Page 66 of Forever Wild

The change in angle causes him to hit that spot inside me, and I fall over the edge, a moan bursting from my lips as I clench around his hard length still pumping in and out of me.

Chapter thirty-two

Jameson

“Fuuuuck.” Her pussy was tight before, but now, as her walls squeeze around me, the wetness of her orgasm coating my dick, I can’t hold myself back. I pump in and out, my hips out of control as my own orgasm builds to unbelievable heights at the base of my spine.

I grip her ass, my fingers digging into her round perfection, as I angle her just right, hitting the exact tempo I’ve been craving.

My vision goes black as I come, my guttural roar filling the room.

I ride out what might be the strongest orgasm of my life, my hips continuing to pump until every last drop is spent. I drop my forehead to Bryn’s, shifting my weight to my elbows as I breathe in her scent.

Her shuddering breath rumbles through me, jarring me back to my senses.

That was fucking perfection. I may truly be ruined for the rest of my life after that. If that is what she was like her first time…oh, shit. That was her first time.

“Oh my God. Bryn. Are you…?” I search for the answer to my unspoken question in her eyes. “Was that…okay?”

I’m so fucked. My dick springs back to attention, already ready to see what she’s like now that she’s gotten the first time out of her way. Or maybe that was beginner’s luck. That has to be it. There is no possible way she can rock my world at that level repeatedly. I’ve been with plenty of women to know that’s not a reasonable expectation to have.

She raises her eyebrow. “Is ‘okay’ how you would describe it?”

I love how feisty she is. I can assure you I was not that confident after losing my virginity, but she…she should be confident. That was amazing.

Shoving against my shoulder, she pushes me onto my back, slipping her leg over my waist to straddle me. Leaning forward, she pins my hands next to my head with hers and asks again, “Was that just okay for you?”

“Fuck, no.” I strain upward and nip her lower lip. “That was”—I search for the words to describe how absolutely life-changing the last hour had been—“mind-blowing.”

Her hot breath tickling my ear, she whispers, “Yeah, well, I’m inclined to agree. I’m not some blushing fifteen-year-old girl who has never had an orgasm before. I know what I like, and—not to inflate that already enormous ego of yours—but you delivered exactly that.”

I know she told me not to let it inflate my ego, but, yeah, there’s no way I’m not going to consider that the greatest compliment I’ve ever been given. Might even request it on my gravestone.

Realizing I’m still wearing the used condom, I roll Bryn off me and stand to go clean up. “I’m just going to take care of…” I gesture down at my still-hard penis. Then I look at her, an uncomfortable realization about virgins crossing my mind. “Wait, do you need to clean up? Is there”—I look at the white comforter and then back to her face, feeling my own cheeks heat—“blood?”

Smooth, Jameo. Real smooth. The women in my life would be so disappointed at how poorly I just handled that. Thank God they will never know.

“Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she scoffs. “Jesus, Jameo, this isn’t the 1800s. As both a past athlete and a regular tampon-wearer, I have no doubt my hymen and I went our separate ways many, many years ago.” She smirks at me as I walk away. “So don’t try to get any of those cows you paid for me back from my father.”

“I don’t think that’s how dowries worked,” I comment over my shoulder as I head into the bathroom.

She throws one of the square blue pillows at my head. “You’re right. Somehow, women were so worthless that their fathers had to pay for someone to marry them.”

I tie the condom and throw it in the trash, letting the water heat before wetting a towel and bringing it out to Bryn.

“You know, I’d consider it…for the right number of cows, of course,” I say, leaning in to kiss her.

Fuck, did I just offer to marry her for cows?

She smacks my ass, laughing, before pulling me back down until I’m fully covering her body with mine, exploring my mouth with hers.

We lie in bed, alternating between exploring each other’s bodies and catching each other up on the little things until there is a knock at the door, our food finally arriving from room service.

We both jump up, grabbing robes from the closet before I yell, “Come in!”

Bryn heads into the bathroom to see to her needs as I head out into the living area, directing the dark-haired waitress where to leave our food tray. I slip her a generous tip, thanking her as she leaves.

As the door closes, Bryn slips into the living room, her hands tucked deep into the pockets of her robe. Settling down on the couch, she pulls her knees up next to her, resting her head back and closing her eyes.

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