Page 173 of Charming Deception

“Yes,” he murmurs. He yanks me down farther, hard, filling me completely.

The flood of heat flushes through me fast, and my body reacts, knowing what to do. I start riding him in a quick, almost frantic rhythm, hungry for him, as he murmurs sweet encouragements between the kisses he lavishes on my breasts.

And at the same time, he slaps my ass.

I reach behind myself, where his swollen ball sac is nestled under my ass. I’m grinding on it and he’s already coated in my slick juices and his own precome. I squeeze gently, and his balls throb, telling me the sweet pressure is probably driving him insane.

His hand falters, losing the rhythm as he spanks me, and I know I’m winning the little battle for control.

“So big,” I purr. “My man is so loaded.”

His eyes flash with something deep and dark and heady, and overflowing with lust.

I struggle to retain my composure longer than he does. I can feel him stirring, restless with the urge to come already.

Or maybe he’s just fighting the urge to flip us over, throw me down, and drive into me without mercy, punishing me further for teasing him.

He grits his teeth and growls something in his throat that’s not quite words as I tease his balls, stroking, then squeezing with my slick fingers until I feel the answering throb. Over and over.

He groans hoarsely.

“You feel so full and needy,” I gasp out.

It’s me who’s needy, desperate to climax with him again.

“It’s all for you,” he grits out, grabbing my breasts to shove them together and stroking his long, hot tongue between them. “Tell me to come.”

“Yeah? Do you need to come?”

He growls again, swallowing back his answer to that. He seems to know only two words now. “Fuck, Megan. Fuck.”

“Yeah,” I breathe. “Fill me up, Jamie.”

I lean forward a bit, inviting him to chase, my breasts bouncing in his face as he rams his hips up, driving into me repeatedly.

“You feel so good,” I gush.

I’m turned into this purely sexual being every time he’s inside me.

I know nothing but the want of pleasing him.

The want of exploding in quivering, shaking fireworks with him as my heart bursts open.

When he lets go, it’s with a loud groan as he buries his face between my breasts, his hands gripping my ass. His cock jerks, pouring his heat into me. His fingers dig into my flesh—and one of them touches my asshole.

I whimper without meaning to, and he pushes his finger into me.

My whole body is a rush of conflicting sensations as that probing finger drives deep.

I come as he whispers sweet things about how perfect I am against my throat.

I shake, my back arching, a scream of relief tearing from my throat as he rocks into me and the waves of orgasm crash through me.

Afterwards, he wraps his arms around me.

“Megan,” he gasps as we settle, pressed together, heavy and hot, panting.

“Did you really book us here for a week?” I whisper shakily as it hits me that he brought me here for this, and I get a little choked up again.

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