Page 65 of Forever Wild

My body is on fire, and only he can control the burn. I take matters into my own hands, lifting my hips to push my jeans to the ground. He licks his lips, watching my thong-clad pussy as it lifts and drops back to the mattress.

“Jesus,” he sighs, and my head falls back to the mattress as my hand moves to my breast, kneading and pinching. It’s not like I’ve never done this for myself. And at this point, I am too far gone. I can’t stop. If he is going to torture me, I’ll just do it myself.

Suddenly, Jameson is there, hovering over me, his hand replacing mine as he pinches and rolls my nipple. “So sexy,” he hums against my lips before he devours them again.

He kisses down my body until he reaches my black thong. His eyes flick back up to my face, and I give him a small nod before he turns his attention back to my underwear, giving them a gentle tug and pulling them down my legs. His briefs quickly follow.

Buzz, buzz. “Jesus fucking Christ,” Jameo mutters, searching for his phone. Buzz, buzz. When he finds it, he takes one look at the screen and angrily holds the side button, turning it completely off. “Fucking Lila has the goddamn worst timing in the fucking world.” Then he turns his full attention back to me.

Jameson stands at the end of the bed, taking in the sight of me laid bare in front of him while I do the same, admiring his broad shoulders, his strong abs, and his thick dick standing proudly at attention. Noticing the direction of my attention, he grips the base of his cock, giving it a soft tug, his head falling back in pleasure.

Seeing him like this, the last remaining thread of my control snaps, and I close my eyes, my hand snaking between my legs, applying the pressure I so desperately need.

“Bryn.” His voice is like steel, cutting through the fog of my arousal.

“Hmm?” I murmur.

“That. Is. Mine.”

Wetness coats my fingers at his claim, and I look up to find him hovering over my pussy. Grabbing my hand, he brings my fingers into his mouth, sucking my slick off with a groan.

Then he pins my hands by my hips as he nudges my knees apart with his legs. Sinking onto his haunches, he buries his head in my pussy, his tongue flicking my aching clit.

I gasp, the tight pressure of my orgasm flickering to life at the base of my core.

He licks my pussy, his tongue savoring my taste before plunging it into me, his middle finger circling my clit, coaxing a whimper from my lips. I ride his face as the mounting orgasm builds, and hearing my moans, he slips two fingers inside of me, curling them forward to stroke my core until I’m trembling with pleasure, gripping handfuls of the comforter beneath us.

“I’m about to—” I thrash my head to the side, trying to piece my fracturing mind back together to remember what words are. “Come,” I grit out as, suddenly, he’s gone.

I lift my head, watching from under hooded eyes as he finds his wallet and pulls out a condom. I reach down, my finger finding my clit as Jameo rips the top off with his teeth.

“Tell me,” he hisses as he rolls the condom down his thick shaft, “if I go too fast.”

I nod, and he lowers himself slowly over me, his thick shoulders bulging as he strains with the effort of it.

“Fuck me, Jameo,” I whine.

“B, I… I’m not sure I can go slow.”

“I don’t”—I thrust my hips up, connecting with his straining erection—“want slow.” I bite his lower lip, tasting a hint of blood as I pull away.

He lets out a huff of air as his hips lower, so fucking slowly, toward the molten lava center of my core.

I wiggle, trying to push myself up higher, but he clicks his tongue. “Slowly, B.”

“Ugghhh—” My protest is cut off by the feel of his thick length sliding home, filling me.

He pauses, giving me a second to adjust to his size before slowly continuing in, inch by inch. As he makes one final push that leaves him fully seated inside me, he hits a spot deep inside me that makes my pussy clench around him.

“Oh, fuck, B. Oh, fuck.”

Jameson starts moving, pumping in and out of me in a rhythm that tightens the coil inside me with each movement. As he thrusts, his hot lips find mine, his kisses promising an ecstasy beyond any I’ve felt before.

Before I know it, my orgasm has built back to its peak, my legs shaking with the need to jump headfirst over the ledge.

I break the connection between our lips, panting, “Jameo. I’m—I’m there. I’m…”

He grips my ass, increasing his speed as he grunts, “Just…about…there.”

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