The smile he gives me next, a teasingly wicked smirk, has my pussy spasming, my orgasm already building from just that one look alone.
Jameson King is perfect. Gorgeous, ruggedly sexy and kind, even though he pretends he’s nothing more than a pretty face. If I'd known this side of him from the beginning, I’d have fallen in love instantly.
“I wanted to go slow, to be as gentle with you as possible, but not tonight, baby.” He leaves a trail of kisses up my leg, the scruff on his chin rubbing against my thigh, before he blows softly against my pussy. My legs are spread as wide as I can manage without cramping, and I’m completely bare to him, at his mercy. He licks a line through my lips, and I can practically hear how wet I am. “So fucking sweet,” he groans, licking and sucking as his tongue slides through me.
I moan, writhing beneath his touch, my fingers digging into the sheets as I push forward trying to feel him closer. “But tonight I need to fuck you like I’ve been dreaming about since the last time I was inside you. I need to feel you tighten around me, squeezing me like your life depends on it.”
I’m panting, my orgasm so close as every nerve in my body threatens to fire all at once. “Fuck me hard,” I moan breathlessly. My fingers thread through his hair and tug, pulling his attention forward, forcing him to meet my heated stare. “I want you to fuck me like you mean it, like you need me.”
His jaw tightens, eyes darkening to an onyx shade as he watches me. “There’s nothing I need more.”
There’s no more teasing. It’s unnecessary when I’ve been consistently wet for him for months. His mouth finds my breasts, tugging my nipple into his mouth as his hand kneadsand squeezes. “Fuck, these tits are perfect. I can’t wait to fuck them when they’re completely full and swollen.”
I simply nod, unable to speak any longer. I’m too wired, aching for him. It’s painful. He grips my hips, flipping us and lifting me so I’m straddling him.
“I’m going to need you to ride me, baby. I want to see your tits bounce, and feel your needy pussy wrap around me, strangling my cock and taking everything it craves.”
He lifts and angles me so that my center is aligned with his cock, and the scream I let out when I sink onto him is almost deafening. His forehead presses against mine, his hand cradling my face as he pumps his cock into me. We move together with a desperate urgency as I grip his thighs, lifting myself up only to fall back onto him, taking all of him at once. I feel a slight pressure, but it’s immediately replaced by eternal bliss, and my pleasure builds.
I swivel my hips in a circular motion as I ride him, leaning back to feel him hit the spot I need to feel.
He spits between us, using his fingers to spread it over my clit as he rubs, forcing me to the edge with his fingers and cock.
“Ahhh, Jase, I’m close, fuck. Don't stop, I'm gonna…” My words die on my lips as I cry out, my orgasm rippling through me.
“Fuck, Monroe,” he shouts between gritted teeth. He grabs my wrist, throws my arms over his neck, and his hands find my hips. My body’s spasming as he pumps into me seeking his own release. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”
There’s no more pretending. Our breaths turn ragged, the rush of heat, between us setting fire to our bodies as he comes right there with me, shooting his cum into me as his body convulses wrapped around mine.
A chorus of shaky moans slip from my throat as the world narrows to just Jase and the way his hands and voice whisper my name like a vow. A promise to be mine and only mine.
By the time our orgasms subside, I’m limp in his arms, not from exhaustion but from the realization that this thing between us is something I don’t want to live without.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Jase
The sun is barely up when I awaken, tangled in sheets that smell like her. Monroe’s head is tucked under my arm, her cheek resting against my chest as my arm hangs heavy across her waist. My hand is instinctively splayed protectively over the curve of her belly. For a moment, I don’t move, afraid to wake her and break whatever spell I’ve put her under that’s convinced her to be mine.
I just lie here and listen to her slow, steady breathing, and my cock is already responding to the way her naked body feels against mine. Fuck, I’m so gone for this woman I’d be mad if it didn't feel so right.
Last night was everything I had been waiting for. Months of pretending not to feel the intensity of the passion between us stripped away in one thoughtless rush of heat and wanting. We gave into our desires and she let the passion coursing through her veins to win against the doubt in her mind.
I lean forward, unable to stop myself, and brush my lips against her soft shoulder. “Morning,” I whisper against her, my voice still hoarse from sleep. I softly trace the markings on herskin, thin-line tattoos sporadically decorating her skin like the perfect addition to her.
It’s like she doodled all of her favorite things on her skin, with small, delicate tattoos.
“Morning,” she murmurs, her eyes slowly fluttering open. There’s no jumping away when she realizes where we are, no ounce of regret shown in the smile she wears when she sees me.
I shift so I can get a better look at her, her hair a mess, her blue eyes soft but so telling. “You’ve got that look,” I tell her, and her confusion is clear.
“What look?” she asks, her tone curious and playful. Fuck this morning after is going perfectly, better than I’d hoped it would. Definitely better than the last time.
“The one that says you’re ready for me to fuck you again.” I smirk and she laughs, a beautiful, angelic sound that makes my heart ache in a good way.
Though she surprises me when it's she who gets on her knees and straddles me, pulling the silk sheet off us and wrapping it around herself.
“Actually,” she says coyly, slowly moving her hips, her bare pussy rubbing on my already throbbing cock. “I was going to stay home and work on the nursery today. Maybe move some furniture around.” My eyes flick wide in protest, but roll back when she slides her wet lips over me. “Don’t worry, Raven was going to stop by and help, and Monty said he would too after he went to pick up some more material.”
