Page 121 of Hendrix

Our eyes locked, and my belly fluttered.

“I love you.” He lowered one of my legs and hooked it around his waist. “Always will.” He tugged his cock and guided it into place before pulling his hips back and pushing inside me.

My back bowed off the bed, and I let out a low moan. It had been a while for me, and Hendrix was larger than average, but the bite of pain only made me more aroused.

He stayed rooted inside me, not moving, just letting me adjust to his size while smoothing my hair away from my face. “Now you’re really mine again. And this time, I won’t ever let go.” His lips caught mine, our tongues tangling together, and he began to slowly grind his hips in a circular motion.

I closed my eyes, suddenly overwhelmed by the love in the room, along with the feelings of closeness covering us like a warm blanket.

“Look at me, Anna,” he breathed. “Give me your eyes.”

I opened them to see Jamie’s blue orbs burning into me, setting my soul on fire. The feelings of intimacy he evoked were unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I’d never felt closer to anyone before.

My pussy clenched, milking his cock, and he let out a deep, throaty groan. “I dreamed of this. You haunted me, baby. I never let you go because nothing ever felt better.”

The force of his movements increased, and his fingers pressed into my hips as he drove his cock into me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Anna.” He dipped his head and kissed my neck, making me shiver with the erotic sensations he aroused.

I turned my head to the side, but his hands forced it back again. “No,” he said. “I wanna watch you when you come for me. Wanna see everything. You’re so fuckin’ beautiful.” He groaned. “Nothin’ feels as good as you.” His strong hips began to power harder, and he tilted my ass so he could drive deep inside.

My whimpers filled the air.

“Fuck, yeah,” he grated out, the cords in his neck tightening with effort.

The hand cupping my ass moved around to my pussy. Hendrix went up on one arm, his eyes dropping to where we were joined, and he watched himself glide in and out.

“We’re beautiful together,” he muttered, his fingers brushing over my clit.

I cried out because I was so so sensitive and so so ready to come again.

Circling his hips, he pressed harder, and I couldn’t stop my body from writhing uncontrollably. My pussy clenched, and I began to feel the pressure in my stomach build for a second time.

“That’s it, baby,” he crooned. “Come for me.”

My climax streaked through me, and I yelled out his name, my cries mingling with his grunts as he drove his cock into me so hard that I saw stars. Pressure exploded in my core, and my nails sank into his back, my hips bucking uncontrollably as I was catapulted into my climax.

“Jesus, Anna. I’m coming.” He suddenly pulled out and sat back on his haunches, his hand going to his cock and pumping it with long hard strokes.

The head was purple and straining, and he moaned loudly, his fist jerking as he stared deep into my eyes. Hendrix growled long and low before letting out a shout, then warmth hit my skin as ropes of cum spurted over my stomach and breasts, heating every inch of skin it touched, branding me as his.

I reached up to his throat, touching the spot where his pulse fluttered uncontrollably.

Eventually, Hendrix’s strokes slowed, and his shoulders slumped. With a muttered curse, he dropped down onto the bed beside me.

“Jesus fuckin Christ,” he croaked. “Holy fuckin’ shit.”

I laughed softly, looking down at the mess he’d made of me. “You’re cleaning that up.”

He buried his head in the pillow and let out a sigh of contentment before chuckling. “Jesus fucking fuck.” His head turned toward me, and he cracked one eye open, a big grin spreading across his face. “See how much of a damn I give about a pooch?”

“Judging by that performance, I’d go as far as to say you like my pooch,” I said wryly. “I’m a sticky mess.”

His fingers came to my stomach and rubbed his cum into my skin in circles. “We’ll get a shower then I’ll go get JT from Dad.”

I was a great believer in carrying on family names, of honoring the people in your life who touched your heart and added something good. It seemed Will agreed with me because Jameson was named after his grandfather—though he insisted that knowing his dad the way he did, it was more likely he was named in homage to the Irish whiskey brand. Still, I’d always loved the name James, so I asked Hendrix if he’d mind.

He almost broke down and wept with joy, so I took that as a yes.

The T was after another man in my life. A good man, true and strong, loyal and kind, and one I knew would be a beautiful role model to my boy and an even better godfather.

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