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Falling back against the door as Jameson plays with my breasts, I clench my thighs and let out a needy moan.
Jameson laughs. The jerk actually laughs. Then he drags his thumb roughly over my nipple and bends down and takes it in his mouth.
Oh, my god. Oh, my god.
He’s fantastic at this. Jameson nips and sucks at my nipple, dragging his teeth over it before biting it and sucking again. One of his hands is working the breast he’s sucking on, massaging and squeezing the weight of it as he holds it up to his mouth. His other hand slides up to hold my throat. He’s not pressing hard or anything. Just firm, holding me in place, his fingers against my pulse. I’ve had my nipples sucked before. I didn’t think there was anything special about it. It feels good, but kind of always the same? That was until Jameson had my nipple in his mouth.
I think I could come with just your mouth on my nipple.
“Good to know, Lemon. Good to know,” Jameson whispers against my breast. “We’ll have to try that sometime.”
He gives my nipple one last long, hard suck before switching to the other one and waging a battle that I am definitely winning.
Picking up the hand on my throat, I mesh my fingers with his, and I drag them down, over my breast, and down, down to my pussy.
Jameson laughs against my nipple and then bites it hard. “Greedy.”
He takes the hint that my pussy needs some attention, though. Instead of pushing my panties to the side and sliding his fingers inside me, he grabs the mound between my legs over my underwear and squeezes it. The palm of his hand gives me that sweet friction I need so badly, and my hips rock against it. Someone lets out a low, guttural moan. And I’m pretty sure it’s me.
Jameson sucks hard on my nipple, and then bites it before releasing it, making me feel the sting of his mouth long after it’s gone.
“I’m getting that you want to ride this hand, Lemon. But I have a better idea.”
“A better idea?”
“I’m going to lick your pussy until you cream in my mouth and scream my fucking name. Turn around, babe.”
“Turn around?”
Jameson nearly growls. “Press those big tits against the door, spread your legs, and hike that ass up high enough for me to bite it.”
“Bite it?” I whisper, breathless and needy.
“Just do it, Lemon.”
I guess Jameson’s in charge tonight. It’s his world, and I’m just living in it. What the hell is happening in my life?
Slowly, I drag my hands up over the curve of my stomach, to my heavy breasts. I play with them for a minute while he watches me. Then I slowly turn around, pressing them hard into the door. When I step back, I shimmy my ass up as high as I can get it. But I’m five-foot-five, so my legs are only so long.
I hear scuffing sounds as he kneels behind me. When I feel warm breath through the lace back of my high-waisted brief panties, I shiver against the door. The front side of my panties is satin, but the back is black lace. Jameson takes a bite of my ass cheek, right through the lace.
Then his hands are on my hips, dragging my panties down, down, down. He kisses the back of my knees this time, as he lifts my legs and pulls my underwear off.
“You’re keeping the boots on, Lemon.”
“Less talking. More licking, kid.”
The kid comment earns me another bite on the ass. This one hard enough to leave a mark. My pussy is throbbing and desperate. Jameson presses his hands against my inner thighs. He slides them over my slick skin.
“You’re already so fucking wet for me, aren’t you? I haven’t even touched your pussy yet, and you’re dripping wet for me.”
He jerks my hips back towards him, tilting my ass up even more. I’m definitely getting a good stretch in tonight.
When he presses his face between my legs, he inhales deeply. “You smell good enough to eat, babe. I’m about to feast like a fucking king tonight.”
Then he presses his face against me. I feel the hard line of his jaw, the scruff of stubble on his cheeks, the firm line of his nose. He slides his tongue inside me. At first, he’s moving in broad strokes, mapping out the curves of my pussy lips and inside me. I feel his tongue find my entrance and press inside me a few times, like I hope he’s going to do later with his dick. Then he explores the tight muscles around my entrance, pressing and swiping with the tip of his tongue. His arms wrap around my thighs, holding me exactly where he wants me.
“Shit, you taste like brown sugar. No, apple pie. You taste like the best fucking apple pie I’ve ever had in my life.”
