Chapter 1319
Chapter 1319:
His fingers moved lower, bold and precise, igniting fire wherever they grazed. He squeezed, pulling me closer, pressing me against his erection as his hand explored me with aching need.
Jett’s gaze locked onto mine, intense and searching. “Makenna, is this okay? I want you,” he growled, his voice thick with longing.
I lifted my eyes to his and saw only him—his need, his hope.
My pulse raced, and with a quiet nod, I gave my consent.
Joy lit Jett’s face, a spark of victory softening into tenderness. He swallowed hard, shedding his clothes in swift motions. In one smooth move, he lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist, and pressed himself against me, entering with a slow, deliberate thrust.
His tall frame enveloped me, his movements fierce yet controlled, each thrust pulling me deeper into a haze of sensation.
“Makenna, I miss you,” he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. His hand gripped my buttocks, fingers brushing my skin as he moved, relentless and sure. Heat flooded my cheeks, but control slipped from me.
Memories of Jett drifted through my mind like sand through my fingers, elusive and fleeting. To me, we had known each other only briefly, a mere whisper of time. Yet, as our bodies intertwined, a strange familiarity enveloped me, as if his touch unlocked something I had long forgotten.
The pleasure consumed me, a wave I could not resist.
“Jett, please… slow down,” I murmured, my voice a soft moan as my fingers dug into his arm, seeking anchor.
He gave no reply, only quickened his pace. Lifting both my legs, he held me effortlessly, his strength unwavering. His rhythm shifted—sometimes urgent, sometimes languid—each thrust stealing my breath. My body hummed, alive beneath every touch.
“It’s too deep,” I gasped, my voice trembling with the intensity.
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Jett’s hands tightened on my hips, grounding me even as he set me ablaze. “Makenna, relax. You are so tight,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear.
My face burned at his words, but the heat only deepened my surrender. Pleasure surged, cresting like a tide until I trembled, release tearing through me. Jett groaned, his control unraveling at the sound of my climax.
“It feels incredible,” he breathed, raw and unguarded.
My legs shook, but Jett’s arms steadied me.
He carried me to the bathroom, twisting the shower knob until warm water cascaded down. It poured mostly over his broad shoulders before trickling onto my skin. He pulled me close, shielding me from the spray.
“Again?” Jett’s lips brushed my ear, his tone teasing yet insistent. He didn’t wait for my answer—his hips were already moving, stirring me anew.
His fullness claimed me completely, each slow movement coaxing waves of pleasure. Exhaustion tugged at me, but I leaned back, yielding to him. My breasts swayed with each motion, catching his heated gaze.
He dipped his head, drawing one into his mouth, his tongue teasing my nipple until I gasped.
“Stop… do not bite…” I protested, half-laughing, half-shy, as he nipped gently.
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