Page 134 of Their Greatest Strength

Jamie is far from a lesser man. Instead, he’s the one-of-a-kind type that you don’t stumble upon out of nowhere. It was nothing short of a miracle that I found him, some sort of guiding hand from the universe itself leading me to his house.

Whatever it was doesn’t matter now that I have him.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” I admit, keeping him pinned beneath my body.

“Good. You’re mine.”

It’s a blunt, claiming statement.

His hips shift, and I feel the hard length ofhim between my legs. Sparks of pleasure ignite where we touch, and I roll my lip between my teeth, seating more of my weight over his shaft.

Eyes darkening, he presses his fingers harder into my waist and encourages me to grind down. The pressure draws a moan from my chest. I’m tempted to say fuck it and drop to my knees right now. I haven’t had him in my mouth yet, but I’ve been trying to for days.

Jamie’s usually too focused on pleasuring me to pay much attention to the way I reach for his cock and attempt to blow him damn near every night.

Maybe I should change that.

When I shrug his hands off my body, he simply quirks a brow and watches me slide to the floor. The cold, hard floor bites into my knees through my thin leggings, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching for his hips.

His eyes don’t sway while I pop open the button and unzip his jeans. When I tug at the waistband, he lifts his hips and lets me pull them down his legs. Doubt wiggles through my brain once I toss the jeans out of the way, reminding me that I’ve never done this before and will probably be shit at it.

We’ve been taking things slow, and yeah, I’ve jerked him off more than a few times, but this is . . . this is far more intimate. My lack of experience wouldn’t have been such a big hitter if he wasn’t who he is.

The guy who’s probably had his fair share of women in this exact position. Women who didn’t need any guidance or instructions.

In only his tight, black boxer briefs, I can make out every inch of his length as it stretches the material. And when Jamie lifts his shirt an inch up his stomach, I rub my thighs together and stare at the glistening tip peeking out of the waistband.

Callused fingers curl beneath my chin, tipping it back so I’m forced to stare up at his face. “What do you need from me?”

“I don’t know,” I say, hating how hot my cheeks feel.

“You won’t do anything wrong. If you breathe on my dick, I’ll be ready to come.”

I roll my eyes, the corner of my mouth tipping up. “What if I hurt you by accident?”

“Don’t use your teeth and you won’t hurt me.”

To make things easier for me, he pulls down his briefs and chucks them across the room. I swallow the excess spit in my mouth as the full, bare length of him comes into view, and he spreads his legs at the edge of the bed.

“Come here,” he soothes, taking his cock into his hand and giving it a long, slow jerk.

I sway forward, sliding my hands from his knees to his thighs. Cautiously, I reach for him, replacing his hand with mine.

“You know what I like. Now, use your mouth.”

The dark tip is wet with his arousal, and I act without letting myself think. With him hot and hard in my palm, I drop my head and lap at the pearl of liquid.

He hisses a breath and bucks forward, reaching for me but only sliding a gentle hand through my hair.

I moan at the pressure of him threading his fingers through the strands and pulling gently.

“Good girl, Blakely. Do that again.”

There’s more cum waiting the second time I swipe my tongue over the slit. And when I open my jaw and take the whole head into my mouth, it continues to flow.

Batting my lashes, I keep him pressed against my tongue and look up, searching for approval in his burning gaze.

“Take a bit more. Get it nice and wet—fuuuck. Yeah, fill that pretty mouth with your husband’s cock,” he groans, thighs spasming beneath my elbows.

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