CHAPTER 5

JENNER

His thrusts falter—then suddenly, I’m the one gasping as he flips me over, dragging me on top of him. His cock never leaves me, still buried deep inside as I straddle his lap.

“Ride me,” he groans, eyes locked on mine, voice shredded with need. “Show me how bad you want it.”

My hands brace against his chest, and I can’t help but smirk, hips rolling slow at first. “Bossy tonight, aren’t we?”

“Less talking,” he rasps, dragging me down into a kiss. “More kissing.”

Our mouths crash together. The kiss is messy, wet, spit slicking both of us as I moan into him. He groans back,...