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CHAPTER 20

E lora was barely in Jonah’s bedroom before he pulled her shirt over her head. She wore a bra beneath it, and he made a sound of disapproval as he spun her around and reached to unhook it.

“Why are you wearing this thing?”

She laughed. “I don’t normally go without one.”

“You should,” he said, unhooking her bra and tugging it off. He pulled her back against him, and ripples of awareness hummed through her when she felt his erection against her ass.

She ground against it, his low groan making anticipation slink down her spine. His strong hands cupped her breasts, and she arched into his touch, closing her eyes and losing herself to the sensation. He teased her nipples into an aching hardness, his thumbs flicking the tight buds repeatedly until she made a soft cry.

“Too much, baby?” he rasped.

“Yes, no… I don’t know,” she moaned. “It’s all… it’s so good.”

“I’ve wanted to touch you like this for so long,” he said before nipping at her earlobe. “Wanted to hear your soft cries when I made you come on my mouth, my fingers, my cock.”

“Jonah,” she moaned before twisting in his arms and yanking his head down to hers. She kissed him frantically as hard and desperate need coiled in her lower belly.

She craved the slow and succulent heat of his mouth and tongue, craved the roughness of his fingers against her smooth skin, and she rubbed against him in a shameless display of need and desire.

He lifted her and carried her to the bed, setting her on it with infinite gentleness before stripping off his shirt. She immediately sat up and ran her fingers over his flat abdomen, tracing his treasure trail.

He groaned and captured her hand, kissing her palm before pushing her onto her back again and reaching for her leggings. She lifted her hips as he dragged her leggings and panties down her legs, his hot gaze glued to her core.

She was already wet and swollen and slick for him, and she spread her legs wide, showing him how much she needed him.

He groaned again, his nostrils flaring as he stared at her center. “Baby, your pussy is so pretty.”

“Fuck me, Jonah,” she said.

“Not yet,” he said.

She pouted, and he grinned at her before settling on his stomach between her legs. His gaze was hot and hazy as it fell on her pussy, and she shrieked, her hips jolting upward when he licked a hot stripe up her slit.

“Delicious,” he murmured before diving in for more. His rough palms held her legs open as he nibbled on her pussy lips before cleaning away her cream. His tongue investigated her tight opening, and when its soft wetness invaded her body, she cried out again, her hands clutching frantically at the sheets.

His fingers replaced his tongue, sliding into her, and she tightened around him, aching for something thicker. She moaned when he licked his way to her clit and flicked it with the tip of his tongue.

“Jonah!” she snapped when he gave it another light flick before nibbling at her lips again.

“Yes, little witch?”

“Don’t tease!”

He chuckled, his breath warm against her throbbing core. “So demanding, baby.”

“I haven’t had an orgasm from anything other than my own hand in two years, Jonah. I think I can be a little demanding.”

His head popped up. “You masturbated when I was living with you as a crow?”

“Obviously. It’s not like I was getting laid.”

“I never saw you touch yourself,” he said.

She flushed. “Um, because I did it late at night when I was sure you were asleep, or the few times I actually showered alone. You can’t honestly expect that I would masturbate in front of you?”

“I sure wish you would have,” he said with a cheeky grin that made her laugh.

“Oh my God,” she said. “Why are we even talking about this right now?”

He winked at her, and heat swirled between her legs when he licked her clit. She cursed loudly, and he made another low chuckle before diving back into her wet pussy.

“Holy fuck!” Her voice echoed in his bedroom as her hips arched. Jonah’s tongue was hot, wet, and unbelievably talented at pussy eating. He sucked hungrily at her clit, and that was it for her. She shrieked his name as her ecstasy swept over her in hot and heavy waves.

Jonah lifted his head, his mouth covered in her cream, his fingers thrusting lightly in and out of her as she moaned and panted. “Your little pussy squeezed my fingers so hard when you came, baby.”

