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Jameson

Playlist: "No Mercy," Austin Giorgio

It takes a moment for her words to fully sink in, and it’s just enough time for her brain to run wild and think that a denial is my answer. Damn this woman and her mind convincing her that she’s less than she is. She’s off the stool, trying to go for the doorway, when I grab her arm and yank her back to me.

She collides into my chest with a gasp, her foot getting caught up in the stool and sending it clattering to the floor as I grip her arms to keep her upright. She looks up at me, her eyes wild, and I feel like I have a beast caged beneath my skin as I suck in breath after breath trying to calm it.

“Say it again.” The words come from my mouth but sound nothing like me. I’m suddenly all animal, needing her to confirm that I can claim her as my own. Her mouth opens and closes several times, nothing coming out, so I give her a little shake. I move one hand up to her throat, forcing her head back so she’ll meet my eyes. “Say. It. Again,” I growl.

“I love you,” she cries, her eyes swimming with tears.

My grip around her throat tightens, and I use it to pull her all the closer as I lower my head to crash our mouths together. She gasps against my lips, her tears flooding free of her eyes and cascading down her cheeks, and I push my tongue into her mouth, needing to taste, touch, pleasure every part of her until she realizes that she’s mine. Mine.

I will spend the rest of our lives convincing her, if that’s what it takes. I will make sure she knows that she has all of me, and that there will never be anyone else. I might have the proverbial control, but I will always be at this woman’s feet, meeting any need that she might have.

I let her throat go and she groans her displeasure, but I turn her, pushing her chest down against the top of the island. She gasps as I press myself to her back, leaning over her to put my mouth to her ear.

“Do you mean that?” I question, and she nods vigorously, so I pull back to slap her ass through the dress she wore to work.

“Yes,” she moans, pushing back into my hand as I rub her ass cheek.

I bunch the dress up, pushing it up over her ass and clench my teeth, sucking in a breath through my nose as I uncover her thigh highs, garter belt, and thong. I take the offending fabric keeping me from the rest of her body between my fists and rip it away. At this rate, I’ll have to buy her new panties every month, but I don’t even give a shit.

I lean down, squeezing her ass cheeks and spreading them, before I lick over her pussy. She jolts against the edge of the counter, and I push her into it so she can’t get away as I devour her. I pull out all the tricks I know she eats up every time, sucking her clit hard as she spirals into her first orgasm, delving my tongue into her as I pinch her clit for a second one, and curling my fingers into her, teasing the finger of my other hand over the puckered bud of her ass for the third.

She’s quivering against the counter when I stand to full height again, jerking my belt and pants open before shoving them down over my ass. I step closer, putting my cock at her entrance, and lean over her back again. I grip the back of her neck and she presses back into my hand as I bring my lips to her ear again.

“Again,” I demand.

“I love you,” she says quickly, and I push into her before she’s fully done saying the words, pulling a moan from her throat. I pump into her at a slow pace, reaching my hand down to work a finger inside her alongside my cock, and her back arches as she gasps at the extra intrusion. I gather as much of her wetness as I can before pulling my hand free, sliding it up to push against her other entrance.

I pause my thrusts, the only sound in the room our gasping breaths, and start to work my finger in. Her head falls down against the counter and I stroke my other hand along her back.

“Good girl,” I praise, starting to rock my hips again. “I’m going to fuck you here.” I push in a second finger so she’s certain of where, and she groans. “Do you know why?”

She shakes her head against the counter and I chuckle, freezing my movements to lean over her again.

“Because you’re mine and I’m going to claim every part of you. Mine, Amelia. Mine. Because you love me. And I love you.”

She sucks in a breath beneath me, turning to meet my eyes, nodding her understanding. “Please,” she breathes. “Claim all of me.”

I push back again, working my fingers into her, scissoring them, stretching, and fucking into her at the same time until we’re both a sweaty mess. Neither one of us cares. I work another finger in, spitting over her spread hole to help the motion, and she goes tense beneath me as another orgasm rocks through her.

I think of everything but her pussy squeezing around my cock so as not to go over the edge with her, squeezing my teeth together so hard I might need to go see my dentist. By the time she comes down, I’m shuddering myself, just shy of the edge when I pull free from her with both my cock and my fingers.

“Are you ready, kitten?” I ask, taking a moment to stare up at the ceiling and calm my dick the hell down.

“Yes, Sir.”

Fucking hell. This woman will be the death of me.

I grip her ass cheeks, spreading them and rolling them under my hands to tease her the same way she’s teasing me with her words. I release her before notching the head of my cock at her entrance, taking another second to compose myself but she takes it as a chance to push back against me.

“Fuck,” I hiss as I breach the tight ring of muscle, reaching to grab the edge of the counter to steady myself as I pin her back to the counter with my other hand. I nudge in farther before pulling back to repeat the motion, sliding in just a little bit more each time. This is agony and euphoria at the same time, my balls drawing up tight as I bite my own tongue to distract myself.

“Are you okay?” I force out, and she nods vigorously as words allude her. She shifts a bit under my hand and the new position has me sliding in the rest of the way as we both groan. “Are you sure?”

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