Page 165 of Charming Deception

She wants me pounding against her clit and driving her open, filling her with heat until she shatters, coming again.

We both want that.

She’s so fucking gorgeous beneath me. I take her lush mouth in a deep kiss. Her hands are all over me, squeezing and pulling me close.

I want to make it last.

I want to make us both wait for it.

I want to possess her again and again, feeling her from the inside for hours on end.

But I’m already so close. And so is she.

I can feel it.

Her skin is flushed, and she’s panting, her chest moving against mine.

I slow the pace of my hips as I hold back my climax.

I want her to come again first.

I lower my mouth to her breast and suck her pink nipple into my mouth. It’s flushed and firm, and I suckle, growling with the effort to maintain my control.

She tastes so fucking sweet. Like love. Like everything good I’ve ever denied myself, right here beneath me, for the taking.

I want to make her see stars.

I want to pour myself into her.

I’m way too fucking close.

My hand finds her throat and grabs her jaw just before I get there. I hold her tight, looking into her eyes.

“Megan. Baby. Come for me.” My voice is harsh, broken, and she bucks beneath me, her hips meeting mine, over and again.

She whimpers.

“That’s it. Good girl.”

I feel her tighten around me. Her pussy squeezes, then ripples around me as her orgasm hits and she cries out.

I kiss her again, deep and slow.

I keep thrusting, slow and hard, savoring her sweet convulsions. I’m so bent on making sure she gets off, my own orgasm slips away.

Momentarily.

When she comes down, panting softly, her hips slowing right down, I nuzzle her breasts. I bite her nipple softly, making her moan. Then I bite her neck.

She cries out, bucking into me, loving it.

I can’t hold back anymore.

My hand tightens around her throat as I fuck her, driving into her faster and faster. “Can you come again?” I demand. “Right now?”

She nods, clutching at my ass with her hands, squeezing. Her hips move frantically against mine. Her eyelids drift.

“Jameson…”

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