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"You think you're different to me, don't you?" I tilt my head, staring at each other's lips.
Without breaking eye contact, he slowly stands, making him in control with the advantage in height. I'm the one looking up at him now.
"And you...
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Things started to get intense quickly. My hands roamed his hair, messing it up as he got as close to me as possible. I could tell he wanted to take the lead this time.
I wrapped my bare legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I bit onto his lower lip. I felt him flinch at the sudden pinch and kissed my lips before backing away.
"I like this color on you." He mentions, looking down at my body before taking me down from the counter.
"Bet you'd like it better on Kate." I said as I watched his moves through the mirror.
He towers over me, standing behind me his large hands wrap around my waist before he leans down and starts placing kisses along my neck. The thought of how he learned to do this made my blood boil.
"I don't want to talk about her now." He dismissed.
I watched everything happen in slow motion. He unbuckled his pants slowly with one hand while the other remained on my hip. His lips stopped right by my ear. I felt impatient at this pace, every time he touched me I wanted to pounce him right away. He didn't even know how alluring he looked right now. I really didn't want to share him.
I grabbed on to his wrist by my hips, stopping him from moving any further. He stops looking at me through the mirror as I speak. "Are you going to go back to hating me after this?"
Something tenses in his features but quietly he says "No."
He took off his boxers revealing his hard erection. I bit back a moan at the view. I tried grinding my ass against him to relieve some friction but he stopped me from doing so. I wanted to hold back, make him pay for being so rude and closed minded to me. But I became putty in his hands.
My grip on the sink got tighter as I felt him enter a single finger in me. "Fuck."
"That's right, get loud for me." He whispered into my ear as he increased his pace and added another finger.
"Fuck, Jude." I gripped onto his wrist and threw my head back.
I wondered how he got so good at this and I couldn't stop my mind from telling me the endless possibilities of who he did this with. But I didn't let that take away from the moment.
His free hand gripped into my jaw as he made me look at myself in the mirror. I let out a moan at the sight. He was fingering me good and I couldn't hold it anymore.
