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“Oh yeah?” she asked in a mocking tone.
“Yeah.” He tossed her on the bed, grinning at her squeak of surprise.
Morgan glared up at him, needing to toss her hair back because it blocked her view, and kicked out at him.Jameson easily caught her leg and flipped her over onto her stomach, then dragged her back to the foot of the bed so her feet touched the floor and thrust her hips up.
Morgan tried to stand up, but Jameson braced a hand on her lower back, keeping her in place.Jameson pulled her shorts down to her ankles before kicking them away.He used his foot to slide out her ankles and spread her legs wide.
“Jameson,” Morgan murmured his name, her hips swaying back and forth, teasing him.
“Tarzan,” he corrected.“And Tarzan hungry.Jane feed.”
“Kitchen is that way.” She tilted her chin back toward the front of her apartment.
Jameson swatted her on the ass, watching her cheek turning a lovely shade of pink.It wasn’t a hard slap, but enough to get her attention.Morgan groaned her approval.He did it again to the opposite cheek.“Impertinent.” He did it several more times, alternating where his blows landed.Morgan squirmed under him, trying to escape and get closer.“Hold still,” he commanded before squatting down so his face was level with her pink nether lips coated in liquid.
His woman did love a little spice in the bedroom.He knew he could take her in one thrust right now if he wanted to, but he wasn’t in a rush.They had gotten the fever out of their system last night.Now he could focus more on her pleasure.
Using his thumbs, Jameson spread her lips open to reveal her beautiful, dripping pussy.He inhaled her musky flavor before stroking his tongue over it and getting her taste on his tongue.
Morgan groaned and started to sit up.Jameson swatted her on her right cheek.“I said, hold still.”
“And if I don’t?” she challenged him, tossing her hair back and glaring at him over her shoulder.
“I’ll deny you your orgasm.”
It was a threat he could hold up to.Morgan knew that too.She mumbled something under her breath that sounded like ‘ass’ but turned back to face away from him and held herself perfectly still.
Jameson grinned.She wouldn’t be able to hold still for long, but it was fun making her try.He knew he could tie her down, but bondage wasn’t his thing.He wanted a woman willing to hold still and let him pleasure her, not because he had hog-tied her into it.
Jameson speared his tongue between her folds and lapped up her nectar.His chin and mouth were coated from just a swipe.He’d be drenched by the time he got her off.
He could feel how much Morgan wanted to move with every flick of his tongue.Her legs shook, and her hips swayed, but other than that she held still.
He continued his assault.His tongue thrusting in and out of her canal, mimicking what his cock would be doing soon.Jameson pulled her lips back and spread her legs further apart to expose her little nub, which was hard and eager for him.
Jameson’s thumb caressed her clit lightly, with a whisper of touch.Morgan’s hitch of breath told him that she felt it just the same.He grazed it again as he went to work on her sex, thrusting in and out.Morgan thrust her hips back, trying to drive him further inside of her.
Jameson swatted her cheek again.More juices flowed down his throat.She liked the little bit of pain with sex.He did it again.Lapping up all of her fluids like a starved man.
He assaulted her senses.Simultaneously flicking her clit as he laved her with his tongue.Morgan’s moans filled the room.Her legs became more restless.She tried closing her thighs, but his face prevented them from closing completely.
Jameson kept a firm grip on her thigh so she couldn’t fully squeeze his head.He picked up his pace, wanting to feel her flex under his tongue.To taste that fresh orgasm coat his throat.
He used his finger and thumb to pinch and pull on her clit as he impaled his tongue inside.Morgan groaned as her body trembled with tremors.He felt her quake on his tongue just before a hot gush of liquid poured into his mouth.He lapped up every last drop.
Only when the last tremors faded did Jameson stand up.Morgan was draped over the bed, looking like a wet rag.He wasn’t concerned.She had more in her, and he was far from done with her.
Chapter 19
Morgan hung over the edge of the bed trying to catch her breath.It hadn’t been a powerful orgasm, but it had been a year since she’d had a man-made orgasm, and she’d had multiple in the past twenty-four hours.Jameson knew how to wring every ounce of pleasure from her body.
He knew her body better than she did.He knew her limits, how far to push her body for just enough.Sex before Jameson had been mediocre at best.Only he had known what she had been missing: a dominant man who took control of her body.
Morgan had read BDSM books and didn’t care much for them.She thought those women were crazy to give that kind of control of their bodies to their partner.With Jameson though, she had learned it wasn’t about control so much as about trust.She trusted him with her body to give them both ultimate pleasure.
Neither were into restraints other than Jameson’s hands.Morgan liked to toe his rules by holding still, earning a light spanking that would send electric heat straight to her core, but when he threatened to withhold orgasms from her, she learned to obey.
Morgan had tested that line once, and she’d vowed to never test it again.The man had withheld her orgasm for what felt like hours.Always keeping her just on the edge but never letting her go over.It had been torture and not the good kind.It had been painful.
