Page 50 of Chasing Wildflowers
My control snaps.
My hands wrap around her arms, pulling her to stand. “Sorry, baby, next time you can suck my cock.” I grip her hips and toss her on the bed. “This time, I need to fuck you.”
I kick off my pants and crawl on after her, settling between her thighs, holding myself up with my hands.
“Do we need a condom, baby?”
“No, I’m on the pill.”
That’s all the permission I need, my hips thrust forward, filling her completely.
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Jameson’s hips thrust forward, filling me fully. My eyes slam shut, a strangled cry rips from my throat. Now I understand the saying ‘It hurts so good’. The mix of pleasure and pain is almost too much.
My hands fist in the comforter. “You’re too big,” I hiss, though the sting is already giving way to pleasure that curls hot and low in my belly.
He nips at my bottom lip. “Your pussy says otherwise, baby,” he murmurs. “I can feel your walls clenching around me, begging me for more.”
He pulls out almost completely, then slowly, so slowly, thrusts back in, my moans mixing with his low growl.
“God damn, baby, you feel so good.” Thrust. “So wet.” Thrust. “So fucking tight.”
The sting fades, replaced with pure pleasure. “Please,” I beg, needing more. Needing all of it.
He takes my mouth, his tongue, licking and sucking mine as he continues to sink into me slowly, until I’m a withering mess below him. Only then does he pull back, that sexy smirk on his lips.
“You’re so polite when you beg me, Wildflower,” is all the warning I get.
He grabs my legs, pushing them up to my chest, opening me wider to him. Then he really starts to fuck me. Hard.
A scream rips from my throat. Not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure. He pounds into me, his piercing scrapping along that perfect spot with precision. My hips rise and fall, meeting him thrust for thrust. My pussy clenches around him, desperate for release.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You keep squeezing my cock, with your greedy little pussy like that, and I’m not going to last, baby.”
His filthy words spur me on. I squeeze him tighter, pulling a curse from him.
“Hold your leg up,” he commands.
I obey without hesitation, bracing a hand under each thigh.
He swipes two fingers through my arousal, and draws slow circles around my clit, his cock still slamming into me. Each thrust, punishingly deep and hard. The sounds coming from me become unnatural as my head thrashes back and forth.
“Eyes on me,” he warns.
I hear his words through my fog of need and slowly bring my eyes back to his.
“Good fucking girl.” His fingers press harder, circling faster. “Come for me, Wildflower.”
He pinches my clit and I explode. My body seizes as my orgasm rips through me. I think I scream his name but I’m not sure. My vision goes black momentarily, and my ears ring.
My orgasm continues on, but Jameson doesn’t slow, fucking me through the aftershocks. He slams into me hard. Once, twice, three times, before his hips jerk and feral growl rips from his throat as he follows me over the edge.
He rolls on to his back, taking me with him. I collapse on his chest, the steady beat of his heart mingling with our heavy breaths.
He runs his hands through my hair, a favorite of his. “Nothing has ever felt better than that,” he murmurs, brushing his lips against my forehead.
