Page 107 of Jinxed Hearts


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I pull out and flip her over the counter, bending her forward.

One hand spreads her open. The other grips her hip as I slide back in, deeper, relentless, watching her take all of me. I tease her ass with my thumb. “Next time I have you, I’m fucking both holes," I growl. "Gonna make you feel me for days. Now look at yourself,” I grunt. “Look how beautiful you are taking me. Screaming for me.”

Heat rips through us.

“Dylan…” Her breath stutters as she watches me fuck her from behind.

“I can't—I don’t…” Her fingers claw the marble.

“Yes, you can.”Thrust.

“I said look at yourself.”Thrust.

“Take it for me.”Thrust.

“Take all of me.” She pulses around me so tight, I nearly lose it.

“I want to be deep inside every part of you, Jenna. Feel your lips around my cock. Be buried in your sweet pussy… your tight sexy ass. Every goddamn inch of you.”

I pull out slowly, making her feel the ache of emptiness.

“Then take it, Dylan.” She moans softly. “Take all of me. Every part. I’m yours.”

My hand tangles in her hair, the other tearing the condom off before guiding her mouth to my cock. “Spit on it,” I rasp. “Open wide.”

She obeys. Her tongue circles the tip. Slow, teasing, licking me up my shaft before sucking me in, inch by inch, until I hit the back of her throat.

Her eyes meet mine as I thrust into her.

“Fuck,” I breathe. “That’s it. Taste yourself on me. Beg me to come down your throat.”

She moans around my cock, sending a bolt of heat straight through me.

"Not fucking yet," I grit. I won’t lose it now.

I haul her up and toss her back on the bed, ripping open another condom before stretching her open all over again.

“God, you make me feel things I’ve never felt before,” she pants against my ear, as I slide in deep. “The way your cock feels… you were made for me.”

“Tell me,” I growl, thrusting harder. “Does Jacob fuck you like I do?”

Her breath hitches. Just his name makes my jaw tight.

I pound into her harder and deeper.

The thought of him touching her, having her, rips through me.

I need to feel her come undone, to erase every fucking man that came before me.

“Does he make your whole body come alive?”

The way she screams makes me keep going, pushing her past reason, past doubt, past him, until nothing else matters. And it’s only us.

“Does he crave the sound of your moans on repeat like his favorite fucking song?”

She cries out, fingers raking down my back. I know her answer. And I want all of her. Every sound. Every touch. Every piece of her for my goddamn self.

“Tell me, Jenna… is his heart and body as connected to yours as mine are?”