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“Baby,” he breathed between kisses. “Did you hear me?”
I laughed, the sound somewhere in the neighborhood of hysteria. “Yeah,Wolverine,” I teased, loving the way his smile cracked against my lips, fingers tightening where he held me. “I heard you.” The next kiss was more urgent as my hands dove beneath his shirt, pulling him into me. “I love you, too. And it fucking terrifies me because it’s too fast—”
“Sofast,” he agreed, chuckling darkly.
“—but I do.”
“I’m so fucking glad to hear you say that,” he admitted before claiming my lips again. One, two, three desperate kisses nearly bruised me. His shirt hit the floor, mine just behind it, and then our hands were working belts free like our lives depended on it, bodies bending in ridiculous floor-bound acrobatics to strip our jeans through breathless laughs of relief and ravenous touches. My bra hit the ground with comical desperation, and then he was laying me down across the carpet, both of us incapable of peeling apart long enough to exert the effort required to reach the bed.
“So fucking beautiful,” Jameson said on a guttural exhalation. He sucked a bare breast into his mouth right as my hand found the firm length of his shaft, thumb brushing over the bead of pre-cum on the swollen crown. I sighed as he circled my pebbled flesh with his tongue, pleasure and desire heating my center. As far as cocks go, Jameson’s was fucking spectacular. I needed it. Neededhim.
“I love you,” I repeated, smiling this time as I rolled my hand over the length of him.
Jameson groaned, the sound vibrating where his mouth was again covering my nipple. He gave me a hot, decadent suck as his hands wiggled my panties free, fingers immediately parting my lips and dragging my arousal over my clit.
“Always so soaked for me.” The words were practically purred as he started stimulating that sensitive bud of nerves. “Say it again,” he rasped before returning to lavish my jealous breast in equal strokes of hungry affection.
“I love you,” I gasped as his fingers found my center.
Smiling as he popped off my needy nipple, Jameson pressed kisses down the length of my chest and belly, working his way to my throbbing pussy, my head falling back as he reached his goal. Giving my clit a hard suck, he buried his face in my center, my hands frantically weaving in his hair like that might keep me anchored here.
“Mine,” he breathed before diving back in, licking from my entrance to my clitoris—his finger gently pumped, just enough tantalizing sensation to drive me crazy. “This pussy is mine. This body, this heart, this mind, is mine. Do you understand me, baby?”
“Yours,” I agreed breathlessly. His eyes darkened, satisfaction sparking in them as he returned to his work, adding a second thick finger, the delicious, aching stretch robbing my breath. I bucked against his face as his fingers curled, hitting that glorious, elusive spot. Good god, the man knew how to fuck—whether it was his fingers, tongue, or cock, he wielded them all with devastating accuracy. Pleasure built like a manic pressure as he worked. My arch against the floor was cut short by his free hand planting against my ribs like he’d pin me there until I had no choice but to come undone beneath him.
“I love you,” I gasped again, the words prompting him to suck my clit more fervently, fingers increasing their demand against my walls. My mind spun incessantly, pleasure gradually vibrating through my body until my walls clamped around his hand so violently I was surprised he could keep curling against them. Release tore free like a hurricane, wave after wave rolling through my body. Jameson didn’t stop, didn’t ease up, merely slowed his movements enough to draw the pleasure out in expert motions. I moaned his name, toes curling as my hands gripped his thick hair. When my orgasm finally ebbed away, pleasure tiptoeing toward too much sensation, legs shaking, he gently slipped free.
“Suck, baby,” he demanded, bringing his fingers to my lips. The heat of his words somehow penetrated the buzzing fog that had filled my mind. “I want you to taste how fucking perfect you are.”
His dirty words shot to my center, and I did as he asked, gently closing my lips around him and sucking hard, tasting the tang of my pleasure.
“That’s my good girl.” My thighs clenched around his hips, which earned a wry smile. “You like that,” he noted. I nodded, sucking hard as my lips popped off his fingers.
Snatching his wrist before he could retreat, I pressed soft kisses to each bruised knuckle, eyes locked on his as something in them deepened.
“Worth it,” he reassured softly.
