Page 79 of Jonas

I didn’t know if I should be offended he had the wherewithal to cogitate when I was out of my mind or happy he’d heeded my demand. I didn’t have time to contemplate, not when his big, thick dick was driving my climax back to the surface. Not when his hot, hungry eyes were boring into mine.

“Yeah, baby,” he grunted.

He hooked his hand around the back of my right leg and jacked my leg high. His next thrust was so deep I felt it in my womb.

I didn’t think it was the right time to tell him that sex had never felt this good. But, holy shit, sex had never, ever been this good.

Not ever.

I wasn’t sure which was better, the way he was staring at me and all that stare communicated, or the way his big body pinned me down as he fucked me, or the way his cock felt stretching me, or how much I loved the way our breaths sounded as they mingled together.

“Let go, Dee Dee,” Jonas whispered.

I shook my head, not wanting it to end.

Not any of it, but most especially the way he was looking at me.

He hooked my leg higher and slammed into me harder.

“Go, baby.”

With no other choice, I went flying over the edge into oblivion. Pain and pleasure mixed into a concoction of euphoria. Every part of me heated from the inside out as my orgasm ripped through me. Jonas angled his hips, hitting a new spot, slowed his thrust and rode me through either the longest orgasm known to man or back-to-back orgasms, even though the first one never left me.

“Christ,” he groaned.

I was still riding that high when he pulled out, went up on his knees, let go of my leg, and wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked.

“Ohmigod,” I whimpered. That was the hottest thing I’d ever witnessed. “Come for me, Jonas.”

“Open.”

I was too enthralled watching him jack off to move.

“Now, Derrika.”

He pitched forward, used his free hand to wrap the back of my neck, and lifted my head off the bed.

It was then I understood what he wanted.

I opened my mouth.

His strokes turned rough and his voice was full of gravel when he warned, “Now.”

I shivered.

The first jet of hot come hit my tongue and I decided I liked his orgasm better than mine and mine had been astounding. But his sounded and tasted so phenomenal, I felt my pussy clench.

His hand on the back of my neck loosened, my eyes tipped up, and oh yeah, my orgasms were amazing but the look of raw possession in Jonas’s features was out of this world.

My head had barely hit the mattress when his thumb traced my bottom lip.

“Missed some.”

My tongue snaked out and captured his thumb.

His eyes flashed and suddenly possession morphed into ownership.

I loved that look on Jonas. No, I adored it. I wanted to feel that look for eternity.