Page 41 of Jameson: Mayhem Makers

“Thank fuck,” he said, his hand slipping between us. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if you’d said no.”

A gasp was my response because his head pressed against my entrance, and he slowly pushed himself the rest of the way into me.

I felt even fuller than the night before. The position must’ve allowed him deeper access because I didn’t know how he was farther inside me than the last time.

Jameson began to pump his hips as a hand came up and grabbed one of my breasts. I hissed from the sensation, still sore from last night but wanting as much as I could get of the painful pleasure.

Because I didn’t think I’d ever hook up with someone like Jameson again. Girls like me didn’t land guys like him.

Jameson let go of my breast and gripped the back of my neck, pushing me forward. His thrusts quickened, and I couldn’t help but moan as he pounded into me, rougher than he was last night.

And I was loving every single second of it.

“God, I love your pussy. The way you hug my cock,” Jameson growled. “I can’t get enough.”

I was so caught up in the pleasure and lust that there was no way I could respond.

I pushed back against him, and he growled, thrusting harder and faster. His other hand snaked around to play with my clit, and after a few strokes of his fingers, I cried out in bliss.

Jameson pumped into me a few more times, then pulled out of me with a groan. I could hear him panting for breath behind me, and when he finally caught it, I felt him moving off the bed.

He was holding his cock in one hand as he made his way to the bathroom. “Gonna hop in the shower real quick and get cleaned up.” He smirked at me. “Don’t get out of that bed.”

I stifled a giggle. “Yes, sir.”

Grabbing my phone off the nightstand, I quickly checked it to see what time it was and if Elise had sent me any messages. It was still early, a little before eight in the morning, so I doubted Elise was awake.

Especially if she had a night like mine.

A smile curved my lips. I was sore but sated in a way I never knew possible. I was kind of worried that Jameson set the bar too high for anyone else.

Jameson came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, wearing just a towel. His long hair was put up in a messy bun on top of his head, and I couldn’t help but look him up and down.

“Like what you see?” he asked with a smirk.

My cheeks heated. “Very much.”

He let the towel fall, and his cock was at full attention even though he’d just came. “If you keep looking at me like that, we’re never going to get out of that bed.”

I bit down on my bottom lip, not opposed to the idea of staying in bed with Jameson all day. Hell, I might just stay in bed with him for the two days we had left in Vegas.

He growled before pouncing on top of me. I squealed with delight as he climbed under the covers with me and nudged my legs open with his knees, seating himself between my thighs. The press of his warm shaft against my aching sex made me gasp, and Jameson crushed his lips to mine, threading his fingers in my hair.

That was all we did for a few minutes. Touching and making out like two hormonal teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off each other.

Jameson tore his mouth from mine, panting. “I don’t know what you do to me, but I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

I smiled, my lips stinging. “The feeling is mutual.”

He kissed me again, then slipped inside me. I moaned in his mouth as Jameson pumped his hips, deep but slow, and theway he fucked me seemed different from before. Like it meant something.

His hands caressed my body as his lips roamed my skin. Thrust after thrust, kiss after kiss, I was completely lost in Jameson and the feel of him in me and all over me.

No words were spoken; only lustful moans, throaty breaths, and the sound of our skin slapping together created a symphony I never wanted to end.

When we both found our orgasm, I felt like I was in a daze. I’d never experienced anything like what we’d just done, but I knew it was more than just some casual hookup.

I didn’t notice Jameson had gotten out of bed until he was climbing back in it. My body was limp, buzzing with the aftershock of the orgasms he had given me.

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