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“Come here,” he growls, pulling me on top of his naked body. I prop myself up on my forearms and hover over him as he situates his cock before grabbing my ass and lowering me. But instead of lining himself up at my entrance, he has pushed his cock down flat against his pelvis so that it follows the length of my slit, the thick tip situated perfectly against my clit as I lower the rest of my weight on James.

He grips my ass with both hands on either side and guides me as I roll my hips against him, forward and back, and he lets out a low moan at the friction between us. I could probably come again just like this, but I’m aching to have him inside me. It’s torture being able to have his cock thrusting against me but not inside of me. I speed up the rhythm, desperate for more, but he slows me with his tight grip on my ass.

“Please,” I beg in a breathless whisper. “I need more.”

He obliges, turning his body and throwing me to my back before climbing on top of me and situating his rock-hard length at my entrance. Time seems to move in slow motion as I watch him position his perfect, naked body over mine, his skin stretched taut against tight muscles, his deep brown hair falling across his forehead.

I gasp as he enters me and stretches my tight inner muscles. He moves slowly, thrusting inch-by-inch, in and out, until he’s buried in me entirely. His eyes are hooded as he lets out a slow breath and licks his lips. He leans down and kisses me, his hand caressing my face, then dips his head to my chest and closes his lips around my nipple, sucking hard and eliciting another moan from me. Reaching for my other nipple with his free hand, James begins to move inside me, and I rock my hips in time with his. This sensation of absolute fullness is one I’ve never felt, like I can feel every minute movement he makes inside me, and I fucking love it.

James pinches one nipple between his fingers, rolling it between them as he grazes his teeth over the other. The pressure feels incredible, like all of my nerves are pulsing with electricity wherever he touches me. He glances up at me, the look of lust in his eyes so intense that my pussy clenches around him.

“It’s like your pussy was made for my cock,” he murmurs. “So perfect.” He thrusts again as if to prove his point, and my grip tightens on the blanket next to me.

And as much as I want him to make me come over and over again, I love that he’s taking his time. With Brady, it was always hard, fast, lacking foreplay, and usually ending with him finishing before me and leaving me to fend for myself if I wanted to come. James has already made me come twice—once tonight and once at the gym a few days ago—and that was before he even put his dick in me.

I run my hands up his chest and along the curvature of his shoulders and arms as his thrusts pick up pace ever so slightly. It’s just enough to drive me absolutely insane with need.Fuck, he feels good.

He continues his torturously slow thrusts and threads his fingers through my hair, gripping without quite pulling, as his intense gaze holds me captive.

He withdraws suddenly, leaving me aching for him to fill me again, and flips me over so I’m lying on my tummy. His hands grip my hips, forcing my ass into the air, so I prop myself up on my forearms and arch my back to give him better access.

He situates himself between my legs, placing kisses down my back as he does. I feel his large hands grip the thick flesh of my ass on either side, and he squeezes and gropes before aligning his cock to my pussy. I’m aching for him, desperate to feel him inside me again.

This time, he doesn’t take it slow. As soon as I nudge my backside against him, he slams into me, the sheer force and the new angle making me drop my head and cry out into the pillow.

“James, oh my god.Fuck.”

He pushes in deeper, grabbing the front side of my hips and pulling me to him with each thrust. “You like that, baby girl?” He asks, a hint of humor in his voice because he clearly already knows the answer. My ass slaps against his thighs as he pulls me to him again and again. I’m grateful he’s holding my hips and pulling me into him, because there’s no way I could keep up with his pace right now. I’m almost dizzy from the sheer amount of sensation I’m feeling.

Every thrust borders on the line between pleasure and pain, and I fucking love it. He slips in and out of me easily now with my wetness coating his cock. He forces himself into me again and again, his cock hitting that perfect spot deep inside of me over and over, and the tension inside me begins to build again. One of James’ hands leaves my hip and lands on my clit, swirling quick circles in rhythm with his thrusts as I desperately try to keep myself propped up on my forearms. I feel my pussy tighten around him as my climax builds and builds to its peak.

“Come for me, Ivy,” he commands, and I do just that. I come apart around him, my release coming in intense, pulsing waves, pleasure wracking every nerve of my body. My fist clutches the pillow with his unrelenting thrusts, and I’m sure that I can take no more when I feel his cock twitch inside me as he lets out a groan. “God, you’re fucking perfect,” he says, almost in a whisper.

I collapse onto the bed once he pulls out of me. He quickly goes to the adjoining bathroom to dispose of the condom then joins me in bed, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into him. I absentmindedly trace the veins protruding from his forearms as we both catch our breath.

“Stay the night,” he says. “Please.”

It doesn’t take me very long to make a decision. I don’t have anywhere to be tomorrow, and I desperately want to spend more time with him. “Okay,” I agree, “but I don’t have pajamas.”

“That can be easily remedied.” He stands, walking to the dresser and pulling out two pairs of sweatpants and two t-shirts. “One for me, and one for you.” He tosses me one set of clothes while he pulls on the other. I worry for a moment that his clothes will be too small for me, but when I put them on they’re comfortably snug.

James looks at me as I finish adjusting the t-shirt and says only one word:

“Perfect.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

“ARE YOU COMINGto the gym today?” I’ve been working for a few hours today and have managed to not text James yet, but as soon as his text comes through, I can’t help but smile.

“That’s the plan,” I type back quickly. I ended up spending the entire weekend at his house, only leaving late last night to go home and sleep before coming into work today. And despite my only being separated from him for a little over twelve hours, I already miss him. I held off on texting him this morning, worried that I might come across as too clingy, but I smile at the fact that he only has taken a few hours to think of me and send a message today.

Okay, I’m definitely reading into this too much.

My phone buzzes with another text. “Good, I’ll be there. I have a present for you.”

“A present? What is it?”

“It’s a surprise. I think you’ll enjoy it though.”

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