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I want to touch him, I want him inside me. I’m losing my mind with the want and need that he’s stirring up inside me.
“Jameson, please fuck me, I need you,” I plead against his mouth desperately, hoping with every fiber of my being that he won’t deny me again.
“I need you too, baby,” he confesses and I hook a leg around his hip, pulling him into me even more. The roughness of his jeans against my sensitive core is almost enough to get me there once again.
“Then take me, please.” I feel a tear fall from my eye at my desperation. I’m so gone for him in more ways than one. I can’ttell him how I feel, he can’t know the extent of my feelings right now. I just want to get lost in him and to let him get lost in me.
He pulls away, and must see the tear; he wipes it away with his thumb. “Why’re you crying?”
I shake my head. “They’re not bad tears, I just…” My voice trails off.I just love you.
“I know, I do too,” he whispers. I wonder for a second if I said the words out loud, but I didn’t. I think he’s just feeling everything just as much as I am, but neither of us can put a voice to it.
He pulls back completely, guiding my leg down, and I think he’s going to go back to teasing me which may actually make me lose my mind. But then he’s unbuttoning his jeans, and pushing them off his legs.
His cock bobs out, hard and pointed directly at me. My mouth waters, aching to have him down my throat again and my pussy clenches, wanting to be filled by him. My body craves him in a way I’ve never experienced before, but also if he doesn’t fuck me in some way in the next couple seconds I may scream.
My body is sweaty, and my arms are numb from being tied up for so long. Even my legs are shaky. Jameson steps forward and grabs my thighs, wrapping them around his hips, positioning himself at my opening and I want to cry with relief.
“The only thing better than seeing you wear my hat is going to be you wearing it while impaled on my cock.”
He pushes forward, seating himself in a single thrust and I moan, clenching around him as he fills me in the perfect wayonly he can. His forehead drops against mine as he lets out his own groan of pleasure.
“How do you do that?” His breath hits my lips, and I try to chase them with my own, but he stays just out of reach.
“Do what?”
“Make me feel like we’re the only two people in the entire world. You are everything to me.”
He pulls back, and thrusts forward roughly again, then kisses me fiercely. He holds onto my hips as he plows into me while his tongue fucks my mouth. Any thought I had of holding back my orgasm is obliterated because he rubs against my clit every time he pushes fully into me. His thick cock filling me so perfectly and his mouth on mine.
The emotion, the words I can’t say, the feeling of being filled by him, it’s all too much. I’m not able to hold back anymore and I explode with a loud cry into his mouth. He doesn’t let up, his thrusts becoming even more brutal as he fucks me against the wall through my release.
“That’s right, baby, squeeze my cock,” he growls.
His words and the way he’s fucking me prolong my orgasm for so long that I’m not sure if it’s just one, or if another one takes over immediately. Tears stream down my face as I buck against him, crying out.
He pushes all the way in once more, groaning out his own release. I feel the way his cum coats my inner walls and it triggers another aftershock of my own orgasm. He kisses me as we both come down, breathing heavily, skin sticky with sweat. He doesn’t leave my body yet, his forehead drops to mine and helooks into my eyes. The words we leave unspoken are swimming between us. So much has happened and is felt between us. It’s all so overwhelming, but neither of us are putting words to it.
“Are you okay?” he finally asks.
“Always.”
And I mean it, but as he separates our bodies I can’t help but feel like he’s pulling away in more ways than one. A chill coats my skin, and I hope I’m wrong, but this felt a lot like goodbye.
CHAPTER 43
Jameson
I untieSutton and make sure to give her wrists extra attention to ease the redness. I help her clean up like I always do, making sure she’s totally taken care of before we dress enough to go back to the house.
When we lay in bed like we’ve done every night, I can’t go to sleep right away. She’s snuggled into my side, and I have my arm wrapped around her. I’m glad she’s able to drift off easily, but I lay awake, just as conflicted as before, if not more because of how much she means to me.
She’s everything to me and I don’t think I’m able to be the man for her. I want to be more than anything, but my life has changed. I have more on my plate than before, and it’s not fair to her. I’m going to have to create distance between us, even if it’s the last thing I want to do.
I hold her tightly against me because if this is the last night I have her in my arms, I’m going to savor every second of it. Which is also probably why I’m unable to fall asleep, because I know in the morning I’m going to have to tell her goodbye.
The morning comes too soonand I watch the sunrise through the window while Sutton sleeps peacefully on my chest. When she finally stirs awake, her green eyes look up at me, and my resolve weakens. I graze my lips lightly against her eyelids, her nose, and then down to her lips.