Her body shuddering, she stared up at him when he leaned over her and opened the nightstand drawer. He produced a condom and knelt between her thighs before rolling on the condom.

He paused, his warm hands stroking her thighs. “Do you still want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” she said.

His smile of relief was adorable, and she sat up, pressing a kiss against his chest. “Did you think I would say no?”

“I just want to be sure,” he said. “If you’ve changed your mind, you can say so. I won’t be upset.”

“I haven’t changed my mind. Why would I?” She ran her palm over his chest.

His breath hitched when her fingers grazed one flat nipple. “You know who I am and what I’ve done, and now that you’ve been… satisfied, I wouldn’t blame you if you’ve changed your mind about fucking me.”

She kissed his chest again, letting her tongue linger on his nipple until he moaned. “I won’t be satisfied until I have your cock in me, Jonah.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll blow my load all over your goddamn thigh.”

She laughed and nipped his collarbone. “We can’t have that, can we?”

He shook his head, his hand gripping the base of his cock and squeezing hard when she sucked experimentally on his nipple. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good. Lie back, I need to be in your pussy.”

She relaxed on her back, spreading her legs wide again as Jonah, his dark eyes staring intensely at her pussy, pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.

Elora gasped when he pierced her, his thick cock spearing its way into her willing body. Her inner muscles fluttered, and she worked hard to stretch around the unexpected invasion as Jonah gritted his teeth and stopped.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasped. She stared at their bodies. Only half of his thick cock was wedged inside of her, and she made a trembling sound that was half-laugh and half-groan. “I don’t know if I can take all of you.”

“You can,” he said, petting her hip soothingly. “Just relax for me.”

“Trying,” she said.

He leaned down and nuzzled the hollow of her throat before kissing his way to her right nipple. He licked and sucked at it, sending fresh heat and a new wave of wetness to her core to help smooth his path.

“Good,” he said before sucking hard on her nipple. “Give me what I want, little witch.”

He tugged on her leg, and she let them go limp, spreading them wide until she felt the burn in her thigh muscles.

“Good,” he repeated as he worked his cock in deeper. “You’re doing so well to take me, baby.”

He pulled back slightly and pushed in deeper until, with a final low moan from both of them, he buried himself to the base. He dragged himself out slowly and then pushed back in with another long, heavy drag that she felt to her toes.

“Oh God,” she gasped, clutching at his waist. “Oh, Jonah.”

“So tight,” he muttered as he moved in and out of her body.

She admired his control, the slow and steady pace he set as he fucked her. She met each of his thrusts, reminding herself not to touch his back as that bright pleasure grew in her pelvis.

“Do you need me to touch your clit to come?” he asked.

“Usually, but… no,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his hips. “No, this is good, honey. Harder, okay? Fuck me harder, and I’ll come.”

“Yes, little witch,” he said hoarsely.

He reared back, withdrawing and then returning home with thick and heavy strokes that ignited the spark in her pelvis into an out-of-control flame.

She cried his name, her hands clamping down on his hips as her second orgasm rolled through her body. Her pussy tightened around him, and he made a hoarse shout. His body stiffened above hers, and he drove hard into her before going still, his head falling back as his body shuddered wildly.

He collapsed on her, and she made a soft grunt of pain.

“Shit, sorry.” He rolled off of her and removed the condom, tying it off and dropping it into a small trash can beside the bed before lying on his back beside her.

She curled into him, and he put his arm around her, stroking her hair. “You okay?”

“Are you? How’s your back?” Elora asked.

“It’s fine.” He grinned at her. “I feel fucking fantastic, in fact.”

She laughed and rested her head on his chest. “Me too.”

“Good.” They lay silently for a while, his palm warm against her back as he smoothed it across her skin.

She was getting sleepy, and while she knew they needed to talk about what had happened, her eyelids kept slipping shut.

Jonah pulled the covers over them, and she said, “Jonah, we need to talk.”

“Later, Elora,” he said softly. “Get some sleep, baby.”