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I hadn’t known I was moving my hips before. Hadn’t known I was giving in to the burn of my thighs. Now I feel it. I feel it every time I stop myself from moving.
Jameson fucks me with two fingers, then three, at the same slow, infuriating pace, until my thighs shake. Pleasure concentrates under his thumb. It’s the longest build-up I’ve had to an orgasm since I got here, and it’s going to be huge. My muscles try to grip his fingers and keep them inside.
“Jameson.” It’s anyone’s guess what I’m asking. Or warning him about. “I’m—please, I’m—”
He takes his hand away.
“No, no, don’t do that, I was about to—”
“Lower yourself down on my cock.” Jameson’s other hand leaves my throat, and his grip is firm on my waist again. “Slowly.”
I’m going to cry from the loss of the orgasm and from the fact that my legs might not work and from how turned on I am. On the first attempt, my right leg almost gives out. I catch myself with a gasp.
“Help me. Please. Jameson, you have to help. I don’t want to hurt you.”
He curses under his breath, a tight, raw string of words, and then his hands take more of my weight. Jameson guides me down toward his cock, inch by inch, until his tip meets the soft, wet place he’s looking for.
“Fuck. You can do better than this. Tilt your hips.” His vivid green eyes are dark and hot and gorgeous, and he keeps looking me up and down, from my face to his hands. “Tilt your hips, angel. Figure out how to take my cock.”
I tilt my hips, arms shaking, thighs wrecked. He’ssohard. The head of him slides through my folds. Holycrap.My whole body vibrates with the contact. He’s touching me so few places, but all of them light me up.
Another tilt. Another slide. Jameson hisses. “Good girl. Don’t tease me anymore. I want to feel your tight cunt grip my cock.”
I lean into his hands, tilt my hips, and find the right angle.
There’s no fighting gravity. My burned-out legs can’t slow me down, and Jameson won’t. I sink down on him in one quick movement.
“Oh.” The moan that comes out of my mouth next is like no sound I would’ve made before, ever in my life, for anything. “You’re so big.”
Jameson makes my body stretch to fit him, and his hands rock my hips back and forth over his. “Do you like taking my cock, angel?”
“Yeah.”
“Show me how you get off on my cock. Make yourself come with your fingers.”
“No, I—I don’t want to do that. Not for you.”
“Yes, you do.” He runs his fingers through my hair, his other hand holding my hip firmly to his. “You want it so much. Do you know why?”
I shake my head. Jameson pulses inside me. I’m not the only one who’s turned on by this so much that I could explode.
“Because you don’t want me to punish you. That would hurt, wouldn’t it? If I put you over my lap and spanked you until you cried. You’ve always been good. I’m sure you’ve never been punished before.” His fingers move so slowly through my hair, so deliberately, gently working through any knots he finds. “You’d be so afraid. And your pussy would be soaked. You wouldn’t be able to hide it from me.”
“I don’t want it,” I try again, because I love the way his eyes get darker when I pretend. “You’ll have to make me.”
“You sound so sweet when you beg.” Jameson takes my hand and drags my fingers over my body, over each nipple, over my stomach and down until my fingertips are over my clit. He closes his eyes for a few seconds and pulses inside me again. “Work, angel.”
I get to work.
It’s so much better with him inside me. So much hotter with his hands on my hips. Pleasure comes faster and deeper. When I rock against him, Jameson doesn’t stop me. He sits up a little, sliding one hand up my back so he can twist his fingers into my hair.
Jameson adds pressure slowly, bit by bit until I have to tilt my chin up. “You like that,” he says. “You like when I pull your hair. What happens if I pinch your nipples?”
The first pinch steals a moan straight from my mouth. The second builds the moan into a cry. It feels like dancing at the clubandhearing the audience clapandhow getting behind the wheel of a car and driving away from my life and never coming back.
Jameson knocks my hand away from my clit. I’m halfway through a surprised sob when he curls his knuckle into the nerves. “Rock,” he says. “Fuck me. Push against my finger.”
A few days ago, I would’ve hesitated.
