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He was the only one who would have me.
Jameson’s growl turned primal, and he bit my shoulder. I squealed, but the bite came with a burst of pleasure.
Jameson moved fast, backing up, and his hand landed on my hip. I wore nothing but my black boots, lacing up to above my knees. The leather bit into my skin, but I didn’t feel it. My body felt numb, trembling with anticipation and need, and the mattress dipped as Jameson moved behind me. His hands found my entrance, and then his cock pushed against me, and I held my breath.
I closed my eyes, and when Jameson slid into me, I let out a moan. I’d never had someone inside of me, and despite having had sexual experiences, this was new.
“Jameson, go slow,” I breathed, the sharp sting was already subsiding into pleasure.
He slowed down, listening to me, even though he was in charge and could do what he wanted. His cock slid into me, my body stretching to accommodate him, and pure pleasure erupted at my core. He filled me up, and I shivered, my breathing coming in shallow gasps.
This was more intimate, more incredible, than anything I’d ever imagined. His cock inside me felt enormous, filling me to the brim, and I trembled around the size of him. I was on the verge of pain, but the pleasure that came with it overpowered the pain. I didn’t want to say anything.
I didn’t want him to stop if he learned I’d never had sex before.
When Jameson was buried inside me, he leaned forward and wrapped an arm around my body. He planted kisses all over my back—it was gentle and caring when everything else had been demanding and controlling.
“So fucking tight, Oaklee,” he rasped. “Tell me your pussy is mine.”
“I’m yours, Jameson,” I replied, barely able to get a word out. “My pussy is only for you.”
His fingers found my nipple, erect and aching for attention, and he tweaked it, tugging at it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger until I moaned with pleasure.
When I did, Jameson slid slowly out of me before he slammed into me again.
I whimpered as pleasure washed through me. It erased the pain as I grew accustomed to his size, my body adjusting the way it was meant to do. He did it again, pulling out slowly and slamming into me so that I cried out loudly.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” Jameson growled in my ear. “You have no idea how hard it’s been to control myself around you.” He pounded into me another time. With every stroke, I let out a whimper, and his words filled up the spaces where I caught my breath. “I’m going to fuck you hard until you don’t know where one orgasm ends and another one starts.”
Before I could respond, he did as he promised. He pulled back and plunged into me again, and this time, he didn’t pause, didn’t move slowly. He pounded into me, fucking me with more force.
I’d never had sex before, but this felt so incredibly right.
Jameson was like a power piston, pumping into me in a rhythm that took my breath away. My breasts jiggled, and I became lightheaded, my body tingling all over with the lack of oxygen and the overflow of pure, unadulterated pleasure.
Another orgasm built at my core as Jameson fucked me with increasing vigor. His fingers dug into my hips, and my arms turned to jelly. I collapsed my chest to the mattress as Jameson rocked my body back and forth.
I let out a deep breath as the friction against all my good spots created heat that grew and took shape, becoming a live beast of its own that wanted to be set free.
Power rose around us—Jameson’s power, but mine, too. It was hotter and thicker than usual, like we were in a pool, wading through hot water, and it poured over my skin.
It filled me up, more and more until I would eventually spill over.
Jameson didn’t let up, and a moment later, he pushed me over the edge, and spill over, I did.
I mewled as an orgasm rocked my body, more intense than anything I’d had before. The power that came with it dunked me under, and I felt like I was drowning. Drowning and breathing air that sustained me at the same time.
My body was on fire, a hot sex flush stretching over my skin.
Jameson slowed down to allow me to ride out the wave of pleasure, and it took my breath away, so I turned my face into the mattress and let out a sharp cry of pure ecstasy.
When the orgasm slowly faded, Jameson pulled out. I collapsed onto the bed, and he lay down next to me.
Jameson pulled me against him and kissed me. He tasted different, like the magic that poured out of him, and I drank it in. The room was filled with magic, more than I’d ever experienced before. Sex and magic really did go together.
While Jameson kissed me, he rolled onto me, his body heavy on mine as he pinned me down. He lifted himself enough that I could breathe, and his hand found my breast. He tweaked my nipple, tugging at it, and kneaded and massaged my breast. His eyes were locked on mine, and I trembled and mewled softly as the gentle attention to my breast was in stark contrast to the hard fucking he’d done to me a moment earlier.
He kissed me again before he moved his mouth to my breast, sucking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, and a sharp current of pleasure ran through me.
