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Helping her swollen, stiff bud with one finger, I bury myself in her flower, tasting her for the first time. The hum of my groans buzzes through her whole body under me, a live current from a circuit that’s about to be complete.
If I’m honest, though, I’ve never liked my name much.
James.
Until I hear it from her lips.
Slow at first, but as I explore her more with my mouth, it’s like a beacon, letting me map her pleasure centers one by one.
I feel warm inside, the cobwebs blowing off my heart. It makes today and Jasmine even more special because I know it’s real. She’s real, and this magic between us is real. Everything else I’ve been doing has just been killing time, waiting for her.
Waiting for this moment.
And “James” has never sounded so fucking hot, either.
CHAPTERTHIRTEEN
Jasmine
“Oooohhh, James, I…!”
Oops. Too late.
I thought it was maybe just a guy thing. The whole finishing early bit?
Every second of the car ride. Every fraction of a second in the elevator on the way up. Every millisecond of his fingers, hands, and tongue on me could only end one way.
That face. That sweet, handsome face buried tonsils-deep between my legs.
His thick fingers are like damned cocks themselves, double-jointed, stiff dicks probing me and stroking me, touching me just right and in places I never even knew could feel so good.
I still have no real idea what the man does all day, but seriously?
Who cares?
If James Jones only didthis. If he only had his face and mouth right where I need ’em most, I couldn’t care less if he was the Boston Strangler.
His deep, guttural grunts and groans make him a two-hundred-twenty-pound vibrator, and something tells me he’s only running at low speed right now. Not that I’d know anything about vibrators. Just things a girl reads about from time to time…
But damn. His mouth and I’m sure a little nibble from his perfect teeth on my aching clit is like pulling the pin on a grenade. I try to warn him, but he’s only lapping harder, slurping louder. His fingers knead my entire pussy just right as his lips dial “O” on my swollen nub.
It feels so hard it might break, but then my first climax with James just… comes.
No other way to put it.
I don’t know what it’s really supposed to feel like, but the sound of someone screaming James’s name doesn’t even stop me from enjoying the ride of my life. His huge hands grip me harder. Squeezing me and pushing his face into me further, making everything spin.
His groans assure me he’s enjoying himself, too, but I’m guessing not quite as much as I am.
I have more of the same when it feels like it couldn’t get any more intense. Then a sudden release.
I feel something inside me literally disappear. The deep sounds of James and the room coming back into focus make me feel all those emotions come flooding out. I need to come back to reality.
It isn’t long before I yank James’ face up to mine.
I need him down there, sure, but right this second, I just need him to hold me. Hug me and kiss me.
Without even needing to say a word, that’s exactly what he does.
