I oblige, and see words etched onto its back.
“Queen of making shit too damn difficult.”
I hold back a laugh because I’m still mad at him.
“Thank you, Jameson,” I say. “This was a very thoughtful birthday gift.”
“I’m glad you like it…” He lifts the necklace from the box and then turns me toward my mirror. “Let me put it on you.”
I lift up my hair and watch him through the glass. The gem settles gently on my skin, and I press a finger against the chain.
“Now,” he says, pressing his mouth against the shell of my ear. “You’re going to take this T-shirt and whatever else you’re wearing underneath, and I’m going to fuck you in just your necklace.”
As if he can tell I was about to gasp, he gently bites my ear, whispering, “Take this shit off…”
I slide a hand between my legs and take off my panties first.
He slides his free hand under my shirt, unclasping my strapless bra and it falls to the floor.
“The T-shirt,” he demands, and I grab the hem and pull it over my head.
I’m stark naked in front of the mirror now, my body on full display for him. Keeping his eyes on mine through the glass, he takes off his blazer and tosses it to the floor.
The buttons come undone on his shirt within seconds, and he sets his wallet on the edge of my desk before stepping out of his pants.
“Is this what you want?” He pushes up against me, brushing his hardened cock against my back. “To be fucked for your first time?”
“Yes…” I nod.
He slaps my ass before spinning me around to face him.
“Get it then.” He glances at the condoms peeking out from his wallet, silently commanding me to take it out.
I grab one and tear it open, and he stares into my eyes as he rubs his cock up and down.
I blush at the sight of his length, and slowly place the condom over his top, sliding it inch by inch.
He suddenly pulls me against his chest, kissing me harder than ever, not giving me a chance to breathe.
“Are you sure, Scarlett?” He whispers harshly. “Because once I start fucking you, I will not stop.”
“Yes…”
“Good.” He spins me toward the mirror again and wedges a foot between my legs.
“Grab onto that chair and bend over for me…”
I do as he says, and he slowly slides into me, inch by thick inch.
“Ahhhh…” He kisses my shoulder with every move he makes, whispering, “you’re so fucking tight for me… Just for me…” against my skin.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror when he’s halfway buried deep—along with a faint hint of Jameson’s smile.
“Ahhhh.” I cry out when he’s completely inside me, when I feel so full and complete.
I lean back, attempting to adjust to his length, but he drags a hand up to my neck.
“Did I tell you to move?”
