Page 35 of Jameson’s Salvation

“Oh, god, yes.”

“Keep your legs wide for me.”

Jameson adjusted himself on the small couch. Coming up on a knee with both of his hands balancing on the armrest, he gave her more. He took great pains to keep his thrust slow and steady, giving her time to accommodate his size.

He waited until she was lifting her hips, meeting him stroke for stroke with her back arching, before he asked her again.

“You ready for more?”

“More?” The sound of wonder was hard to miss but so was the desperation.

He lowered himself to his elbow and used one hand to lift her ass higher, the angle allowing him to go deeper, and his head swam with overwhelming lust. His balls started to tingle and his cock swelled. He used every ounce of willpower he had to tamp down the urge to come.

With his mouth close to her ear he whispered, “Yeah, more, baby. I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars and scream my name.”

“Thought that’s what you were doing.”

Jameson gave her a hard thrust and he felt the puff of her exhale on his neck.

“Not even close.”

“Oh, God.”

“You think you can take it? I can get us there just like this if you can’t.”

He’d been holding himself back and would continue to if Kennedy wasn’t ready, but damn if he didn’t want to see her lose her control. She was giving as good as she was getting and it was hot as sin. She was so goddamn hot between the sexy sounds she made, the way she moved with him, her tight, wet pussy that had threatened to unman him before more than two inches of his dick was inside of her. But he knew she had more to give, he just had to get her there.

“I can take it.”

He grabbed the leg that was draped over the couch and bent it toward her body, resting the back of her thigh against his bicep, hitched her ass up higher, and used the hand near her head to hold on to the armrest for leverage and pounded in.

It took less time than he’d expected for both of her hands to go to his back and her nails to dig in.

“Jameson,” she panted.

His mouth slammed down on hers and in a dual assault, he drove his cock deeper and stoked the already out-of-control blaze higher.

He knew it was going to burn. He knew he’d never recover. He knew that there would be no floating back down to earth. When Kennedy figured out he was no good for her he was going to plummet down thirty-thousand feet and it would end him.

But he didn’t care. He was too lost in the feel of her. Lost in her goodness and light and he’d chase that feeling until she refused to allow him to take anymore.

Kennedy wrenched her mouth free and sucked in much-needed air before she wheezed out his name.

Not good enough.

“You seeing stars yet, baby?”

“Jam-e-son,” she stuttered. “Oh, God.”

“Not good enough, Kennedy. I want you screamin’.”

He pumped harder, and her nails clawed at his back, the bite of pain brought him closer and he prayed he could keep up his pace. He was dangling over the edge and ready to tip over.

“Holy shit!” she shouted and her pussy convulsed.

He adjusted his angle again and slammed into her harder. “My name, Kennedy.”

Her eyes closed, her head thrashed, her mouth opened in a silent scream and finally she shouted his name as her orgasm hit. The force of it made Jameson explode.