Page 82 of Let's Be Forever

“Don’t be loud or I’ll gag you.” I let go of her mouth and cup her breast, pinching her nipple hard. She muffles the noise, attempting to squeeze together her thick thighs, but I’m still wedged between them. “If you’re desperate enough, easy enough, wet enough, then maybe I’ll let you come.”

I lift my arm over my head grab the neck of my shirt, removing it and tossing it somewhere on the floor. Wild, hungry eyes peruse my chest, arms, and torso.

“Look at you so eager to touch me. Be good and maybe I’ll let you.” I lean down and spit on her breast and then the other. “Rub,” I order her.

Her breath hitches, and her wide stare lands on the saliva sitting on her breasts. But they go wider, darker when I spit on her pussy twice.

“Don’t act like you don’t like that.” I brace one hand next to her head. The other I slip between her thighs, spreading my spit all over her. She whimpers, bucks her hips, and raises both hands to her chest, doing just as I instructed. “Play with them the way you used to when you’d ride my face.”

She pulls, pinches, and twists her nipples between her fingers. I watch, mesmerized as she does, dragging my fingers through her drenched pussy up to her clit. It pulses faster as I glide my finger around it. She mewls, rocking her hips, in search of friction.

“I missed this.” I slip my finger down and tease her entrance. I sink the digit just an inch, and instantaneously feel her clench around it, like it’s sucking it in. “Goddamn, your pussy is desperate to be filled. You need it now, don’t you?”

“Please,” she begs, pushing up on her elbows. Her gaze drifts to my erection. “I need you in me.”

I’m so hard it’s uncomfortable, but having her on my bed, seeing her like this again, I can’t help but take my time. Usually we don’t, usually I’m fucking her as she’s screaming and begging for me to fuck her harder, faster. And as much as I want to do that, I also can’t believe she’s really here.

“Fuck,” I grunt, dropping my head back. “I don’t have any condoms.”

“You don’t?” she asks warily.

“No, there wasn’t any need,” I answer, soaking every inch of her body. “You’re breathtaking, you know that?”

“Don’t say that to me.” She hooks a finger around the loop of my jeans, tugging me closer to her. “You’re supposed to be angry.”

“I know. I’m trying hard to be, but you’re in my bed. Anna, you don’t understand how many times I’ve thought of you being here. I fucking missed you.”

I don’t think she’ll ever understand the chokehold she has on my heart, how she has my soul on a tight leash, how I only feel steady under her stare and hands.

“I missed you too. I wanted to tell you before you attacked my mouth.” She lies flat on her back as I hover over her.

“I want to attack your mouth again.” I go to kiss her just as hard as the first time but stop when I feel her hands on the waistband of my jeans, undoing the button and tugging the zipper down. “What are you doing?”

“Sylas, I’m tired of waiting. I’m really horny right now. If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to my room and grabbing my?—”

“Fuck that.” I remove her hands as well as my jeans, boxers, and shoes. While I’m all for toys, and we’ve used them, I need to be inside her now. “You’re not going anywhere.”

She takes her thong off, but when she goes to take the heels off, I stop her.

“No, keep those and the dress on.”

“But—”

“No. I’m a selfish asshole, you know this. I want my turn with you wearing this dress. I hate that he saw you in it first. I hate that you danced with him, that he touched you, and that you fucking let him.”

I’m angry again. Jealousy blurs my vision and distorts all rational thought. I grab the base of my cock and slap her pussy with it. I do it a few times, enjoying the way her arousal coats the tip and mixes with my pre-cum.

She’s moaning, spreading her legs as far as she can, begging under her breath for me to fuck her.

Anna’s easy to edge, so easy to rile up. She’s glaring at me, nails digging into my arm.

“That frustration you feel right now? That’s how I felt when I saw his hands on you.” I shake my head. “Because what the fuck was that? I can’t believe you let him touch you knowing I was watching. You did it on purpose, didn’t you?”

She pushes back up on her elbows until her face is close to mine and stares indifferently, but there’s mischief shining in her eyes. “What if I did?”

I breathe out harshly, aligning myself at her entrance and thrusting all the way inside her.

We gasp simultaneously and my eyes roll back. I’m throbbing and she’s squeezing the fuck out of my cock, and it feels like she’s pulling me, begging to be deeper.