“Good girl,” he groans and sucks one pointed nipple into his mouth.
My back bows off the bed as he slaps my pussy one more time, sending every oversensitive nerve ending into a fucking frenzy. And before I get a chance to suck in another broken breath, he thrusts back in, and I come on the spot, screaming his name.
Jamie swallows my cries, slamming into me as he sets a beautifully punishing rhythm. One that makes me weep as pleasure and pain weave a beautiful web.
With every hard snap of his hips, his massive body dominates mine. Fucking into me harder and harder until my muscles ache and sing, and I’m keening and moaning andworshipping at the altar of Jameson fucking Murphy. Another orgasm already building. Fighting to follow the last.
One big hand slides under me, cupping my ass and changing our angle.
Driving me crazy as he pounds into me.
My ankles cross at his waist, taking it all.
All of him. All of us. Everything.
“So beautiful.” His gorgeous green eyes burn into my soul.
Powerful and devastating.
Making promises I’m not sure he can keep without destroying us both.
“So very mine,” he growls and takes my hands from the headboard, lacing our fingers together and pressing them into the mattress. “Tell me you’re mine, Ashton.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, pleading as I rock against him. “Only yours. Only ever yours, Jamie.”
The fire between us burns brighter... hotter... Threatening to burn out before it ever breathes.
None of it make sense. We don’t make sense. But yet, right now, I can’t bring myself to care.
“Ace...” Jamie whispers, his voice raw and powerful as I tremble and tighten around him. My nails dig into his skin as he slides his hands to my hips and thrusts up as he pulls me down, and I scream out his name.
“Fuck, Ashton...” Jamie’s mouth crashes over mine, swallowing my moan as my vision darkens and my orgasm explodes in a violent burst of color.
He shudders above me, inside me, a warm weight washing over me as my name falls almost silent like a benediction from his lips.
And then he’s gone, and my eyes fly open.
He fists his thick cock as he pulls out and paints my stomach and my pussy with long ropey strands of his cum. His eyesare wild and possessive and so fucking hot as he collapses beside me, gathering me in his arms. One hand sliding over my stomach. His fingers drag through the aftermath, and my breath catches in my lungs as he pushes it inside me. His mouth on mine. “Fucking. Mine.”
And for right now.
For this moment.
This day.
With this man . . .
I let myself believe it.
“Hey, you okay?” Jamie murmurs as he walks into the kitchen hours later, after we’ve been forced to surface and face the reality of a six-month-old baby. One who, thankfully, napped for a solid two hours this afternoon while I—Well...I made better use of those entire two hours.
I’m a dancer. We break our bodies in order to stretch ourselves beyond the point of pain. Flexibility isn’t just a requirement, it’s a way of life for me. And yet, muscles I somehow didn’t realize had never been used ache ,while I stand in front of the sink, washing Kyrie’s dirty dishes and remembering all the ways I used them, while she happily babbles at her reflection in the mirror attached to her exersaucer.
Jamie’s arms slide around my waist as his chest presses against my back, and his chin rests on the top of my head. “Earth to Ashton.”
“Sorry.” I add the bowl to the drying rack and turn in his arms to look at him, then laugh as he scoops me up and plants my ass on the counter next to the sink. “I guess I was daydreaming.”
The way this man rocks gray sweatpants is nearly pornographic, and I’m here for it.
