Page 37 of Tempt Me

“What’s wrong, kitten?” Jameson asks, walking up to me and pulling me into his arms.

I fight against his hold until he lets me go and makes sure I’m steady before giving me the space I need.

“You’re what’s wrong, Jameson. Do you truly not fucking see what’s wrong with our relationship?” I question him, my voice filled with the anger coursing through me as I look at him and only him.

“What are you talkin’ about, kitten? There’s nothin’ wrong with our relationship. We’ve been spendin’ time together, talkin’ about everythin’, and I haven’t been pushin’ you away or anythin’. What are we lackin’?” he asks, confusion filling his face as I fight the need to slap him so he wakes the fuck up and sees how he’s hurting me now.

“You told me you’d spend the rest of your life showing me how much you love me and that you’d never hurt me again. Yet, you hurt me every fucking day and don’t even know what the hell I’m talking about. Yes, we do everything you just said. But there’s one area that we’re definitely lacking in these days. Ever since I was taken by that asshole, you haven’t touched me. You hold me when we’re in bed and still touch me when we’re sitting together or driving to an appointment or something, but that’s it. You haven’t had sex with me or even look at me as if you still want me since then. I told you he didn’t rape me and yet you no longer want me. Are you fucking someone else, Jameson?” I ask him, the tears finally spilling over as I look at him and try to figure out where we went so wrong.

“You really think I don’t want you, kitten?” he asks and I nod in response as he steps up to me, our bodies pressed together. “I want you every fuckin’ day. I’ve never wanted another person more than you in my entire fuckin’ life, Zoey. You were the one who was taken and almost sexually assaulted. The nightmares and everythin’ are finally goin’ away and I don’t want to fuckin’ bring them back because I want to fuck you. I’ve taken more fuckin’ showers in the last three months since you were told you could resume all normal activities than when I first learned what my cock was for. Every night I lay in bed with you in my arms, imaginin’ all the ways I want to fuck you. Things we haven’t even attempted to explore since we started havin’ sex. What I refuse to do is push you beyond your limits and set you back in your recovery. I would never fuckin’ cheat on you with anyone. No one will ever compare to you, kitten, and that’s the fuckin’ truth.”

“Jameson, I want you to fuck me. I need to know you still want me and that our marriage is more than in name only. Please, make me feel as if you still want me,” I plead with my husband.

Jameson doesn’t hesitate to press in even closer and wrap his arms around me. We’re as close as we can get with my stomach in between us. The twins kick in response to feeling their daddy as Jameson lowers his head and presses his lips against mine. In seconds, I open my mouth for him and he doesn’t hesitate to deepen the kiss while lifting me in his arms as if I weigh nothing at all. My husband doesn’t break the kiss as he leaves the kitchen and carries me up to our room. I honestly don’t know how we’re gonna have sex with how huge I am. My stomach is no longer a baby bump. It’s large and constantly gets in the way because I’m short and have to find new ways to do everything because my stomach is always pressing into the counter or wherever else I am.

I’m carefully laid on the bed as Jameson finally breaks the kiss leaving me a panting heap in front of him. He reaches the hem of my shirt and lifts it from my body, his rough hands skimming the soft, sensitive skin of my sides as I squirm under the feel of his hands on me after so long. I’m not wearing a bra today so once my shirt is completely removed I’m exposed to Jameson. He stares at my body and lets his eyes slowly travel from the top of my head to my chest, and finally down to my stomach. Reaching out once again, he slides my leggings and panties from my body at the same time, dropping them on the floor at the side of the bed as soon as my feet are free of them.

“So fuckin’ sexy, kitten. I’ll never get enough of your body,” he says, his words wrapping around me in a soft embrace because I can see the truth of them in the way he’s looking down at me.

Jameson strips out of his clothes and lets them fall to the floor after setting his cut on the dresser. He moves to the closet and walks back out with my rag in his hands and a mischievous smirk on his sexy face that’s covered in the five o’clock shadow I love so much on him. My husband walks straight up to the edge of the bed and reaches out to help me up. Once I’m sitting in front of him, Jameson slides my rag on my body and moves my hair so it’s over my shoulders and out of the way. He moves me around so I’m on my hands and knees at the edge of the bed before I watch him grab a pillow and place it under my stomach.

“Are you comfortable, kitten?” he asks, ready to grab another pillow if I’m not comfortable.

“I’m okay, baby. I just need you to touch me, Jameson. Please don’t make me wait any longer,” I beg him, watching over my shoulder as he drops to his knees and leans in toward my pussy.

I dig my hands into the blankets as Jameson slides his tongue through my folds. This is a new position for us as he devours my pussy from behind me. Twisting his body and moving around, he moves his mouth so he can suck my clit into his mouth and gently bite down while sliding a finger in my empty pussy. My back arches under his touch and I can’t stop the moans from escaping as he plays my body like a finely tuned instrument. It’s been so long since I’ve had his touch that it doesn’t take me long at all to find my release the second Jameson adds a second finger to my pussy and bites down again on my clit.

