Page 150 of His Addiction
“It won’t happen again,” she gasped, breath hitching at the sensation that lit her up.
“Promise you’ll tell me everything?” His finger dipped inside her, slow and deep. “Mmm…so fucking wet for me.”
“I promise,” she whispered, her voice trembling, but sincere.
He drew back, fisting the base of his dick. His eyes never left her face as he ran the thick head through her wet heat, teasing them both with the kind of friction that made it impossible to think.
“No more hiding. No holding back. I’m going to give you everything, and you’re going to take it all,” he said, holding the tip at her entrance.
“Now be a good girl and wait,” he commanded, leaning over the side of the couch where his shorts lay discarded.
He fished out a condom from the pocket and tore the wrapper open with his teeth.
In two beats, he stared down at her, repositioned himself and thrusted in deep.
So tight and warm. So fucking wild.
“Fuuuuuuck, I missed you…” he breathed, pulling out and sliding back in.
Her body trembled beneath him, her eyes swirling with a flood of emotions. Dancing firelight flickered across their skin, casting shadows on her face as his pace picked up.
Every breath she took, every flicker beneath her skin, answered to him.
His voice was low, warm, curling around her.
“I’ll make you ache for it,” he gritted out. “And when you beg me, I’ll give it to you, because you deserve everything you crave.”
He brushed his lips along her jaw, slow and certain.
“No one will ever worship you the way I do.”
Her hips rocked beneath him, desperate for a release, but he only tightened his grip on her, holding her still.
“Not yet, love,” he said against her lips. “Let’s slow it down.”
His hand moved to her jaw, fingers firm as he guided her mouth open. He slid his thumb between her teeth, pressing it in slowly.
“Suck,” he commanded, his voice dark, possessive.
She obeyed without hesitation. The sound of her humming around him sent a rush of heat through his veins.
Her lashes fluttered, her eyes heavy with want, and Jamie couldn’t help but admire how fucking sexy she looked, surrendering to him.
Her lips curled around his thumb, her breath hot and eager, and he almost lost control.
“Hmmm…that’s it. Such a good girl for me,” he praised. “Now, keep sucking. Let me feel how much you want it.”
His fingers tightened on her jaw, asserting his control. “You want it, don’t you? You want to come for me, but you’re going to wait.”
His other hand skated over her breasts, tracing the curve of her waist, and then he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. “Let go when I say so. Understand?”
She nodded when he took back his thumb and started moving his hips again, fucking her harder than before.
“Hmmm… You’re so fucking perfect for me. When I’m ready, you’ll come for me. And you’ll know I’ve made you mine.”
Jamie’s hand slid to her throat, fingers brushing her pulse.
“I can feel you tightening around me, love,” he gritted. “Feel how close you are, how badly you want it. You want to let go, don’t you?”
