JENNIE

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Lalisa stared down at me, and her grey-blue eyes darkened to the point a shiver went down my spine. It was almost as if the look in her eye were a warning; one that simultaneously scared and aroused me.

It didn't matter.

We'd already crossed the line. We'd gone beyond the point of no return in the kitchen, and if she was willing and able to scratch the itch that'd been nibbling away at me since yesterday, then I had no reason to reject it.

I had no reason to reject her.

More to the point, I didn't want to. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted to feel more of what I'd felt downstairs just now. I wanted to see how far she would take it.

"Make you beg, hm?" She lowered her face to mine and slipped her hand up, lacing our fingers together. "I'll give you five seconds to retract that before I make you regret it."

"Please do make me regret it."

"Fuck. You're sexy like this." She gripped my chin and kissed me, sweeping her tongue between my lips with a desperation that sent tingles ricocheting through my body.

I wrapped my legs around her waist. Her cock, long and hard, pressed against me, and I tightened my grip on her to draw her closer to me, tilting my hips to make more contact between us. She chuckled into my mouth and released her hold on my chin, only to brush her lips down my neck.

"I don't think it'll take much to make you beg, Jennie." The deep rumble of her voice vibrated across my skin, and she let go of my hand, reaching behind her. She unhooked my ankles as she stood and wrapped her fingers around them, bringing them up to her body.

She turned her face, kissing the inside of my leg. She kept her eyes on me, and my cheeks flushed at the heat in her gaze. I wasn't shy by any means, but nobody had ever looked at me the way she was right now.

If she was a tiger, then I was her prey—and there was no doubt about it.

She was going to devour me.

"Take it off." Lalisa ran her hands up my thighs, pushing my jumper dress up to my hips. "Let me see you."

I tucked my arms inside and hauled it up my body, arching my back then raising my head and shoulders to pull it off over my head. I tossed it to the side and looked back at her, but her gaze was solely focused on my body.

My bra cups were a wonky mess where she'd toyed with me downstairs, and I reached to right it, but she grabbed my wrist.

"I said take it off, Jennie."

Oh.

She meant all of it.

"Only if you take yours off," I shot back.

She smirked, then yanked her sports bra and t-shirt over her head. It dropped to the floor with a gentle thud, and I ran my gaze over her body, drinking in the sight of her leaning over me.

Once again, I arched my back, this time tilting to the side so I could unclip my bra at the back. I'd barely released the clasp when she took hold of the straps and yanked it down my arms.

"New house rule." She cupped one of my breasts with her hand, then dipped her head and flicked her tongue over my other nipple. "Bras are banned."

"You can't ban bras," I breathed, sinking my fingers into her hair. Pleasure danced across my skin as she closed her lips around my nipple, sucking and biting it teasingly. The heat from her mouth only added to the intense feeling that was sweeping through me.

"I just did." She moved to my other nipple, teasing it the same way with her tongue.

"Just because you walk around half-naked doesn't mean everyone else wants to." I tilted my head back as she bit the underside of my breast, quickly changing to a firm suck that I knew would leave a mark. "Ah!"

She sucked and bit at the same spot, then pulled back, licking a trail up to my nipple. "Walk around naked instead, then. I won't complain."

"Be serious!" I pushed at her shoulder.

"I am." Lalisa slid down my body, kissing a dangerously seductive path down the middle of my stomach. Her fingertips probed my skin as she parted my thighs, and she dropped back to her knees at the end of the bed. With her grip on me absolute, she yanked me across the bed until my arse was hovering on the edge of the bed.

She kissed the inside of my thigh. Her hot breath skittered across my skin, and the ache between my legs only intensified at her closeness. She teased me, kissing one thigh and then the other, bringing her mouth dangerously close to the most sensitive, needy part of me each time she switched sides.

This was torture.

And it was all my own fault.

This was what I got for telling her to make me beg.

I should have known she really would do just that.

"Lisa…"

"What do you want, Jennie? Tell me what you want me to do." She pulled back, taking my underwear with her. She slid my panties down my legs until I was completely naked and looked down.

Heat flooded my cheeks. "Stop staring."

"It should be illegal to hide a body this beautiful."