“Jameson!” I scream out as my entire body shakes and tightens as I fly over the edge and sail through the air.

Jameson doesn’t ease up as he continues to slide his fingers in and out of my pussy while continuing to suck on my clit. A second orgasm rushes through me directly after the first one as I scream out his name once again and almost collapse to the bed and pillow beneath me. Finally, my husband slides his fingers from me and releases my clit from his mouth. I’m panting and trying to catch my breath once again as I feel my husband stand up behind me and rub his hands up and down my back for a minute as I finally start to come down from my release.

“Are you okay, kitten? Do you want me to continue?” he questions me, not taking his hands from my back as I look over my shoulder to find his eyes where his name rests on the rag.

“I’m okay, baby. I want to feel your dick inside me. Please give it to me, Jameson,” I tell him, not looking away from him.

“If it becomes too much or you feel any pain, tell me immediately and I’ll stop,” he warns me, finally looking at me instead of just my back.

I continue to watch as Jameson lines his cock up with my entrance and slowly slides inside, his eyes glued to my back once again as he stares at the declaration of me being his property. He gives me a minute to adjust to feeling him inside me again before pulling back out. It doesn’t take my husband long to set a punishing pace as his hips thrust against me, our skin slapping together while his hands dig into my hips. I’ll have bruises from this and I don’t even care. I want Jameson’s marks on my body and have missed seeing them on me.

It doesn’t take long before I feel my body starting to build toward another release and I have a feeling this one is going to be harder and bigger than the previous ones. Jameson reaches around me and wraps his hand around my throat, giving me my favorite kind of necklace. Using slight pressure, he pulls my body up so my back is plastered against the front of his body. I’d prefer to feel his skin against mine, but this is Jameson’s fantasy and he’s finally able to live it so I keep my mouth shut. Not letting go of the hand around my neck, Jameson reaches around and supports my stomach with his other hand.

“Touch yourself, kitten. I’m so fuckin’ close and need you to get there. Now,” he demands, a thrill rushing through me with his words.

I slide my hand down my body slowly as Jameson watches me from over my shoulder. Finally, I reach my clit and start pinching it before rubbing circles around it the way I like when it’s just my touch. The slow build-up that was taking place in my body increases to an inferno as Jameson starts thrusting his hips harder and faster, his movements starting to become erratic as he chases his release. It doesn’t take me long for my release to explode as Jameson tightens his hand just a fraction around my neck.

“Jameson!” I scream out the best I can as he continues to thrust into me.

“Zoey!” Jameson growls out, finding his release almost immediately after mine starts.

Where my body is shaking uncontrollably, Jameson’s is completely still as he holds himself deep inside my body. When he finally starts to come down from his orgasm, Jameson helps me go to my side and places the pillow under my body so it’s not pulling on my back. He wraps his body around mine from behind and we lay together for a few minutes as our breathing and heart rates return to normal. Jameson rubs my stomach the entire time as I rest my hands on top of his. When we’re both calm, Jameson gets out of bed and lifts me into his arms. He takes us into the bathroom and sets me on the toilet before turning on the shower and letting the water heat up so it’s just beyond cold. No, I’m not allowed to shower on my own and haven’t been for a long time. Jameson doesn’t want something to happen when he’s not here and it’s the least I can do to give him peace of mind while he’s busy with other things. He removes my rag and hangs it on the bathroom door before helping me in the shower in front of him.

Jameson and I don’t linger in the shower. He washes my long hair before rinsing it and putting the conditioner through the strands. While the conditioner sits in my hair, Jameson washes my body before I return the favor for him. We rinse off and he helps me out before grabbing a towel and drying my body off. He hands me a second towel to wrap in my hair before drying his own body off. After hanging the towels up on the bar, he lifts me in his arms once again and takes me into our bed. I tell him dinner’s in the crockpot and waiting for me to finish it. Jameson assures me he’ll wake me up in an hour or so then we can make dinner together. I don’t argue as my eyes slide closed and I let sleep claim as Jameson wraps his arms around my body and pulls me close to him.

Epilogue

Kendle

I’M CURRENTLY UNEMPLOYED. Again. I was working at a bar and didn’t handle a male customer putting his hands on me after I had already previously told him not to more than once. I’ve taken self-defense lessons since I was sixteen years old and put them to use. The bar’s owner happened to be there that night and is friends with the guy who was touching me when I told him not to. I’m sorry, but no means no and I don’t give a fuck who’s the one saying it. So, instead of being pissed on my behalf, my boss fired me on the spot and I doubt I’ll get paid. Kim gave me the contents of the tip jar after witnessing everything because she knows how our boss is. He’s a fucking pig and exploits his female employees for everything they’re worth. He doesn’t even allow the bouncers to step in when we don’t feel safe at work. I don’t honestly know why I took the job other than desperation because I need to pay the bills and stash money aside for my sister.

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