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“Yes, Jace.” I’m dripping, moaning. “I’m your good girl.” My clit tingles. My thighs quiver. “I want to be a good little slut for you.”
“Oh fuck, yes, you do.” He fists my hair. “You’re so wet and horny for me, Viv, and we haven’t even started yet. Say you want to be bad for me too.”
“Yes, Jace.” I’m shaking. I’m watching what I’m proudly doing, smearing trails of my creamy lust over his shaft, riding my clit over his leaking tip. “I want to be so bad for you.”
“Oh, you will, baby.” His other hand guides my body, his thumb tickling the swell under my breast. “You’re gonna be such a good girl for me, letting me corrupt your body with everything you want, won’t you, Vivian?”
God, his huge dick feels so good, while his words are so filthy. He’s taking me so fast. “Yes, Jace. Please. Suck my nipples. Make me come for you.”
He fists my hair harder. “Baby, I’ve been so obsessed with your hard little nipples, when I finally get to suck them, I’m gonna fuck the ever-living hell out of you, and we’re not there yet. Just keep using my dick like a good girl.”
Gently, he pinches one of my aching nipples, and I cry out. “That’s it,” he coaxes. “Give me this pussy, Vivian. Look at me.”
With hooded eyelids, I meet his burning gaze. Every emotion we’ve been holding back is right here, cresting inside me as I lock my eyes on his.
So fucking blue.
So fucking beautiful.
Jace is so big and hard for me.
Oh god, my clit is electric.
“Jace. I need to come for you.”
I rub harder, faster, chasing this feeling with him. The one in my clit. The one in my clenching cunt. The one in my sensitive nipple; he’s pinching to the point of ecstasy. I moan. It’s right here: my edge.
“Fuck, Viv.” His lips shake. “Can I tell you howgoodbeing bad with me will be?”
I’m panting, edging, staring into Jace’s beautiful eyes, lured by whatever filthy things he wants to do with me. “Please, Jace. Make me bad for you.”
My thighs shake uncontrollably, making his husky voice a growl. “Then let your pussy come, knowing I’ll give youeverything. Just us alone. Us with others. You want that, don’t you, Vivian? You’re just like me.”
“Yes, yes.” This feeling is euphoria. This freedom is explosive.
He seeks my lips, panting over them. “Goddamn, Vivian, I swear I’m gonna show you off while I fuck you so hard. Your mouth. Your pussy. Your ass. You’ll let me show them how you’re allmine, won’t you?”
“Yes, Jace. Please.” He’s my peak. My breath. My soulmate with no shame as I shatter into a million pieces with him. Shaking. Coming. Crying against his grunting mouth. “Viv.”
I can feel his dick pulsing between my pussy lips, his hot cum flooding my palm, spurting over his body.So much cum. So much need.Mine and his.
With huffing breaths and foreheads nuzzled, we gaze down at where we’ve finally arrived.
Tears in our eyes.
Together.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
JACE
I knowwhy photography was invented. It was to capture moments like this…
Fearing your heart would remember the emotion, but your mind may forget the image. “You’re determined to fucking kill me, aren’t you?”
Vivian lowers her camera. “What?”
I lie back, resting in heaven. “Smokeshow, you’re too damn beautiful, straddling me in nothing but your wet white cotton panties.”
