Page 43 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess
“Come for me again.”
My pussy tightened around him.
His thumb moved faster.
The second orgasm built from the deep pressure of his cock and the sharp pleasure at my clit, rising until I couldn’t hold anything back.
I cried his name.
My pussy clenched around him in hard waves.
Jonah thrust through them, jaw tight and breathing rough.
“That’s it,” he said. “Fuck, Talia.”
I held him closer.
His rhythm broke.
He buried himself inside me and came with a low groan, his cock pulsing while my pussy kept tightening around him.
For several seconds, neither of us moved.
Jonah rested his forehead against my shoulder.
He lowered his weight over me, warm and heavy.
I ran my fingers through the damp hair at the back of his neck.
The room smelled like summer air, clean sheets, and sex.
Jonah lifted his head.
“You okay?”
“I’m considering whether to criticize the question.”
“You can do that after you answer.”
“I’m very okay.”
His smile was tired and warm.
He kissed me once, softer than before, then eased out of me.
Jonah retrieved a clean washcloth from the bathroom and brought me water while he was still naked.
I approved of that decision.
He cleaned me gently, then sat beside me while I drank.
“This doesn’t change the loan,” I said.
“You’ll repay it.”
“And dinner wasn’t payment.”
“It was dinner.”
