Page 94 of Black Flag

“Come on.” He whisperedpulling me back toward the elevators leaving Alley and Emma to yell after us.

“We’ll be right back!”Jameson yelled back with a careless shrug.

“Sure they will.”Charlie told them.

Once inside the hotel,Jameson was intense.

Slowly he laid me onthe large bed and flipped my dress up.

“Don’t move.” He instructedripping his shirt over his head and then dropping to his knees at the edge ofthe bed.

Fingers, hands, tongue,and lips worked in perfect unison and had me a shuddering in less than a minute...He was good. His deburring skills werelegendary.

Jameson yanked hisjeans down in one fluid movement and leaned back on his heel, jerking me offthe bed to straddle his hips, my legs resting on either side on him.

His left hand reachedbetween us and slipped himself inside, “Oh god Sway.”

“Mmm...” I moaned wrapping my arms around hisneck, his lips returning to mine.

Bouncing around on hislap had me realizing where all those bacon cheeseburgers were going.

To confirm, I lookedbehind me to see my ass jiggling like aBustaRyhmesmusic video.

Soembarrassing.

Jameson noticed andturned my head, forcing me to look at it. “Pay attention.” He panted out.

I could tell he wasmoments away from his release by the tensed expression and lust hooded eyes.That alone distracted me enough to focus my attention on him because Christalmighty, his “O”face was breathtaking. No lie.

When his strong handsgripped my jiggle wiggle ass, I was distracted again and looked behind me. Thistime my dirty heathen was too far gone to care. His head fell forward againstmy shoulder. He let out a delicious groan jerking underneath me. His hands comeup wrapping around the back of my shoulders and pushed me down on him oncemore. I could feel him pulsing inside biting down on my shoulder, crying out atthe force of his orgasm. I try to get a look at his face but his head wasburied in my neck.

It upset me a littlebecause I loved watching his contorted expression.

Giggling that thiswhole escapade lasted less than ten minutes, I ran my fingers up and down hisback as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

“What were you lookingat?” Jameson asked once he could breathe normally again. “You seemed to bepaying a lot of attention to it.”

“My ass...it’s huge.”

“It’s not huge, honey.I happen to like your ass bigger.” His eyebrows waggled. “It shakes now andgoddamn is it sexy.”

I slapped his shoulder.“You would.”

He just laughed as Iclimbed off him and looked around for my underwear.

“Damn you!” I held upmy shredded underwear. “What the fuck—how do you do this every time?”

He just shrugged. “Ididn’t think I pulled on them that hard.”

“Well, you did.” Ireached around in my suitcase for another pair.

“Jameson five. Swaythree?” I’m not sure it was meant to be a question but the way he said it, itcame out like one.

“No, no, that’s not fair!We didn’t keep track last week.”

He shrugged reachingfor the door handle once I pulled on some new underwear. “Looks like you havesome ground to make up for then.”

When we got back to thetable, most everyone was ordering their meals and drinks when Jameson decidedto gain himself a comfortable lead in our race with each other.

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