Page 138 of Happy Hour

You’re now a pigizzle.I told myself.

Jameson’s head remained down but when he heard me giggle at my pigizzle-self, I saw the corner of his mouth twist into a smile. Placing both my hands on his bare shoulders, I ran my fingers softly over the ridges in his defined shoulders, feeling his muscles flex as his hands caressed my legs.

Turning on the bench, he looked up at me through his long dark lashes, his green eyes burning. It wasn’t hard to see the change that occurred in us, in him. His once nervous eyes; were now filled with love and adoration.

He loved me you see.

“Good morning beautiful,” Jameson whispered against my stomach, trailing kisses from the prominent ridge of my hip, over my belly button and along the other hipbone. Sweeping his tongue up towards my rib cage, he nipped at the skin as he did so.

My entire body trembled despite my demand for it not to, earning a chuckle from him in response. I hated the way my body was so responsive to him; I couldn’t hide anything.

With a wink, he picked me up carrying me over to his large king sized bed, lying me down. He pulled away but only to remove his shorts and he was back to worshiping my body, with his hands, his mouth, his tongue, and of course...his glorious camshaft. There was no dirty heathen talking last night but it returned this morning...ohhhdid it return.

What started out sweet and caring; quickly turned sullied in minutes when I told him that this sweet side was great and all, but I wanted my dirty car-talking heathen damn it. More importantly, I wanted to be fucked.

You ask and you shall receive.

With another wicked smirk, he flipped me over so I was on my knees in front of him and wrapped his hand around my hair, gently pulling me back against his chest.

“Jameson...” I moaned as he pushed inside.

He took a firm grasp on my hip with the hand that wasn’t tangled in my hair bringing his soft wet lips down on my shoulder, biting and kissing his way along the top of my collarbone.

The teasing and biting continued for a few moments but when I was starting to shake, I had to put an end to it. I needed this and I needed it now.

The moment I felt him inside of me, I wanted time to stop, to stay with him that way forever. The feeling was indescribable and the morehegave me, the moreIcraved. I knew being him physically would be unlike anything we’d ever experienced together but now, it was so much more than before. His intensity was evident in every kiss, every touch, showing me this was different, showing me the love he had for me.

“Just fuck me already!” I blurted out when he continued with his slow movements.

“Are you ready for some align boring ‘cause I’m not holdin’ back any longer. These bearings need aligned,properly.” Jameson grunted, his hips meeting mine slowly at first but I could feel a change coming.

“What does no holding back mean?” I asked slightly confused. I never thought Jameson held back anyways.

What would this mean?

In my head, I was envisioning whips and chains or some shit so I turned to look back at him with wide eyes. I’m all for the dirty talking and rough sex but I was slightly terrified of any S & M. I once watched a porno that involved this and couldn’t sleep for a week thinking that shit was something only serial killers did.

“What I mean is...” he squeezed my ass. “...there are times when I’m going to make love to you...slowly and with more passion then you ever thought imaginable.” Jameson then moved my hair to the side kissing along my neck slowly. His hand tangled in my hair once more and tugged with just enough force to make want to scream. “And there are times when I’m going to fuck you until youbegme to stop.”

Why am I suddenly excited as hell to see which one I’m getting today?

Of course, my excitement must have shown on my face because Jameson suddenly chuckled, his laugh marred by his heavy breathing.

“Which service are you offering up today?” I arched my back against him, keeping my eyes locked with his.

Jameson smirked. His eyes were half-opened watching me. His gaze darkened, burning my skin as it ran over my body. “Guess which one...” he ground out through his clenched jaw as I swiveled my hips against him, causing him to moan.

The dirty talking tapered as did any talking for that matter. Jameson’s third floor bedroom was filled with nothing but his grunts, my whore moaning, and sounds ofPrincein the background.

We were starting to have an obsession withPrince.

A few minutes passed where we just lied there afterwards, until his phone started buzzing next to the bed.

He leaned forward, kissed my forehead, and then reached over me to his phone. “I’m sorry, I have to get up. I need to be in LA later today for a commercial for Simplex and then I have to fly to Memphis to meet...mybiggestfan.”

I looked at him confused. He sat up running his hand through his mess of hair peeking back at me.

“Your biggest fan?” The dread in my voice present, I was praying this wasn’t some woman.

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