Page 330 of A Vicious Love

“Yes, you are.” I slid one hand down her thigh and opened her hips wider, carefully, giving her body more room around mine. Her breath broke against my skin as I pulled back by degrees, slow enough that she felt every inch of me leaving, then stopped before she lost too much.

Her fingers curled in my hair.

She lifted her face from my neck. Sweet baby in my bed. Torn open by trust and trying so hard to be brave. I brushed the hair back from her face and kept my hips still, even with her body pulsing around me in little warning waves. “You’re about to make a mess all over my dick. I can feel it.”

Her eyes widened.

The blush that followed was violent.

“Jamison,” she breathed, scandalized and needy at once.

“Yes, baby. That’s what’s happening.” I gave her a tiny thrust, barely more than a roll of my hips, and watched her eyes lose focus. “Your body knows. You’re squeezing me too hard to pretend otherwise.”

“I can’t⁠—”

“You can.” I kissed her mouth, then stayed close enough that every word touched her lips. “You already did once. This one’s mine too.”

Her breath caught.

Mine.

That word had become a key in her body.

Every time I used it, she opened a little more.

I slid my hand between us again, finding her clit.

“There you go,” I whispered. “Stay with my fingers.”

She clung harder. “It’s too much.”

“I know. You can take too much for a little while.”

Her mouth opened, and no sound came out.

I circled slowly, keeping my cock buried inside her, letting her clench around me while my fingers gave her somewhere sweet to fall.

“Such a good girl,” I said, dragging my mouth along her cheek. “Keeping my dick warm and safe while Daddy takes care of you.”

She whimpered.

The sound tipped something over in me, but I held the line. Barely. The pressure of her pussy around me was unbearable now, her body gripping me in rhythmic little pulses, each one pulling pleasure up my spine and making my hips beg for movement.

She shook, then melted.

Her orgasm took her slowly at first, a tight little shudder deep around my cock, then harder as my fingers kept moving. Her back arched. Her head pressed into the pillow.

“That’s it,” I praised, voice rough. “That’s my baby. Come on my cock. Good girl.”

She trembled beneath me, and I had to lock every muscle in my body not to follow her. She was too tight, too wet, too fucking beautiful falling apart around me. Her hands dragged down my back, then gripped my shoulders as if the pleasure had made her desperate for something solid.

I held her down without trapping her, chest to chest, mouth at her temple, fingers easing her through the last waves until the hard clenching softened into weak little flutters.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered. “There you go.”

Her eyes opened halfway, unfocused and stunned.

I kissed the corner of her mouth. “All done?”