didn’t care. “Keep going.”
“You’re a demanding little thing. What part of I’m in
charge are you struggling with?”
She wanted to call him to task for his words, but before she
could utter a sound, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and moved even
farther back. The tip of his wet finger rimmed her anus and she froze.
“Want to play?” he asked.
“What did you have in mind?” As if she didn’t know.
He wiggled his finger. “Guess.”
She tried to think of a witty response, but her mind was
drawing a complete blank. Jarod had sexed her stupid. “Okay. Play away.”
He reached into the nightstand drawer and, for a moment, she
thought she might have been smarter to ask for more details when he pulled out
a tube of lubrication.
Jarod pressed some lube onto his finger then rubbed it
around her anus. “This might make things a bit easier.”
She struggled to take a breath as he continued to rub the
lube around the tight hole.
Slowly he applied more force, the finger going deeper into
her ass with each subtle pass. She wasn’t a stranger to anal play. She’d bought
a butt plug at a sex shop once because she was curious about the act. However,
her solo attempts had fallen flat and she’d given up before she’d really tried.
Her plug play was nothing compared to Jarod’s explorations.
He delved deeper and Stephanie moved into each thrust,
trying to capture more of the refreshingly wicked feeling.
Once his finger was completely lodged in her ass, he wiggled
it inside her.
“Dear God.” She rested her face against the pillow, her
pussy empty and jealous. She was on the verge of the mother of all orgasms. She
just needed…more. “Jarod. Please.”
He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the nape of her neck.
“You look so beautiful.”
Damn him. With his soft touches and sweet words, Jarod was
making it hard for her to remain aloof. Sex was sex. It had never meant
anything more.
But with him, it felt like it did mean more. It felt
like it mattered. He was getting under her skin and touching parts of her she’d
thought impenetrable.
She tried to shake off the unwelcome thought. She’d made a
commitment to her friends. Three years of hard work and dedication to make Books
and Brew a success. She had one more year left on that promise. She didn’t have
time for a serious relationship. Shit. She didn’t even want a man in her life.
Did she? In the past, she’d always been happy to be footloose and fancy-free.
Why would she invite this complication?
Jarod’s cock washed away all her anxieties and troubling
thoughts as it breached the opening of her cunt. His finger was still buried
deep in her ass and, as he thrust inside, she was caught up in a tidal wave of
red-hot sensations.
Placing her hands flat against the headboard, she forced her
body back as Jarod propelled forward. She saw flashing lights behind her closed
eyelids as she strained for more—harder, deeper. She loved rough sex, craved
it. In the past, she’d never found a lover willing to step over that line
between pleasure and pain. Jarod didn’t just step over. He bought property and
moved in. With his finger and his cock, he proved his willingness to give her
exactly what she wanted.
They moved together in a flurry of hard, fast motions and
Stephanie couldn’t keep quiet as she came. “Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.” She
fell face-first into the pillow, her body trembling with her orgasm.
Jarod’s voice mixed with hers and his hand tightened on her
hip as he joined her. “God dammit,” he groaned, his pleasure sounding almost
like agony.
Stephanie faded in and out of consciousness for several
minutes—dizzy, lightheaded, overwhelmed. She felt Jarod leave her body, heard
him walk to the bathroom. She was vaguely aware of him returning to the bed,
crawling in beside her and spooning her. The last thing she recalled was his
hot breath on the back of her neck and his quietly muttered, “Good night.”
When she opened
“You’re a demanding little thing. What part of I’m in
charge are you struggling with?”
She wanted to call him to task for his words, but before she
could utter a sound, he pulled his fingers out of her cunt and moved even
farther back. The tip of his wet finger rimmed her anus and she froze.
“Want to play?” he asked.
“What did you have in mind?” As if she didn’t know.
He wiggled his finger. “Guess.”
She tried to think of a witty response, but her mind was
drawing a complete blank. Jarod had sexed her stupid. “Okay. Play away.”
He reached into the nightstand drawer and, for a moment, she
thought she might have been smarter to ask for more details when he pulled out
a tube of lubrication.
Jarod pressed some lube onto his finger then rubbed it
around her anus. “This might make things a bit easier.”
She struggled to take a breath as he continued to rub the
lube around the tight hole.
Slowly he applied more force, the finger going deeper into
her ass with each subtle pass. She wasn’t a stranger to anal play. She’d bought
a butt plug at a sex shop once because she was curious about the act. However,
her solo attempts had fallen flat and she’d given up before she’d really tried.
Her plug play was nothing compared to Jarod’s explorations.
He delved deeper and Stephanie moved into each thrust,
trying to capture more of the refreshingly wicked feeling.
Once his finger was completely lodged in her ass, he wiggled
it inside her.
“Dear God.” She rested her face against the pillow, her
pussy empty and jealous. She was on the verge of the mother of all orgasms. She
just needed…more. “Jarod. Please.”
He leaned forward and placed a kiss on the nape of her neck.
“You look so beautiful.”
Damn him. With his soft touches and sweet words, Jarod was
making it hard for her to remain aloof. Sex was sex. It had never meant
anything more.
But with him, it felt like it did mean more. It felt
like it mattered. He was getting under her skin and touching parts of her she’d
thought impenetrable.
She tried to shake off the unwelcome thought. She’d made a
commitment to her friends. Three years of hard work and dedication to make Books
and Brew a success. She had one more year left on that promise. She didn’t have
time for a serious relationship. Shit. She didn’t even want a man in her life.
Did she? In the past, she’d always been happy to be footloose and fancy-free.
Why would she invite this complication?
Jarod’s cock washed away all her anxieties and troubling
thoughts as it breached the opening of her cunt. His finger was still buried
deep in her ass and, as he thrust inside, she was caught up in a tidal wave of
red-hot sensations.
Placing her hands flat against the headboard, she forced her
body back as Jarod propelled forward. She saw flashing lights behind her closed
eyelids as she strained for more—harder, deeper. She loved rough sex, craved
it. In the past, she’d never found a lover willing to step over that line
between pleasure and pain. Jarod didn’t just step over. He bought property and
moved in. With his finger and his cock, he proved his willingness to give her
exactly what she wanted.
They moved together in a flurry of hard, fast motions and
Stephanie couldn’t keep quiet as she came. “Ohmigod. Ohmigod. Ohmigod.” She
fell face-first into the pillow, her body trembling with her orgasm.
Jarod’s voice mixed with hers and his hand tightened on her
hip as he joined her. “God dammit,” he groaned, his pleasure sounding almost
like agony.
Stephanie faded in and out of consciousness for several
minutes—dizzy, lightheaded, overwhelmed. She felt Jarod leave her body, heard
him walk to the bathroom. She was vaguely aware of him returning to the bed,
crawling in beside her and spooning her. The last thing she recalled was his
hot breath on the back of her neck and his quietly muttered, “Good night.”
When she opened
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