Chapter Fourteen Weston“Wes . . . more, oh God, Wes!” Jane pants, writhing beneath me.
I groan, my jaw clenched. I’m so close, and hearing her mewl my name doesn’t help. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, nipping and licking, resisting the urge to suck a mark of ownership into her soft skin.
“Oh, oh f**k, don’t stop, I’m . . .”
She gasps, and her eyes clench shut as she arches up, her hips straining to meet my thrusts and grind hard against me. All of her tightens—her hands on my shoulders, her thighs tense and her calves locked around my back, her p***y gripping my c**k in spasming waves.
Helpless, I crush our mouths together and tumble over the edge after her.
Even after the overwhelming pleasure finally ebbs away, we stay entwined, her legs resting against my sides, my arms b