“Thank you,” I breathed back. “For everything, Jameson. Now, come here,” I demanded breathlessly, finally releasing him, wrapping my hands around his biteable ass, tracing my fingers around the ridge of his hip until they could wrap around his hard cock. He smiled, that crooked one that made his dimples pop out. The real Jameson. The one reserved for me. “I need you,” I breathed as I eyed the length of him. He rocked forward until I could sit up and wrap my lips around his silky smooth dick.Fuck me, he was thick today.Thick and perfect.Eyes slipping shut, I traced the line of his slit, scooping up the salty bead of pre-cum and savoring the taste of him.
“Baby,” he groaned, bracing a hand on the floor above me, his head falling as he slowly thrust into my mouth. I moaned as he swelled against me. “You like my cock in your mouth?” I nodded as much as I could manage, jaw burning with the effort to take him deeper. “Fuck, baby, I could get used to this.”
Relaxing my throat, I sucked him in until I gagged as he hit the back. Tears stung my eyes as lust collided with my love for this man. Wrapping a hand around the base of his thick shaft, I brought the other to toy with his balls as he fucked my mouth.
“Fuuuck, Noel.” That. Right there. God, if I could just hear him say my name like that every single damn day, life would be well-lived. Pride lit my chest up like a damn jack-o'-lantern, and I pressed my tongue against the bottom of him as I tried to take every last inch. “Good girl,fuck, you’re such a good girl. Swallow me, baby.” When he rolled his hips forward, I gagged on his length again, but my hands flew up to grab his ass as he attempted to retreat. No. No way. I wanted every damn inch of him. “Noel,” he rasped. “Fuck, you suck my cock so well.” I nodded around him, as though the motion could show him how badly I wanted this. Wanted him. Wanted to claim him the way he claimed me. The added sensation seemed too much, his eyes slamming shut. “Youown me, Noel,” he said gruffly. Something white-hot and overwhelming hit my chest, having much less to do with the carnal inferno of hormones raging through me, and everything to do with the raw vulnerability in those gravelly words. It was only three hard pulls later that Jameson tore his decadent dick from me, hands cradling my face before scraping to my waist and flipping me over.
A gasp slipped through my lips as I landed on my stomach, his muscular arm hooking beneath my waist as I scrambled onto my hands. His hard, wet crown pressed against my entrance in the next heartbeat, sliding through my arousal to press against my clit, a moan pouring from me with each rotation. “I want you bare so badly, baby.”
Logically, I knew we should have this conversation when we were level-headed, when the heat of the moment and desperate declarations didn’t erase sense from the table. But I didn’t care.Couldn’tcare as everything in my body screamed to feel him, to let him fill me.
“I’m yours,” I breathed, arching against him as I turned over a shoulder. Eyes flaring, Jameson’s chest seemed to halt. He spit on his hand, working his length before gliding up my pussy.
Every ounce of sense left my body as he speared into me in one forceful thrust. Gasping, I arched against him and Jameson froze, letting my body catch up to the sudden intrusion, stretching around him as he slowly rocked his hips before increasing intensity. The bare connection was unspeakably satisfying, both of us pausing as the sensations overtook us.
“Ohfuck,” he breathed, arm tightening around my waist, rough fingers digging into my hip. “Fuck, baby, your cunt feels so fucking good. So. Damn. Tight.”
“You’re so thick,” I mewled, as his next thrust stole every ounce of oxygen, pleasure winding my center impossibly tauter. He was. He filled me to capacity and beyond, ecstasy blending with an immaculate ache as my limits fractured beneath his demanding pace. A broad, rough palm clapped against my ass a beat before scraping down the length of my spine and wrapping in my hair. He held steady before spearing through the loose tendrils until his hand slid down my nape, circling my throat. Jameson guided my face back, head turning, desperate for a peek at him as he decimated every nerve ending, every synapse in my mind in overdrive at the sensations he tore from my body. The world pre-Jameson ceased to exist, as though he erased it with each relentless thrust.
A groan rumbled in his chest, and I found those steel-blues over my shoulder as the arch in my spine gave him the angle he’d evidently sought. The intensity of his focus was enough to lure even the strongest-willed woman into submission, hunger, and desperate need permeating every rigid line of him. That’s all I had time to see, the new angle taking him impossibly deeper, the pleasure nearly buckling me entirely, grateful I could collapse against the floor so freely. Arms shaking, I bowed my head into my hands as his hips snapped forward in merciless thrusts again and again, hand trailing around until he could palm my breast, rolling the hard nipple between his fingers. My breasts ached, suddenly heavy with need.
