When he finally stops and rubs my blazing ass, I can barely catch my breath.
How can anything that hurts so much also make me so hot for him? I want him to bend me over the end of the bed and use me hard.
“Good girl,” he whispers. He repositions me, so I’m on my knees, my crying face in front of his groin. Leaning forward, his lips graze my scalp. “You’re all right.”
I look up through wet lashes as he unzips his expensive trousers. “I need you,” I whisper. Shaking as though I’m outside in the freezing cold, my teeth chatter. And yet, I’m not cold. In fact, my ass is scalding the heels of my feet.
Jamie’s cock springs free, and he grips it in his fist, pumping it several times.
I open my mouth. Instead of shoving his cock into it as I expect, he puts his fingers onto my tongue. I suck them, and the look of satisfaction on his face ignites a wave of pleasure inside me.
He pulls his fingers free of my mouth. “Stand up,” he orders, towering above me. His voice is pure dominance and masculine need. The part of me I’ve hidden for so long revels in it.
Rising, I lick my lips. His right hand grips my hair and tips my head back. When he kisses me, I cling to him.
“Lie on the bed and spread your legs.”
I crawl onto the mattress. When I lie back, the sheets are cool against my swollen ass.
When Jamie joins me, he pushes my knees apart and kneels between them.
Lowering his head, he tastes me, causing my body to vibrate with desperation. His tongue on my clit makes me writhe and moan. I lift my hips to press against him.
In the grips of some kind of primal need, I abandon my senses.
He sucks while penetrating me with his fingers. When the orgasm hits me, my pussy clenches over and over until my legs shake. The air in my lungs emerges as a long, slow shriek.
When my body goes limp, Jamie crawls up the bed and rolls me onto my side. Rubbing his cock against my lips is all the guidance I need. My lips part.
As he feeds me his cock, the smooth head passes my lips and glides over my tongue. Salty pearls of pre-cum trigger a need to eat him alive. Hollowing my cheeks, I suck on the length of him.
“Fuck,” he groans.
My fingers grab the back of his thigh in an attempt to pull him in even closer. Jamie thrusts, giving me what I want—more of him. His hand slides into my hair, tangling and twisting until my scalp stings from his grip.
“Christ that’s gorgeous.” He drags my head forward on his cock, so I’m taking him to the root.
My throat convulses, and my eyes water. Moaning, he eases his grip long enough for me to pull back enough to take a breath. Then he drags me forward again. I fall into the rhythm he sets.
It’s gritty and raw and out of control. The world blurs, until there’s nothing beyond the way we’re joined, the way I’m consuming him.
“Swallow it,” he orders in a harsh rasp. Thick strands of cum fill my mouth, and my throat spasms as I struggle to keep up.
My nails dig into his thigh.
By the time he releases my head, I’m dizzy. A little liquid has escaped the corner of my mouth. He catches it with his thumb and smears it on my lips. We lock eyes, and I suck the cum into my mouth.
The bed creaks as he lies down on his side and pulls me against him. Being skin to skin feels so right. Every time his chest expands, his muscles graze my soft flesh.
His panting breaths gradually slow. “Jayzus. Are you all right, C Sauce?”
Hugging him so tightly that I’m risking osmosis, I press a kiss into the hollow of his throat. Moving to the muscles under his jaw, I suck on his flesh. His fingers stroke the back of my neck soothingly.
Jamie cocks his head and pulls back from the vortex of my mouth. “Easy there, baby vampire. If my teammates spot your marks on me, I’ll never hear the end of it.”
“Not my problem.”
That tears a small chuckle from deep in his chest. He rubs my lower back and then rearranges me so I’m under the covers. After he strips out of his clothes, he climbs under the covers and lies on his side, so we’re facing each other. His left hand slides over my hip to fondle my still-warm ass.
