Page 41 of Dangerously Tempting

I lift my head again to narrow my eyes at him. “If you expect me to be anything other than a pillow princess after making my legs overcooked noodles, you’re sadly mistaken.”

“Know our kink terms, do we?” he says with a lifted eyebrow.

I flourish my hands at my shirt like it’s a big reveal. “I, too, have dabbled in lots of reading.”

He huffs a laugh and squeezes my thighs. “Good. You should be well versed in what’s going on here, then,” he says motioning between us with a playful glint in his eyes.

I nod my understanding, having known he was dominant since our first interaction.

“You can pillow princess all you want another day. I’ve been waiting too long to be in you again for it to be a watered down experience.” His eyes darken, and his tone drops to that one that makes my whole body pay attention. “So be a good girl and get on your knees while I grab a condom from my bag.”

“I have an IUD,” I blurt, and then try to grasp more words than that when he freezes and just stares at me. “I mean, I’m clean, so if you are, I have an IUD and-I mean, if you want—“

He puts his hand over my mouth to silence me, chuckling. “Christ, woman. You are just determined to make me come before I’m ready to, aren’t you?” I shake my head, and he laughs again. “Yes, I’m clean. But I need you to be sure, Amelia. I need you to be sure that you want this, that you want me. There’s no walking away after this for me, so know that before you say yes.”

He keeps his hand over my mouth for several breaths, his fingers tightening slightly, the only indication that he’s worried about what might come out of my mouth when he pulls away. Little does he know that I had already made up my mind before he got here. There’s already no going back for me. He pulls away slowly, dropping his hand to my throat.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Si. Oui. Ja.” His hand tightens at the sides of my throat and I fall silent as my head swims a little.

“That smart ass mouth,” he growls, pushing between my thighs again. His fingers tighten for a moment and I gasp as the head of his cock nudges my entrance. “You want this cock?” he goads, pushing just the head inside.

I nod as best as I can with his hand gripping my throat. “Please,” I groan.

“Then take it.” He pulls back and thrusts in a bit deeper—once, twice—until he’s fully seated and we both moan. He releases my throat, grabbing my hips to keep me still as he begins to evenly stroke in and out of me. “Fuck, I’ve missed this pussy. So much better without a barrier between us.”

I gasp and groan my agreement, my legs wrapping around him to pull him closer. He shifts so he’s over me more, his hand planted beside my head on the cushion to keep from putting all of his weight on me, and pushes deeper.

“Oh God,” I gasp, pushing my head back.

“Yes. Squeeze me with that wet, tight cunt.” He thrusts faster, maneuvering my hips until he’s getting that perfect stroke that has my eyes rolling back and bliss overtaking my body, as I build up to another orgasm. “That’s it, kitten. Be my good little slut and come all over my cock so I can fill you up with my cum.”

His words shoot me to the peak, and I fall over the other side on a near scream.

“Good fucking girl,” he grits out, fucking me through my orgasm until he’s groaning his own release, the warmth of his cum spreading through me. His weight falls on me a bit as he sags, and I loop my arms over his shoulders to pull him closer as we try to catch our breath.

He kisses my throat before pushing his weight off me and gently pulling out. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asks.

I laugh. “Not at all. You’re not going to break me, Jameson.”

He kisses the inside of my knee as he puts my feet back on the couch and pushes to standing. “I’ll get something to clean you up. Sit tight.”

I raise my eyebrows at him like, ‘Where am I going to go?’ and we both laugh.

We both get cleaned up and climb into my bed, cuddling against each other as the TV plays quietly in the background. In the simplicity of this moment, his body wrapped around mine, and the comfort of his warmth feeling bone deep, it takes everything in me not to say what’s on my mind. My heart and mind are finally in full agreement when it comes to this man.

I love him.

I want to laugh at the realization, but I feel him grow heavier against me. I know that he’s exhausted, having gotten no sleep last night, so I’m not at all surprised when his breaths get deeper and he drifts to sleep while I run my fingers through the longer hair at the top of his head. He looks so peaceful like this, and I can only hope that he can stay that way for the foreseeable future. Now that Tori has disappeared, maybe things can go back to how they were before.

I hope for both of us that she’s gone for good. I’m committed now, and I’ll fight for him, but that doesn’t mean that I want to. I especially don’t enjoy the thought of fighting against someone with an obsession that makes them act in a way that’s completely irrational to me. It’s hard to prepare for or defend yourself in that kind of fight.

I press my lips to his hair, inhaling him before I let my own eyes fall closed. He’s worth it, regardless.

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Jameson

Playlist: "Feel Less," Felix Cartal, Lights

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