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Holy shit. What is this freaking magic? I feel his dick everywhere inside me. I’m so tight around him, I feel him grinding on my g-spot.
“Reach up and play with your tits for me. I love watching them bounce, but right now, I want to see you pinch those pretty pink nipples until it hurts.”
Nodding, I do what he tells me because I know it’s going to hurt so damn good. I squeeze my nipples as hard as I can, and I’m coming in seconds. My pussy clenches down hard on his dick, surprising me. I didn’t think I could hold onto his dick any tighter. Jameson keeps hammering his dick into me as my body jerks and my pussy clamps down around him.
“Come for me, Jameson. Come inside me,” I whisper. I can barely talk—barely think—as the pleasure shoots through my body. The release. All the tension breaking inside of me and coursing through me, making me feel so damn good.
As soon as I say the words, he freezes mid-thrust. Then he jerks into me, and his fingers grab my leg so hard it’s going to leave bruises. His thumb presses into my clit, still grinding back and forth as our bodies shake together.
When he finally stops his jerky pumps into me, he falls on top of me, pressing all of his weight down onto me. His legs are on the floor, the rest of him is covering me from my pussy to the top of my head. My legs are dangling off the side of the bed, spread wide around him.
Jameson kisses my hair. “You fuck me so good, Lemon. You fuck me so perfect.”
“You’re not so bad yourself, kid.”
“I know. Fucking this dick feels better than fucking that little toy every night, doesn’t it?”
I bite his shoulder, smiling up at him. “I don’t know, that little toy gives me multiple orgasms…”
“Lemon, how many times do I have to tell you that I’m just getting started? I meant it when I said I’m going to be fucking you all night long. You tell me when your pussy gets too sore to keep going. Because that’s the only way this stops tonight.”
chapter twenty-two
lily
When my alarm goes off and wakes me up, my bedroom is full of morning sunlight. But even if it was still dark, I would know Jameson was gone already. Work on the Waters’ farm starts early, just after sunrise. But no matter what time it was, I’d know he was gone before my eyes even looked around. Because there’s no steady breathing next to me. There’s no big man taking up all the space in my buttery yellow cotton sheets. There’s no heat like a furnace warming me up.
Reaching over, I whack at my old school alarm clock. I don’t like using the alarm on my phone, so I use my grandma’s old alarm clock. It’s seriously old fashioned with an analog clock face with actual hands and brass bells on top.
I guess it’s time to start the day. In a world where I’m having sex with Jameson Waters, and sleeping with him wasn’t just some foolish one-night mistake. It’s probably still a mistake, but it’s past the point of being one-night.
I have so much to do today. Plant stuff. Shop stuff. House stuff. I may as well get started, since it’s going to be a long day.
Tossing off the flat sheet and the blue and yellow patchwork quilt my Grams made, I throw my legs over the edge of the bed.
“Fuckin’ eh! Ouch! Oh, my god! Oh, my god!” I freeze.
My back is spasming so hard I feel like I’m going to throw up.
Oh, my god. What is wrong with me? It feels like someone is stabbing me.
And then I remember last night. Jameson fucked me three times. And I wasn’t exactly being shy. I wanted to keep up with him. I wanted to show him a thing or two.
But he’s twenty-six. And I’m thirty-two.
Jameson got up to go do a full day of manual labor at the farm, and I can’t even get out of bed.
Oh, my god. He told me he was going to break my back.
And he did.
This is mortifying.
I have a sex injury from a twenty-six-year-old.
What the hell, Lily? I’m supposed to be the grown-up here.
Eventually, the spasm stops, and I lie back down on my bed, just trying to catch my breath. I need to pee, but it’s not happening anytime soon.
