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I watched without breath as he removed the rest of his clothes and he stood before me with a dick that I was dying to taste.
“Love those shoes, Cricket,” Jase said, sliding his hand to my neck. “But I think now would be a good time to take them off.”
I held his arms and slipped them off my feet.
He lifted me, so I could wrap my legs around him, then carried me to the bed and lowered me to the mattress. Pulling my ass to the edge, he rolled on a condom and slid into me, pushing my knees back for deeper access and burying himself deeper. I took some of my power back and raised my legs, settling them against his chest. He grasped my thighs, anchoring me to his body as he moved, thrusting deeper and deeper with each pass.
I called out his name as I came, and he pushed me back down and slammed into me, over and over, until he let out a satisfied groan, whispered, “God damn, I missed you,” and rolled us gently onto our sides in spoon fashion.
As he held me tight, all the emotions of his abandonment hit me, and I burst into tears.
“Fuck!” he snapped.
Pushing off the bed, I made a run for the bathroom, but Jase caught me before I could escape. “Nope,” he said. “Not happenin’.”
“Let me go,” I demanded, trying to pull away.
“No. You’re gonna talk to me, Cricket.”
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“This was a mistake. I shouldn’t have come up here withyou, please let go of me,” Cricket protested as she wriggled.
It took every ounce of strength I had to let her out of my arms, but the last thing I wanted was for her to feel unsafe in them. I grabbed a blanket off the floor, wrapped her up, and sat down with her on the edge of the mattress.
“I can’t believe I let myself do this,” Cricket said. “I’m so stupid.”
“What exactly was so bad about what we were just doing, baby? Personally, I was having a great time, and from where I was, you seemed to be enjoying yourself just fine.”
“That!” she snapped. “All thatbaby, baby, babycrap, and romantic… shitty… shit talk.”
“Shitty shit talk?” I laughed.
“I’m serious Jase,” she protested. “Stop joking about this.”
“I’m sorry, Cricket, but you’re fuckin adorable when you get all worked up like this. I can’t help it if your pouting turns me on.”
“Pouting?” Her tone sharpened.
“That’s not what I meant. I’m sorry, it was a poor choice of words, but you’ll have to forgive me for being a little confused here. Just a second ago we were having a great time, and now you’re pissed off at me for being sweet.”
“I didn’t want you to be sweet, I wanted you to fuck me,” she snapped.
“Perhaps I’m a bit rusty, but I thought that’s exactly what we were doing.”
“Rusty? Yeah, right.” Cricket rolled her eyes.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Oh Cricket, how I’ve missed you so,” she mocked.
“What the fuck are you getting at here?” I asked.
“Do you really expect me to believe that you’ve been pining for me for all these years? That you’ve been living like a monk in Savannah?”
“I never said that,” I replied.
