Page 40 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

He arched a brow, smirking those full lips of his. “Well, I hope you’re ready for more because I’m just getting started.”

I laughed, a little in disbelief. “Am I dreaming?”

Jameson chuckled, sliding off the bed. He swiftly took off his underwear, and my jaw dropped at his hardened shaft. I whimpered, unable to speak.

He grabbed his jeans and took his wallet out of his back pocket, then fished out a condom. He never took his eyes from mine as he ripped open the wrapper and easily slid it over his cock.

He’d definitely done that a time or two.

Climbing back on the bed, he knelt between my legs. “Are you okay with this?”

I wanted him more than anything in the whole world at that moment, but a knot formed in my throat. Nodding, I gulped. “Yes. I just … don’t have a lot of experience.”

He responded with a small but genuine smile. “Okay. I’ll take it slow.”

I exhaled the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Okay.”

Jameson slowly crawled over me, placing his hands on the sides of my shoulders as he nestled against me. I could feel his erection press against my sex, and I shuddered.

“You okay?” he asked, his face now inches from mine.

I nodded again. “Yes.”

He moved his hand between us and guided his cock to my opening. His eyes met and held mine as he slowly pushed himself inside me, inch by inch.

I hissed from the painful pleasure, and he stilled.

“No!” I gasped. “Don’t stop.”

A gruff chuckle escaped him as he resumed entering me. When he was all the way in, I felt so full; so gloriously full.

Jameson’s eyes closed as he began pumping his hips, languidly moving in and out of me. “Fuck, you’re so tight. That pretty pussy hugs my cock perfectly.”

I moaned in response, trying to focus on all the sensations coursing through me. Pleasure, pain, the buzz of alcohol, and the heady haze of lust.

He brought his lips to mine as he increased his pace, stretching me more and more with every thrust. Our tonguestangled, and the sweet taste of my sex and whiskey flooded my mouth.

I was already close to coming again. Jameson was definitely experienced, and it showed in the way he arched and dipped his hips in perfect rhythm.

I moaned with each thrust, climbing closer and closer to the brink of orgasm again. I’d never felt this way before, and now I knew why people became addicted and thousands of novels centered around sex.

The way Jameson was fucking me was pure ecstasy.

He slipped his hand around my waist to the small of my back and arched me up. A couple more pumps of his hips was all it took to make me come again, and I cried out his name as my body shook in bliss.

He let out a guttural groan, thrusting a few more times before he stilled inside me. We both panted for breath, staring at each other as we floated down from the high of orgasm.

“That was …”

“Amazing,” Jameson finished.

I smiled lazily up at him, fighting to keep my eyes open. “Yes. Amazing,” I murmured before I drifted off to sleep.

The following morning, I woke up to the feel of Jameson pressing his cock against my ass. A smile curved my lips as I pushed back against him, making him groan.

He nipped my shoulder, then my earlobe. “Can I have you again?”

I had to be dreaming. If I was, I was going to enjoy the dream while it lasted. I nodded, a throaty giggle escaping me.

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