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I jerk my head back at the way he delivers the words in a deep husk.

“I wasn’t desperate,” I snap.

He spears me with two fingers, and I gasp.Greedy, traitorous body.

“No?”

“No.” I shake my head in defiance as he holds my eyes and crooks his fingers inside me, making me shudder.

“Okay.” He lifts his chin like he’s only agreeing to appease me. “So you weren’t desperate for this...” He pumps his fingers, and I fight not to give him any further reaction that would indicate how amazing it feels. “You’re a brat, Ava. You won’t convince me otherwise.”

I swallow a moan as my wetness coats his fingers. “You say that like you’re some sort of good boy who’s better than me.”

He curls his fingertips over my G-spot. His eyes are laser focused on mine as he finger-fucks me with precision. My hands tremble against his chest as my heart rate picks up.

“There’s nothing good about the things I’m thinking of doing to you.”

His thumb slides over my clit. A twitch of his lips is his only emotion as I whimper, on the verge of coming already.

“Do you know why I call you a brat, Ava?”

“Because you have unresolved Daddy issues?” I tease.

His pupils dilate, and he grasps my throat with his free hand, curling his fingers around my windpipe.

“Because you are one.”

Pump, pump.

“Because you like to push me.”

Pump, pump.

“Because you secretly want me to punish you and keep you in line.”

Swirl, pump.

“Fuck off,” I moan.

Grunting, he rubs his thumb over and over my clit, using my arousal to slide over it effortlessly.

“And because you secretly crave to see what it feels like to come on my cock so hard that you forget your own name… but scream out mine.”

“God!” I come hard without warning, clamping down on Jet’s fingers as stars burst behind my eyelids.My head falls against his chest, and I breathe in his aftershave that’s lingering on his torn shirt.

He slides his hand from my neck, cradling the back of my head as I shatter in his arms.

“Shh,” he coos. “That’s it. Let it go.”

“Fuck.” Another wave tears through me as he continues massaging my clit.

I cling onto him to keep myself standing as my orgasm ravages through me, making my breath stutter.

He keeps his pace going, until another orgasm is coaxed from me.

“Jet,” I whimper as I come again, melting into his arms.

“Good girl. Say my name.” His deep voice flows over me, warming my chest as he slows his pace, wringing out every last drop of pleasure from my body.

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