Page 29 of Happy Hour

Right about that point, I began to sound as if I was auditioning for aRon Jeremymovie. I was ashamed at how vocal I’d become.

“I can tell you like car talk too...” He whispered in that low gravelly voice he had from time to time. I moaned again when his lips found the sensitive skin on my neck rough with need. His teeth drug over the path he’d just made. “Proper amount of lubrication makes inserting the camshaft easier, you know?”

My response was to moan. I seemed to be doing a lot of that.

Our dirty talking quickly turned to “Do you need a good spanking?” which I enjoyed but when it turned to “Who’s your daddy?” I slapped him across the face and told him to shut the hell up and just fuck me.

And he did.Oh goddid he.

He had my body bending in directions I never thought were possible without needing an MRI the next day.

He also, to his utter amusement, had me screaming at the top of lungs at times, and a few instances where I was sure I saw twinkling stars.

Wanting to see just how worked up I could get him, I did everything I could to drive him just as insane.

My theory that he too was losing control was confirmed when his head fell back against the pillow, his eyes squeezed shut as he shook his head resisting. “Ah honey, slow down...pleaseslow down.” He moaned.

I was grinning like a fool.

He was also very thorough too, I’ll give him that. I swear he covered every inch of my 5-2 frame with kisses or nips and the occasional pinch or lick.

What wasn’t that comforting was his attention while my ass was in the air with him between my legs behind me.

For one, I’m sure about the rest of society but for me personally, my ass in the air wasn’t really a comforting position, unless you’re a dog. Let’s face it; your asshole is public knowledge when you walk around on all fours like an animal.

And for me personally, I’m not that comfortable with my ass in the air or my asshole. I’m just not when the person behind me was Jameson Riley.

Thoughts of my asshole in the air didn’t last long and soon I drifted completely withthe kissing, the sucking, the pinching, it was all almost too much.

Where’d this boy learn all this and why had I waited so long to indulge? That’s what I wanted to know.

We were molded together—you couldn’t tell where I ended and he began. But when he sucked down on my nipple once more, I couldn’t hold off.

Thrashing around beneath him with total futility, his hands held me in place tightly against him and mattress. With a tingling that started in my toes and settled in my tummy, I literally screamed Jameson’s name loud enough for the entire hotel to hear.

Forget the porno audition.

Apparently, I was now trying out for the opera.

Jameson chuckled against me, my breathing turned to something resembling a woman in child labor or an animal in heat. It’d been way to long since I had sex that’s for sure.

I soon realized Jameson was past the point of stopping or being able to go slow as his breathing was turning from heavy to panting gasps—grunting with each movement. My head hit the headboard with each thrust while his hands moved from my hips to the pillow behind my head, grasping it tightly as he prepared himself.

I wanted to stop time, slow this down and make it last forever but I knew I couldn’t. After waiting for so long for this, it seemed to be fleeting quickly. I kept thinking I was dreaming until he would move or say something, his voice bringing me back, and I realized itwashappening.

“Oh god Sway,” he grunted, his body trembling for control, I knew the feeling. “shit...I’m sorry...can’t hold on any longer...” his head fell against my shoulder his teeth sinking into my skin as he threw himself into his movements. “Fuck,” he cried out.

My legs wrapped around his waist and I held onto him anywhere I could, desperate to make this last longer.

He gasped, his body jerking, his eyes squeezed shut tightly as his forehead rested against mine.

A few thoughts ran through my mind at that point. The first was, at least he didn’t squeal like a pig, Mike Tanner, a past fuck did and I was very alarmed by that. And secondly,hot damnwe just had sex.

Collapsing on top of me, his head turned to the side, his ear pressed against my racing heart. We laid there, breathing as if we just ran a marathon, which we kind of did, when Jameson rolled moving the sheets over us.

Once he pulled out, I felt as though a cold breeze blew over me at the lack of contact between us. He surprised me though. He didn’t go far, just slid to the side and tugged my body against his trailing kisses across my shoulder.

He cuddles after sex?

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