Mistaken Identity (Identity 1) - Page 33

“Oh!” Her hips shot off the bed. Her core grew slick, and her clit swelled. In need of immediate relief she moved her hand down to her lips and caressed a line down her sodden slit. For a heart beat she forgot to breathe. Vivid bursts of pleasure hit like a kaleidoscope of color. She brought her other hand down to part her lips, dipped her thumb inside her heated entrance and caressed her nub.

“Oh.”

She rocked her hips, coasted on the river of sexual tension building up inside her.

“Mmhm.” Jett’s husky moan made her feel naughty. He lay just a few feet away, capable of waking up any moment. I should give him a reason to. A rush of power filled her as she spread her legs wider, and pumped a finger inside as she continued to rub.

“Oh God, yes.” Her walls quivered. She planted her feet on the bed for more leverage, added a second finger, and thrust faster. With her eyes clenched shut she pretended it was Jett’s cock. Long, thick, and buried as deep as it would go.

“Umm.” She whimpered. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, and she swore she was about to hyperventilate. A ball of energy formed inside her pussy, expanding with every lusty, stroke, she delivered.

“Ah-Ah.” Her body vibrated.

“Kansas, you okay?” The raspy, sleep-worn, voice cinched the deal. Her muscles clenched, clasped her fingers in a stranglehold.

“Jett!” A waterway of feminine juices coated her fingers and thighs. Spent, she collapsed back on the bed, chest heaving.

The bed dipped, and a shadow hovered above her. Sensing the burning flame of Jett’s gaze she opened her eyes.

“Looks like you started the party without me, Sas.”

“I-I couldn’t wait.”

“So you warmed up that luscious pussy of yours for me? How thoughtful.” Sheets rustled. His tongue flickered out to caress her lips. “Spread your legs wide and hold onto the headboard.”

“W-what?” The commanding tone was new, and sexy as fuck.

“You had your fun. Now it’s my turn.” He delivered a nip to her neck, and she hissed. The darkness that concealed him from view heightened the experience.

“Next time you decide to play you’d best wake me.” The voice was gravel, smoke, and all things that turned a good girl bad. Calloused fingers pinched her nipples.

“Oh!”

“You didn’t answer me, Sas.”

“Y-yes. I’ll wake you next time.”

“Good. The thought of watching you compose a symphony of pleasure with those artistic fingers of yours in your cunt makes my dick ache.” Large hands traced the curves of her body, paused at her hips, kneaded, and moved down to the tops of her thighs.

“Jett.” She gasp

ed. His fingers were magical as they manipulated the wet flesh.

“I can feel your heat from here.” The bed dipped.

“Oh shit!” He sucked the skin on her inner thigh into his mouth, and let go with a loud pop.

“I want to leave my mark on you, show anyone who bothers to look you’re mine.”

“Jesus, Jett.”

“I need you to understand you’re mine now, Sas. But it’s a two way street. I’m yours. I want you to mark me, too, with your nails, teeth, and mouth.” He moved a little closer to her core with each word he mentioned, only to stop just shy.

“Jett!”

“What’s the matter, Kansas?” He peered up at her and smirked.

“Please.”

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