Crave (His Second Chance with Heiress Bryn Christmas Duet #1) - Z.L. Arkadie Page 0,35
didn’t mean to be so fragile.”
“You’re not fragile. You have a strong commitment to your family. That’s one thing I love about you.”
I shook my head adamantly. “I meant freaking out over needing to be free. That was kind of”—I drew circles next to my ear—“cuckoo.”
His sensual mouth smiled. “No, it wasn’t.”
I studied his steady gaze and strong posture. He wasn’t merely trying to pacify me. He means it.
“You love me?” My voice sounded tiny, more vulnerable than I was used to.
“I do.” He kissed my knuckles.
“And you’re not going to run for the hills?”
Still smiling, Jamison shook his head. “Not unless you’re coming with me.”
I could have jumped his bones right then and there. That sort of devotion turned me the hell on. I was so hot for him my skin flashed with heat. It was as if I was having an out-of-body experience. “Pull over. Now.”
I unbuttoned my pants and was pushing them over my feet as the vehicle made an abrupt turn. My panties came off next. We were still moving as I attacked Jamison’s belt, button, then zipper.
He sucked a sharp intake of air between his teeth when my hand wrapped around his shaft. The layers of his manhood felt so damn erotic, soft skin surrounding impenetrable rigidness and thickness. I lowered my head. I had to have him in my mouth.
“Oh!” Jamison cries out at first suck.
The saltiness of his sweat and precum make me cream.
“Inside you,” he mutters, lifting me by the arm and guiding me onto his lap.
I spread my thighs. He grasps his cock. I lift my lower body. Our eyes connect. His fingers go in and out of me and then around my clit.
“Ha…” I whisper then swallow the extra saliva in my mouth.
Ceremoniously, I lower my saturated and throbbing pussy over his erection. I’m so wet that he glides in like magic.
“Oh,” I cry and toss my head back as Jamison’s eager hands clamp down on my hips, and he thrusts my pussy against his fullness.
He does me hard and deep, and it feels so damn good. Skin beats against skin. The sound of him crashing into my wetness makes me wetter. Groping for something to hold onto, I reach for the roof and push against it.
“Look at me,” he orders.
I force my lidded eyes open. We’re watching each other.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he says as I shift up and down on his cock.
And so is he.
I moan because he feels so damn good inside me. I lick my swollen lower lip and then bite it. Striking like a rattler, Jamison’s mouth consumes mine. His silky tongue forges deeper into my mouth. Our lips brush, crush, and nibble at each other.
“Shit,” he whispers, and I know what that means.
“Want to slow it down?” I ask, slowly lifting and lowering my pussy over his cock.
Jamison nods. Our foreheads press against each other as he waits. “I still can’t believe I’m in Colorado, and my dick is inside you,” he says.
I chuckle. “Me neither.”
“I missed you.”
“Me too.
Then, without warning, Jamison bounces me against his cock, swiftly, rapidly. He’s in complete control. I hold onto his athletic shoulders, going along for the ride.
“O-O-Ohh…” he whimpers and then shudders as he comes inside me.
We don’t stop. We kiss wildly. I’m unable to merge into Jamison, although that’s exactly what I want to do. We’re playing with fire, but I don’t care. I want whatever he can give me. I want to take him all for myself. I want Jamison Cox to be mine forever.
Chapter Eleven
Bryn Christmas
Jamison and I kissed deeply at each stoplight. We made out against the car before heading into the resort, kissed feverishly in the elevator, and stopped to maul each other in the hallway. It was so odd. I couldn’t get enough of him, and vice versa, apparently. Once we made it to my suite, we went directly to the bedroom and took off our clothes. Eyeing him seductively, I fell onto the bed. Jamison clutched my knees, spread my thighs, and was inside me yet again.
“Bryn,” he said after thrusting his cock deeper in me and holding it there.
“Yes,” I replied in a shaky voice.
“Has a man ever made you come?”
My eyes widened. The question made me feel embarrassed, and I knew why.
“When you went down on me, I had some pretty profound orgasms.” I smiled shyly because I knew that wasn’t what he meant.
“Not that way, babe.”
I struggled to maintain eye contact with him. “Then in what way?”