already told him it wouldn’t work for me, but apparently he doesn’t agree. “I’m not answering this.”
“Why not?” An idle question.
“A guy who can’t take no for an answer.”
Suddenly, I have Jonas’s full attention. “He bothering you?”
“Yes, but not like you mean.” The call goes to voicemail, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “We just went out a few times. It wasn’t there for me, but apparently he thinks he can argue his way into chemistry. We’ve had the same conversation three times and I’m over it.” In my hand, my phone starts going off again. I glare at it. “I’m going to block his number.”
“Or you could answer.” He rubs his face against my thigh. “And, just for a few minutes, you wouldn’t have to be quiet.”
Realization rolls through me. “You want to make me orgasm while he listens?”
“It’s one way to get the point across.”
I can’t stop from smiling a little. “That’s a very asshole thing to do.”
“So is calling a woman who’s not interested in you two times in a row at seven in the morning on a Saturday.”
I can’t exactly argue that. The call ends…and he immediately calls back. That decides me. I settle back on the bed. “Make me come, Daddy.” I hit the answer button and toss the phone a little to the side. I can hear the guy talking, but I don’t care because Jonas’s mouth is back on my pussy and, this time, he’s not fucking around.
14
Jonas shifts up to tongue my clit and pushes two fingers into me, unerringly finding my G-spot. Instantly, I’m melting even as pleasure surges higher. “Fuck, that feels good.” Too good. It’s coming on too fast, but I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop, I never want to stop. I orgasm hard enough to bow my back and cry out far too loud. If we weren’t alone in the house, we’d be caught for certain.
I’m not done, though.
I pull him up my body, and he doesn’t fight me as I push him onto his back and climb on top of him. I hear a tinny voice from my phone, but I don’t care about that anymore. I need Jonas inside me and I need it now. For his part, he’s meeting my frenzy and then some. His hands are everywhere, gripping my ass to pull me forward to line up with his cock, stroking up my sides, cupping my breasts so he can lean up and capture first one nipple and then the other in his mouth. The whole lower half of his face is wet from my orgasm, and I push him down and kiss him as I work myself onto his cock. The stretch feels particularly dirty—particularly good—and I don’t stop to give myself time. I simply take him all as I taste myself on his tongue.
“Fuck, baby girl, your pussy is so goddamn wet.”
“I know.” I kiss him again and then arch back so I can ride his cock. So he can watch me do it. “Wet for you.”
“That’s right. Just for me.”
I lean back and brace my hands on his muscular thighs as I fuck him. Jonas’s attention narrows on the spot where his cock disappears into my body. He gives a sound that’s almost like a growl and then he’s rolling us, pinning me to the mattress and driving deep. “You love that cock, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“Good, because you’re going to be riding it all fucking weekend. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes!” I dig my nails into his ass, and he responds my fucking me harder, deeper, driving us up the mattress until he has to slam his hand into the headboard to keep me from bashing into it.
“Can’t get deep enough,” he growls against my temple. “Need more.”
“You’re deeper than anyone else has ever been.” I don’t know what spurs me to say it. I’ve already said such unforgivable things, have already smudged the line between fantasy and reality. It doesn’t matter. The words pour forth, dousing us both in gasoline. “No one fucks me like you do.”
Jonas curses. “That’s right, baby girl. I’m the one who fucks you hard and dirty like you need. And I’m the one who makes you come so hard you scream.”
I turn my head and then I’m speaking in his ear, low and intense. “I love the way you treat me.”
He drives deep and grinds against me, giving my clit a delicious friction that nearly makes my eyes cross. “And how do I