the bench with an oomph.
Jaron pulled his cock out of his pants. He towered over me, fisting my hair and thrusting into me in a rough move.
I screamed, another release slamming into me at the unexpected invasion.
He grunted his approval, pounding into me with a fervor I would always crave from him. Lowering his mouth to my cheek, he licked the corner of my mouth.
Taking a deep breath, I could smell the scent of my desire on his lips.
My body clenched down and around him, taking him even deeper. “Jaron, please.”
“What do you want?” he murmured in my ear. “Want rougher, baby?”
I squeezed my eyes shut. I shouldn’t want it this way.
“No.” He grabbed hold of my braid, pulling me to all fours. “Look in the mirror, Piper.”
I did as I was told, glancing at our reflection in the mirror staring back at us. I had forgotten that Cyrus had put up the mirrored wall like a real gym.
“I like that you’re wearing my shirt.” Jaron ran his hand up my back, pushing the fabric to my shoulders. “I really fucking like it.”
Gripping the edges of the bench, I started moving back against him.
His eyes snapped to mine in the mirror. “Tell me what you want.”
“Fuck me,” I demanded. “Now.”
A wicked grin spread on his face. He gripped the cheeks of my ass, digging his fingers into the flesh and picking up speed with his hips. His pelvis slammed into the seat of my rear.
“Harder,” I heard myself say. “Jaron, please.”
“Fuck.” He reached up, grabbing my braid and pulling me back against him. “You want it? Fucking take it, Piper.”
With his one arm wrapped around my middle and his hand in my hair, I slammed my ass back against him and took it. I took it all.
***
With his cock deep inside me and his name on my lips, I gave him all of me. Jaron had moved us so I could straddle him. But what I wanted most was to kiss him. To take his very breath deep into my lungs until all either of us could focus on was just our lust for the other. He was the beginning to my end. Everywhere I turned, he was there. Maybe not physically but while he had been gone, I could sense him in everything I did. Everywhere I went. It was like he had eyes everywhere. Watching me. Keeping me safe. Maybe he did and I just didn’t know about it.
He had been the only one to ever know me. My desires. My fantasies. Everything that made up me. Us. I wanted to explore everything with him and make it ours.
Keeping his gaze on me, he reached between us and brushed the back of his knuckles up my inner thigh.
The higher he got, the harder my heart raced.
When his fingers reached my clit, a soft sigh escaped me.
His eyes twinkled but again, no words. I wondered why but enjoyed the silence just the same.
Keeping my arms around his shoulders, I held on, moving my hips back and forth against him and gave him all of me.
Jaron brushed his other hand down my back. When it reached the curve of my ass, it slid beneath the shirt and lifted the fabric up the length of my body and over my head.
“Say it,” he demanded, his voice rough.
I smiled softly. “Please.”
He smirked, gripped my hips, and started thrusting up and down in rough moves.
I had learned rather quickly that he loved when that word dripped off my tongue.
Jaron cupped my nape and pulled me against him, crushing his mouth to mine.
I sighed, taking his tongue deep between my lips.
Running my hands up his back, I dug my fingers into his hair and deepened he kiss, slamming my hips against him at the same time.
He growled, trying to gain control but both of us knew that neither of us had the control we liked to think we had. It just wasn’t possible.
“Fuck, baby.” He broke the kiss, sinking his teeth into my jaw. “You like my fat cock deep inside your sweet little cunt?”
My core clenched.
He chuckled. “I take that as a yes.”
I smiled, a hard moan leaving me. This was the Jaron I was used to. The one I wanted. The one I fell in love with. “Jaron,” I whined, my center throbbing.
“What?” He pulled me against him, kissing the side of my throat.
With the tight hold he currently had on me, I couldn’t move against him. The longer time went on,