Page 67 of His Addiction
He pulled his hips back, then thrust forward, filling her tight pussy in a single, deep stroke. When she gasped, her inner walls clamping around him, he groaned at the tightness.
Jamie held still for a moment, letting her adjust, savouring the way she clung to him. Her hips shifted, trying to get more of him, and he grinned, his grip on her hips tightening.
“You want me to continue?” he asked.
She nodded, her breath ragged, and he wasted no time, pounding into her harder this time, setting a punishing rhythm. His hand came down on her ass with a sharp, satisfying smack.
“You take me so well, you’ve earned this.”
With every thrust, he built the tension, pushing her closer to the edge. He loved how her body quivered, her muscles tightening as she tried to hold herself together.
“Don’t you dare come until I say so,” he warned, his thrusts becoming deeper, more relentless.
She gasped, her nails digging into his back as she struggled to maintain control. He could read the desperate need in her eyes, but he didn’t give in.
He reached between them, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing down hard as he continued to fuck her, each stroke pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
Shannon was a fucking wild ride, and she was about to make him explode within seconds of thrusting into her tight, greedy entrance.
Her insides clung to his dick like a warm glove, milking his length and shooting shocks of pleasure through his body.
Tight muscles squeezed him so damn hard he swore she was the best fuck he’d ever had.
His heart thundered in his chest as the intoxicating smell of her skin, laced with arousal, filled his nostrils. Her pussy’s perfect fit pulled him back in every damn time.
And the constant, possessive biting of his shoulder only made him harder, more driven, more out of control.
“You’re so close,” he snarled through gritted teeth. “I can sense it… Just wait…”
He clung on, struggling to keep himself from blowing his load. The desire pulsed inside him, threatening to snap at any moment.
He’d always had a thing for leather, for red lace lingerie, but those fantasies had become predictable. He’dnever expected a simple pair of cotton panties to drive him so damn wild.
Her breathing turned erratic, then deep and steady as he slowed the pace. He sensed her struggling to obey, her body craving a release. Her nails scratched his shoulders, sending hot flares through him.
He fucking loved it. Got off on knowing she’d marked him.
“You love when I take control, don’t you?” he whispered, his hand coming down hard on her ass with a slap that made her yelp, the sting making her even wetter. “That’s it. Keep taking it like I know you can.”
Her eyes locked with his, those ocean-blue depths pleading with him to just let her go, to let her fall.
“You look so fucking beautiful when you’re desperate.”
She crushed her cherry-red lips to his, the kiss violent and passionate, as if trying to make him lose control.
“Please,” she muttered into his mouth.
But he held back, determined to push her further.
He slapped her ass harder this time and smiled to himself when she cried out. “You think you deserve it? You think you deserve to come?”
For a moment, she was still, her body trembling against him and then her lips parted, and the words came rushing out, broken and raw.
“Please, Jamie,” she pleaded. “I can’t wait any longer. I need to. Please, let me come. I’ll do anything… just please.”
The way she begged, the sweet vulnerability in hervoice, hit him like a tidal wave. Every inch of him surged with hunger. Her need was so overwhelming, so pure.
“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. “You beg so fucking well. You more than deserve it. Come all over my dick, love.”
