Page 95 of Steel

“You have such pretty tits.” Jameson watches me grab my breast. “Let me get a taste.”

I release my nipple and his cock, leaning forward to plant my hands on either side of his head so my breasts hang over his face. He tilts his chin up, looking me in the eyes but not moving his hands from where they’re locked behind his head, as he darts his tongue out and teases one nipple and then the other.

My breasts are nothing special—a handful for him at most. But he worships them like he does every part of me. Like I’m his personal work of art.

“Are you going to do what I say, Tempe?” He flicks my nipple with his tongue. “Do you want to please me?”

More than anything.

“Yes,” I breathe out as he draws my nipple into his mouth.

Jameson releases the peak, not breaking my gaze. “Then grab the headboard and let me taste that sweet pussy.”

Nervously, I climb up the bed, facing the wall and grabbing the headboard. But when I try to hover over him, Jameson grabs my ass and pulls me down.

“Sit on my fucking face, wildfire. Ride my tongue, and let me fuck you with it.”

“Holy shit.” I tip my head back as he pulls my pussy to his mouth.

His tongue circles my clit before he drives it inside me. Grinding, losing myself in the soft circles of his tongue. In the rough scratch of his stubble on my thighs. He grips my ass and rocks my hips, kissing me between the legs like he’s desperate for it.

“Jameson.” I close my eyes and throw my head back.

He hums against my clit and picks up his pace, and that’s all I need to see stars. My body shakes as I throw myself forward, grabbing the headboard. But he won’t let me go, and he doesn’t slow down. Fucking me with his tongue as I come hard for him.

“Perfect.” He lifts me off him, licking the full length of me before shifting my hips back. “Now get down there and suck my cock.”

I do as I’m told, slowly dragging my hands down the ripples of his chest as I move down between his legs. I grab the base of his cock and hold it upright, staring into his eyes as I circle the tip with my tongue.

“Fuck, Tempe. That feels so much better when I’ve still got the taste of you on my tongue.” He strokes my cheek with the back of his knuckles. “You do such a good job pleasing me.”

I close my lips around the head and tease him again before sinking my mouth over him.

Jameson grabs the back of my hair, digging his fingers into my scalp as I swallow him deeper. My hand strokes what I can’t take, slipping up and down the base of his hard shaft as I swirl my tongue over his tip.

He’s already leaking as I drag my tongue over the slit, and I savor the taste of him coating my lips.

Flattening my tongue, I run it along the vein on the underside of his cock then sink my mouth over him again. I hollow my cheeks, slowly dragging up and down, teasing him, staring up into his hooded gray eyes.

There’s something so incredibly powerful about bringing him pleasure.

He’s a man who commands a room. Who runs a club. Who is always in control.

Except right now, he’s at my mercy.

A growl vibrates through his chest, and he watches me like I’m the only person worth looking at.

“Fuck.” He drags his fingers down my back, and I draw this out as he watches the wet path I leave on his cock.

When I reach the tip, he holds the sides of my face still and juts his hips off the bed, forcing himself down my throat. I gag when he hits me deep and fast, tears springing to my eyes.

My hands squeeze the base of his cock as he pounds in.

The hard muscles of his stomach flex with every thrust, but right as I sense he’s about to come, he pulls me off him.

“On your knees.” He points to the floor, and I slide off the bed, sinking to the carpet as he stands over me.

Jameson grabs his cock and strokes with one hand, pushing my hair away from my face with the other.

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