Page 59 of Sexting His Son's Ex
She’s frantic, her gaze sliding from left to right to see if there’s a way out.
“Are—are—you going to—kill me?” She stumbles over her words, her pupils blown with either fear or lust.
“Kill you?” My hands wander to her hips, my fingers flexing into her curves. I palm her jaw, my thumb outlining those pouty pink lips that I can’t stop staring at.
Sliding my hand to the back of her neck to control her movements, I lean in more until my lips are a phantom over hers. “Oh, sweetness, the last thing I’d ever want to do is kill you. I want so much more when it comes to you. When it comes tothis.” I press my lips against hers, giving into the sin that is Jovie Morgan.
She gasps from the surprise, not expecting the kiss. I use the opportunity to dive my tongue between her lips, gliding it over her tongue.
Jovie moans, her arms wrapping around my neck. She pulls me against her, our lips gliding together like they were always meant to.
Grabbing her wrists, I pin them above her head, trapping her against the door, applying more pressure, adding more desperation into the kiss. I growl, aligning our bodies so she can feel every inch of me.
“Do you feel what you do to me?” I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Do you feel how much I ache for you?” I rock against her, needing Jovie to understand just how much I want her.
I release her wrists, needing to touch her. I become greedy, slipping my hands down her body, grabbing every part of her I can. Her heavy breasts spill out of my hands, so much to adorn in affection.
We’re gasping for air. Biting at each other’s lips. Groaning.
She rocks her hips against my erection, and I have to break our kiss to take a breath.
“Fuck.” I kiss her neck, sucking the creamy flesh until it’s red with my mark. “I want you.” I knead her breasts again, finding the beaded nipples hard under her shirt, and pluck. “I fucking need you.” I tug her shirt over her head, tossing it somewhere that better swallow it whole.
I never want her to be clothed again.
She needs to live in my bed. Naked.
Orgasms every morning, evening, and night.
Hand fed. Pampered. Doused in the rarest stones. Not diamonds. Diamonds aren’t rare enough for my Jovie. If I had it my way, she should never have to work for a damn thing for the rest of her life.
I unhook her bra, slip the straps down her arms, and step away, taking her bra with me.
She tries to cover herself and I stop her.
“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t you dare cover what I want to admire. Arms down.” I drop the bra onto the floor, waiting for her to comply. “Arms, Jovie.”
She gulps audibly, the flush on her cheeks spreading to her chest. Her arms fall to her sides, finally allowing me to see what seduced me in those videos.
She wasn’t shy then, was she?
I bite my bottom lips, gliding my attention up and down her beautiful body. I love her curves so fucking much. Her hips, wide and thick, perfect for me to hold onto and fuck into the mattress.
Palming my cock through my jeans, my breath catches from the simple touch. My gaze roams up her body again, memorizing every detail of her chest.
On the left breast, there’s a scattering of freckles reminding me of the sun. Her nipples are a light pink, hard and waiting, beckoning me to give them attention.
“Look at you,” I admire, never wanting to take my eyes off her. “You are fucking stunning, Jovie.”
She glances away, worry forming between her brows.
I step forward, my finger sliding under her chin, bringing her head up. She has no choice but to look at me.
“What is it?” I ask in a gentle tone.
Her lashes fan over her cheeks with every blink. Jovie wets her bottom lip with her tongue, and I’m mesmerized.
“Talk to me, baby. What is it? Do I make you nervous?” I drag my finger down her chest.
