“Jamie,” I whimpered over the sound of his strangled groan. I gasped as he stretched me. “Oh, my God.”

I felt a pressure moving with him inside me. It was pinpoint. I’d never felt anything like it.

He kept pushing in. Slowly …

Even though he shook and growled like he wanted to fuck, and even though I pulled, hands gripping his ass, Jamie took his time sinking deep.

He let me feel every inch. Every exquisite stress of his piercing. He didn’t rush it.

This, entering me, taking those first moments, this he savored.

But when he buried himself to the hilt, Jamie stopped being civilized.

He reared back and started thrusting, hard, cock slamming deep as his mouth pressed to my ear where he asked, “You feelin’ him now?” all smug and self-righteous.

God …

I bit my lip and moaned, feeling myself growing wetter and tighter around him. It turned me on, his arrogance. How good he knew he was at everything.

At this. Amazing. The best, maybe.

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Jamie leaned down and fucked me harder. He growled through a laugh, watching me writhe and beg beneath him. “You feelin’ him now?” he asked, smiling and snarling, looking both crazy and beautiful.

“God,” I moaned.

I couldn’t answer. That piercing. Holy … shit.

Pleasure wrapped about me and gripped on.

Jamie crawled closer as he continued to take me, pushing my thighs against my chest and turning savage.

I held on and took what he gave. I gave it back.

I bit his shoulder when he told me how tight I was. I dug my nails into his hips when he moaned and murmured fuck and Tori like this was killing him. I kissed him and I begged. I said I needed it.

It felt like I did.

“Want you feelin’ me,” Jamie panted, leaning back and pushing to his knees so he could fuck me and watch. “Nine fuckin’ months been waitin’. Wantin’ you.” He slammed in, pulled out, grabbed my shins, and held me open. He pumped his hips and stared where he entered me. “Motherfuckin’ good, baby. Fuck.”

“Jamie,” I whimpered. Legs shaking. Body locking up tight.

He was hitting that spot, again and again, building it in me fast. Fucking me harder.

“Oh, God, Jamie … fuck, I …”

Taking …

Taking …

He dropped down and took my mouth, asking, “Who you feelin’, baby?” all soft against my lips.

I gasped, closing my eyes and moaning, “You.”

He growled and powered back and forth. “Fuckin’ right me,” Jamie said through a smirk I could feel twisting across his lips. “Been dreamin’ about this sweet pussy. Now you’re givin’ it.” He groaned inside my mouth, slamming deep. Out, then back in. “You’re givin’ it,” he rasped. “Means it’s mine. Can’t take this back, Legs. You hear me?”

I heard him, I just couldn’t answer.

My limbs tightened around him and my pussy started clenching in pulses I felt all the way in my toes. That fire was spreading through me, and I wanted it.

I wanted to burn.

I’d come hard against Jamie’s mouth but this, what he was building, this was breathtaking.

Eyes still closed, I felt him lean away as I started coming. Slow, and then it took me. The flames spread. My body arched off the mattress. My nails cut into skin. I breathed fast and heavy, whispering yes and oh, God and oh, fuck, yes please.

“Fuck. Look at you,” Jamie panted from above me. He grasped at my breasts. He squeezed them roughly, fucking me through it, keeping it up long after the flames burned out.

“Tori,” Jamie groaned, seconds later, or minutes. I had no idea.

I was staring at Jamie’s chest and his unbelievably sexy collarbone I wanted to bite when I heard my name. My eyes came up and met his.

I saw his want. His need. Eyes wide and wild. He looked wrecked.

He was close.

“Can you …” I pressed my fingers into the indents of his stomach, watching him focus on my breasts as they bounced. “Can you come on me?” I asked softly.

His gaze lifted and met mine. He stopped thrusting.

I spoke fast, quickly explaining my request. “He did. Sometimes he would. And I just, I don’t want him here.”

His eyes flashed and heated like hellfire as he stared down at me. He looked murderous. “Where?” he growled.

I dropped my hand between us and showed him.

Jamie looked down, his nostrils flared, then he started powering into me again, back and forth, harder, faster, growling fuck fuck fuck. One last time he rammed deep, then he pulled out, tore the condom off, leaned over me, and shot his load onto my stomach as he stroked his cock.

I leaned up onto my elbows and watched, whimpering when he took his hand and rubbed himself into my skin, hip to hip and up to my breasts.

“Jamie.”

He leaned down, careful of what he just did, slid his other hand to my cheek, and kissed me hard and wet as he breathed heavy. Then he pushed back and stood from the bed, grabbing the condom off the floor. He disappeared down the hallway to discard it, and when he returned, he was holding a hand towel.

I lay still, watching as Jamie cleaned me off. When he was finished, he tossed the towel to join my other one on the floor.

“Get on your knees. We’re not done,” he said when he straightened and turned, hand moving over his cock and stroking as he stood beside the bed and stared at my body.

I blinked and bit my lip, staring back as everything, everything, below my waist clenched and warmed with desire.




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