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Jameson let go of me and kissed me before he nudged me backward, and I sat down on the bed. The sheets were a deep blue and silk and soft under my naked ass.
Jameson stood in front of me, his cock reaching up, veined and bulbous, and the tip was slick with his lust. He stared down at me, sliding his hand onto my shoulder, into my hair. His fingers tangled in the red curls from the bun I’d worn while I’d been at my desk, and he pulled me toward him.
I knew what he wanted.
I leaned forward and sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.
Jameson bit out a groan when I did, and I sucked him in as far as I could. I couldn’t cover it all with my mouth—his size was incredible—so I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft to take care of the rest.
I swirled my tongue around the tip. He tasted salty, of lust and sex, and I whimpered, the need inside me increasing.
Slowly, I pushed him into my mouth as fast as I could take him and pulled back, swirling my tongue along the bottom of his shaft. I circled his head and pushed him further into my mouth again.
“Damn it, Oaklee,” Jameson cursed, and he tightened his grip on my hair. He encouraged me to take more of him into my mouth, to move more forcefully, and I complied. The feel of his thick cock stretching my lips and the smooth skin as he slid in and out of my mouth made me hotter and wetter—I loved sucking him off. Blowjobs were my thing. I was pretty good at them, too, if the ragged gasps and hoarse moans were anything to go by.
When I cupped Jameson’s balls, pushing my free hand into his pants, he cursed again, and I bobbed my head back and forth, giving it all I had.
Jameson pulled back with a sudden jerk, and his cock slipped out of my mouth.
He pulled me up and kissed me hard. He pushed me onto the bed and crawled over me, pinning me down.
I shivered, heat and excitement taking over when he took charge.
“You’re going to make me lose my shit before I fuck you, and that won’t do. I want to fuck you long and hard before any of this is over.”
His words tugged at my core, making me ache for him even more.
“What are you waiting for?” I breathed.
Jameson kissed me again, his lips mashing against mine.
“How badly do you want it?” I asked between kisses.
Jameson grunted in response.
“Tell me,” I said, and Jameson broke the kiss.
“I want you,” he growled. “I want you so fucking bad. I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you, and your little stunt up there didn’t help your cause.” He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine, his eyes dark and dangerous. A thrill of excitement was followed by a small rush of fear, and my stomach twisted.
“I want you, too,” I whispered. “I want you to fuck me so that I can’t walk straight. I want you to take what you want from me, again and again.”
I didn’t usually do this. I was never so out there, talking dirty, taking chances, but the exhibition out there had awoken something primal inside of me, and Jameson’s control was a rush. He wanted to control me, and right now, I wanted him to do exactly as he pleased. I wanted it all.
Jameson flipped me over so that I lay on my stomach, my ass pointed to him. He pulled up my hips, so I was on all fours. He wrapped his fingers around the band of my G-string, but instead of peeling it off, as I thought he would, he snapped it and pulled it off.
“We won’t need this anymore,” he said, tossing it over his shoulder. He grabbed my ass and gave it a good, firm slap before he kneaded and massaged it. “You’re built like a goddess.”
My breath caught in my throat. The sting of the slap had only made me wetter, and his large hands and gentle touch so soon after sent a rush of euphoria through my body. At this point, I was gushing.
Jameson moved away for a moment, and when I looked over my shoulder, he was taking off his clothes. He kicked off his shoes and jeans and shrugged out of his shirt I’d left open after unbuttoning it, and he was a sight to behold.
Holyshit. I’d seen naked guys in my life—shifters weren’t worried about nakedness, and since I’d started working here, I’d seen bare chests and hard cocks more than I could count, but Jameson… he looked like he’d escaped from the cover of a GQ magazine.
He crawled over me again, pinning me down. His hard cock, thick and hot, nestled between my ass cheeks, and he pressed his lips to my ear. His breath was hot, sending goosebumps over my shoulders, and my skin tingled where he lay on top of me, naked skin touching naked skin.
“You’remine, Oaklee,” Jameson growled in my ear. “I don’t like it when others look at you, see you getting off. I want that to be for my eyes only.”
I could do whatever I wanted, he didn’t have a say over me, but in this moment, I wanted to tell him that I was his, that he was the only one who would see me.
