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Kissing me so I can taste myself mixed with him. His huge arms are cradling me like a giant blanket, keeping everything good in, like the feel of him against me. His smell.
It’s only when I try to say something after he’s held me for a while, I realize I’ve been crying. Those emotions? Uhhh, I think I had a few sets of matching baggage there.
The “me” from yesterday would feel stupid, but the post-orgasmic me, courtesy of James here, is okay with it. Emotions and feelings, real ones… they’ve never been something I could show. I’ve never stayed anywhere long enough to get close to people, and the ones who did always ended up hurting me.
I don’t think James is different because he looks like a god and can make me come just by looking at me. I know he’s real because he senses how I feel, just seems to know what I need exactly when I need it, even if I’m not aware of it.
Like he does now.
Just holding me while he strokes my hair. He gives little approving sounds whenever I shift or let his hand move over me.
Suddenly, I realize he’s still fully clothed, and I’m in a pretzel shape with my pants down. I jump with a start.
“Jesus, look at me! James,” I gasp with an attack of shyness, but looking at him, looking over me, and judging by the thick line of his own arousal through his pants, I don’t think it’s bothering James too much.
“I am looking at you,” he reminds me, letting a hand slide right up between my legs.
My voice gets higher as I try to say something that turns into another moan.
“Get used to it, Jasmine,” he says matter-of-factly, with just a hint of smugness in his voice.
He has the confidence of a man who knows his instant power over me, but someone who’s also man enough to know how to wield it. Right now, he’s swinging it like a wrecking ball.
“I told you already. I want all of you, all the time,” he says in a softer tone.
His stiff digit is already circling my greedy sex again, changing my mind in a second about one orgasm for the day being enough.
Even if it was my first, I don’t think James is going to mind.
It isn’t long before we’re right back where we started. His fingers from one hand are holding my pussy wide open. His index finger traces a figure eight all the way around my trembling sex, pressing firmer on my time bomb clit with each pass.
Whatever spell he’s casting, it works. Coupled with that fire in his eyes, my hands begin clawing at his pants to release that hot, fat dick. I hear myself begging him to fuck me, pleading by the time I feel another quaking orgasm start to rise.
James’ growls and groans get deeper. His look and the tension in his body make him feel and look superhuman.
“I’m going to make you mine, Jasmine,” he rasps, only adding to my insane need for him to be inside me.
“But I need you to understand,” he explains calmly but firmly. “I’m going to put a baby in you. This is a forever deal. I only want it if you want it as much as I do.”
I’m past begging for it now with honey like that dripping from his mouth. This girl wants it, and she wants it now.
Call it whatever you want, hormones, or just plain common sense. When a man like James gives you the forever speech, even if it is your first time, you know you’re never going to get that offer again, and you say yes.
There’s no reason to say no. What man could even try to take his place?
I’ve never thought about kids, but a baby… with James?
“You better not be kidding me,” I tell him, surprising myself but making James grin ear to ear as he stands up, only so he can undress. He grins wider, watching me watch him for a change.
At first, he’s tearing at his suit, itching to get naked. Keeping the delicious tension of anticipation going, he urges me with his chin to do what he’s doing.
“Take off your top,” he murmurs, loosening his tie. Keeping my eyes on his, I have no problem lifting my top over my head and unhooking my bra. James’ hand goes straight to his zipper as he orders me to open my legs and commands me to play with my tits for him.
“Mmm,” he growls, stroking the swollen head of his cock through his pants, making me feel like going cross-eyed again already.
My teeth are etching a pair of valleys on my lower lip. My whimpering breath makes me feel like I could…
“Feel that little pussy of yours,” he coos.
