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“Relax and tell me if it doesn’t feel good.” He sinks into me, inch by inch, pushing in and pulling back a bit, letting my body sheathe around him.

“Oh God,” I moan, palming his back.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls.

He isn’t even all the way in, and I’m pulsing against him. I slide my hand down his warm skin, rock my hips up, and guide him deeper into me.

He groans, and I gasp. My lip shakes, and he takes it between his teeth, gently biting it.

“I lied. I’m going to bite you.”

He closes his eyes and thrusts his hips a few times, driving deeper and deeper into me.

I tighten my arms around him as his length and girth fill me so much I get slightly dizzy.

Pushing his forehead to mine, he murmurs, “You’re amazing.”

I can’t reply. I’m blinking my eyes trying to refocus, my mouth is once again in an O, and I can’t stop whimpering in his arms. I’ve never felt the rushes of pleasure I’m feeling as he thrusts into me, increasing his speed, pounding me harder.

Is that my...? Oh God, yes, that has to be my G-spot.

“Jamison,” I cry out, shaking under him as he tightens his arms around me.

“Oh, you’re so good.”

“Jamison,” I say again, oscillating over and over as endorphins are crashing through my system.

“That’s it, doll.” He thrusts harder, and I spin further into Wonderland, gripping my limbs around him tighter.

I orgasm so many times, I don’t know where one ends and the other one begins as he continues to fill me, sliding against all my spasming nerves, reaching my sweet spot that I never knew existed before now.

Our skin glistens with a sheen of sweat as the heat of our flesh melt against each other.

He pushes his forehead to mine, and his warm breath pants hard against mine. With a final thrust, he erupts, swelling against my walls and forcing me into one last climax.

We lie against each other, trying to find air, our chests heaving, staring at each other. I’m still quivering.

How is it possible to feel that good?

Jamison kisses me, pulls out of me, and rolls over. He removes the condom and gets up and throws it in the trash. Pulling the covers back, he motions with his hand. “Scoot under.”

I scoot under, and he climbs next to me then pulls me into his arms. “Tell me everything about you.”

I turn so I can see him.

“Tell me what you want to know, and I’ll tell you.”

“Everything, Quinn. I want to know everything about you, and don’t leave out any details.”

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Jamison

I’m convincedthat all the men in Chicago are complete idiots for not snagging this girl. Jeez. Can she get any sexier? Any sweeter? Any sassier? This girl has got it all going on. To top it off, she orgasmed so many times on my cock, I lost track of how many times she came.

I tell her I want to know everything about her, and I mean it.

“What’s your family like?”

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