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—f**k—" 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 and yank him deeper and he shouts my name as he breaks, his c**k pulsing hot and thick inside me, flooding me with his release.
I feel every twitch, every powerful spurt, the warmth spreading deep
