SERA
“Are you ready for round two?” he murmured.
Jared smirked with wicked intention, his palm skimming over the curve of my hip like he was already imagining what he was about to do to me again.
“She better be,” he said, voice low and rough. “I’m not done with her yet.”
Before I could even catch my breath, I was turned, flipped and lifted, hands planted on the mattress, knees digging into the sheets on all fours.
My body trembled, still oversensitized, but neither of them gave me a second to retreat into it.
Jared was behind me in an instant, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me back toward him. His chest was warm against my spine, his breath hot on my neck.
Fuck, I could feel the tip of his c**k against my entrance again.
He still felt hard, like he didn’t just c*m inside me
