CHAPTER 4: FOUR ROUNDS BEFORE NOON

STELLA’S POV

"Stella—"

"I'm serious." I lock my ankles behind his back. "I want it. I want you to finish inside me. I want to feel you fill me up."

"You can't just—say things like that—"

"Why not?"

"Because I'm barely holding on and—fuck—" His hips stutter. "I'm going to come. I'm sorry, I can't—"

"Don't be sorry." I cup his face, make him look at me, watch his eyes glaze over with approaching orgasm. "Come inside me. Let me feel it. Please, Jonah, I need—"

He tries to pull back. Instinct, maybe, or politeness.

I don't let him.

I lock my legs tighter...