Page 39 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

The alcohol emboldened me. “Then take me.”

He didn’t hesitate. Grabbing my thighs, he stood, lifting me with him. He carried me to the bed and set me down, then started to undress.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him as he slid off his cut, then his shirt, revealing a defined six-pack.

Thank you, God.

His pants were next, and my gaze went to his bulging boxer briefs.

I licked my lips, excited and nervous at the same time. He walked over to me and tugged at my jeans. “You next.”

I unbuttoned my jeans, then let him pull them off. He climbed on the bed over me, then helped me take off my shirt. “I want to taste every inch of you,” he rasped.

Oh God.

He crushed his lips to mine, pressing his erection against my hot center. I gasped against his mouth, breaking the kiss. He kissed along my jaw and down the side of my neck to my chest.

I wasn’t wearing a bra with my top, and Jameson took full advantage, taking my nipple into his mouth and sucking. Arching against him, I hissed in pleasure as he teased and played with the sensitive bud.

He moved to my other breast, flicking the nipple with his tongue before sucking it like the other. He snaked a hand down to my sex, sliding between my wet folds to play with my clit. His other hand massaged the breast not in his mouth.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, writhing beneath him. I was going to orgasm before he even put his cock inside me.

“You’re so wet,” he murmured against my breast, licking around my nipple. “I bet you’re going to come all over my fingers.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, tipping my head back. Jameson slipped his fingers inside me, causing me to moan again. His thumb rubbed my clit as he pumped his fingers and took my nipple back in his mouth.

And I came on his fingers in less than a minute.

Jameson sat up, bringing his eyes to mine as he pulled his fingers from inside me and put them in his mouth, thoroughly sucking my orgasm off them.

I almost came again.

“Mmm,” he murmured with a smirk. “So fucking good.”

He moved down my body, placing my legs over his shoulders and gripping my hips. He blew air on my hot center and I jerked.

Smirking, he licked his lips before he leaned forward and licked me from my opening up between my folds. I gasped, arching against him as he teased my clit with his tongue and teeth.

Jameson was making noises ranging from growls to groans of pleasure. As I writhed beneath him, he held me tighter, pushing his face deeper into my sex.

I’d never had any kind of oral sex before. When I’d lost my virginity back in high school, there was groping and making out, but nothing else besides actual penetration. Same with Gabe in New Orleans.

What I was experiencing was beyond my wildest dreams. I’d read about it in my books but never thought I’d get to experience it for myself.

I was even happier that I’d made the decision to leave home. Otherwise, I never would’ve met Jameson and be living one of my fantasies come to life.

His tongue plunged inside me, and he expertly circled it along my walls. I moaned, on the brink of orgasm again, arching myself against Jameson’s mouth to push him deeper.

After a few more swirls of his tongue, I came undone. My thighs trembled as I cried out, and Jameson held me tighter, still devouring me like I was a gourmet meal.

Tremors ran through me, and my body went limp. Jameson made that sexy growl as he sucked my pussy lips, then licked me clean.

Oh. My. God.

Sitting up, he licked his reddened, swollen lips. He was the hottest man I’d ever seen, and I couldn’t believe he was with me. Guys like him usually were more interested in girls like Elise, not chubby Latinas from Miami.

“That … that was amazing,” I whispered, still feeling the buzz of the orgasm. “I’ve never had an orgasm before.”

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