other plays with my balls. My shaft tightens, wanting so much more of her. I’d blow my load if she wrapped that mouth of hers around my cock. She’s never given me head. Yet.

She lets go of my dick and uses her elbows to crawl backwards on the mattress, getting into her normal missionary position. Her knees slowly pull apart, revealing her sweet, pink *. My balls throb just looking at it, thinking about her tight wetness milking my cock.

I grab her by the foot and pull her to the edge of the bed, making her squeal. I lean down and pick her up, causing her to wrap her legs around my waist. My dick skirts along her heat, causing my head to bud a bead of excitement. I smash my lips to hers, biting her bottom lip as I turn us and fall on my back on the bed. She pulls from me, the look of fear on her face as she realizes I am not letting her on the bottom.

“Ride me,” I mutter, my voice rough with the urge to come.

“I-I—” she stutters, her body tensing. Her head falls downward, her eyes closed. I already want to give in; I don’t want to see her in pain, scared.

“Take control,” I encourage softly. She bites her lip and glances over at the dresser. Her face brightens with a devilish smirk and she climbs off me, scampering over to the dresser and picking up two headbands.

“Get on the pillows,” she demands, pointing toward the headboard.

I smirk and climb to the head of the bed.

Jessica being demanding is f*cking hot.

She crawls on the bed seductively and climbs on top of me, her breasts brushing across my body as she grabs one of my wrists and places it against one of the bedposts. She wraps a black headband around my wrist and ties it to the distressed-white post. She climbs across me, her wet * gliding across my pecs as she ties up the other hand.

My heart skips a beat as I eye her pink, shaven * with eagerness, so badly wanting to watch her ride me, and in daylight nonetheless. I am about to blow my load just thinking about it.

She sits back eyeing her handiwork. She closes her eyes, and runs both of her hands through her hair anxiously. She lowers her head, her wary eyes looking at me, captivating me.