Screw my cheeks flushing—my entire body blushed.

She kissed her way from my ankle to my thigh. "Tell me what you want."

"Touch me. I want you to touch me."

"Hmm. How? Like this?" She slipped her fingers through my wetness, and my hips jerked when she brushed my clit. "Or do you want my tongue?" She bent right down and licked exactly where her fingers had just been.

Shit.

"Or do you want both?" She pushed two fingers inside me and flicked her tongue across my clit.

"Ah! No—" I stopped when she pulled back and stared up at me.

"Well?" Her lips pulled to one side. "What do you want?"

"Both," I mumbled, throwing my arm across my eyes. "Shit. I want both, Lisa. Give me both."

"Mm, I don't know." She licked my thigh. "You're not begging enough, baby."

"Please. Please. I want both."

"Good girl."

I barely had time to react to her words before she picked up where she left off a moment ago. Two of her long fingers moved inside me while her tongue explored my clit. The combination of the two was almost overwhelming, and hot pleasure danced through my body.

"Ah! Lisa, please." Goosebumps prickled up and down my arms, and I reached down, gripping her hair. "There."

She pulled back ever so slightly. "What? You want to come in my mouth, Jennie?"

"Yes. Please." I raised my hips, desperately needing more. "Please."

"Fuck." She closed her lips around my clit and sucked, using her tongue at the same time. The sensation was too much, and my body spasmed with pleasure as my orgasm took control of my body. She didn't move away until my legs relaxed, and I barely had the strength to peek out from under my arm to see what she was doing.

Condoms.

She had a box of condoms.

And she was already naked.

She was efficient, I'd give her that.

I stared at her. "Where did you get those?"

Lisa stilled with one half-ripped off the strip. "Not important."

"Actually, it's very important."

She finished tearing it off and grinned, then bit down on the corner of the foil packet to open it. "There's something far more important right now."

My gaze drifted downward as her hands did, and I ran my tongue over my lower lip as she rolled the condom over her erection.

She was right.

This was way more important than how, where, and when she'd obtained some condoms.

Lisa positioned herself between my legs again, parting my thighs with her firm grip. She stroked the head of her cock against my clit, and I jolted. I was so sensitive from her tyrannical regime of foreplay that I felt another orgasm would explode out of me if she touched it again.

She slowly pushed, and her cock eased inside me. I drew in a sharp breath at the sensation of her burying herself deep inside me.

It was official.

She had the Goldilocks of cocks.

Not too big, not too thick. It hit the good spots without any hint of pain or discomfort.

It was just right.

She spread her fingers on my thighs and looked down as she moved. Her thrusts were slow but deep, and there was something so ridiculously sexy about her watching as she slid in and out of me.

"Jennie." She released my legs and leant over me, planting her hands either side of my head. "You're so fucking sexy."

"Oomph!" was all I could reply when she kissed me. I wrapped my arms around her neck, holding her against me, and angled my hips to take her deeper.

Lisa groaned, pushing further into me. "You want more? You want it deeper?" She nipped my lower lip.

"Yeah," I moaned, digging my nails into her shoulder. "You'd said you'd die if you didn't fuck me, so fuck me properly, Lisa."

"Fuck. You're going to kill me either way."

"Make it worthwhile, then."

It was as if my words flipped a switch in her—like they gave her permission to let loose and do what she really wanted to. Her kisses became hungrier, and her thrusts were deeper and harder. She fucked me just the right side of rough with the perfect air of desperation, one that sang with need and desire.

And I was at her mercy.

Whatever tune she played, my body danced to it. I was nothing but a puppet whose strings she controlled with each stroke, each kiss, each gentle nibble.

Sweat slicked our bodies, and my muscles tensed and released over and over as she painstakingly dragged the deepest, purest kind of pleasure out of my body. It was as if my body was surrendering entirely to her to the point I didn't know where my euphoria ended and hers began.

It was romantic and rough at the same time.

Explosive.

Like this was something that'd been stewing between us much longer than a mere day. Like this had been simmering away under the surface, a quiet but consuming lust I hadn't realised existed until now.

And I knew, as she brought me to another orgasm and released her own, that I'd lost more than just my body to Lalisa Manoban tonight.

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