It shamefully takes him no time at all to make me come again as he licks and fucks me with his tongue. The orgasms just compound on each other. All I want to do is grip his shaggy hair as he takes complete control of my body, but he has a proclivity for tying me up. Maybe one day, I’ll return the favor and take everything I can from him.
“Fuck, you undo me, woman,” he grits out as he stands up and snags the condom, ripping it open and rolling it down his impressively hard cock.
Leaning over me, he cups my jaw, kissing me hard and letting me taste myself. At the same time, he notches himself at my entrance and thrusts with no hesitation. I gasp into his mouth as he sets a punishing pace. Like a man possessed, he doesn’t stop until I’m right at the edge again.
One hand supports his body weight as the other moves to tweak my nipple. He starts off softly and then quickly pinches harder, causing my orgasm to come out of nowhere.
“God damn, you feel good coming around my cock,” he whispers against my neck before he gently bites it.
I don’t think I could talk even if I wanted to. Between the endless orgasms and the quietness of my mind, I’ve got nothing except for feeling right now.
James quickly pulls out of me, and I whimper at the loss, but then he flips my hips over quickly and yanks them up so my ass is in the air.
Shit, that was hot.
He slams back into me, and my back arches in pleasure.
“I can’t hang on much longer, Will. Fuuuccckkk,” he groans as his pace picks up.
I can tell he’s close because the grip on my hips is bound to bruise a little, and I fucking love it. I’ve never in my life been into rougher sex like this, but with James? It’s sexier than I could have ever imagined.
He reaches underneath me and circles my overstimulated clit, triggering another damn orgasm. I feel tears rush to the surface at the sheer relief of it all. He thrusts in hard and stays there, succumbing to his own orgasm, and I wish I could see the look on his face right now.
Before I even have time for my breathing to regulate, he pulls out and flips me back over. Reaching up, he starts to undo the knotted handcuffs, and within a couple of minutes my hands are free. He grabs them both, inspecting them and kissing any red spots.
“Was that okay?” he mumbles against my wrists.
“It was mind-blowing,” I pant out.
“Yeah?” The vulnerability in his voice makes me smile. He cares so much about me, and he doesn’t even attempt to hide it.
“Yeah, James.” I pull my wrists from his hold and circle his shoulders in a hug.
He shifts to the side so he doesn’t put all of his weight on me, but lets me continue to hug him.
My mind and body are blissfully content.
This moment with James is something I didn’t know could be a possibility, and I want nothing more than to keep it forever.
Chapter 22
Oakley
I love her.
That’s the thought that keeps circling in my head as her fingertips run along my chest and stomach. We’re lying in bed after I got us cleaned up, just soaking in the moment.
“I’ve never had something like this.” Her quiet words permeate the air.
“Something like what?” I ask, my voice gravelly from not being used.
“A partner, someone who actually puts in effort. It’s not like I’ve done a ton of dating, just a little in college, so I don’t have a lot of experience,” she rambles.
“I think the last woman I dated was at least a decade ago,” I tell her. “And it was maybe a couple of weeks, nothing more. My life has always been work-focused.”
“Why did you go into the Marshals?” she asks.
“It’s not a tragic story, like some. It’s actually a success story for the entire Fugitive Task Force. My parents and I were on vacation when I was eight, and there was a story on the news about the Marshals looking for a fugitive in the area we were in. Didn’t think much about it at the time, and we continued on our way, checking out the tourist attractions in thearea. What’s funny is I can’t even remember where we actually were, but we found the guy.”
