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“Neither am I.” He grabs my jaw, leaning down to brush his mouth over mine. “Get on the bed.”

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Tempe

Standing up, I stepbackward until my calves hit the bed, and I sink onto it. My palms find the comforter, and I scoot back until I’m in the center while Jameson stays where he is, watching me with his cock in his hand.

The full intensity of his focus is on me, and I’ve never felt as desired as I do when he strokes his hard cock.

A man everyone wants, but tonight, he’s mine.

I press my thighs together, and he immediately shakes his head.

“Spread your legs, Tempe. Let me see your pretty pussy drip.”

I slowly spread my knees open, dragging my hand over my stomach and walking my fingers down. My pussy aches with the need for him, and when I dip my fingers inside myself, Jameson’s jaw clenches.

“You have a lot of patience,” I say, pushing my fingers in deeper, watching him tighten his grip on his cock.

“Patience is a virtue.” His gaze meets mine. “And very effective.”

“How?”

“Because anticipation makes everything better.”

Jameson steps forward, reaching behind his back to strip off his T-shirt. Moonlight cascades over his chest, reflecting off the solid ripples of his muscles that draw a beautiful path to his perfectly chiseled abs. His arms are covered in ink, with the Twisted Kings patch prominent on his right shoulder.

Jameson strips off his pants next, and he’s an unholy sight.

A god to his men.

A blessing to women.

Mine for the night.

“Be a good girl and give me a taste.” He pauses at the foot of the bed, dropping a knee onto it.

I pull my fingers out, and he grabs my wrist, sucking them into his mouth and rolling his tongue over them.

“Such a sweet cunt.” He drags his tongue over my fingers once more before moving lower, tugging my hips and pulling my pussy to his face.

He dives between my legs, licking the full length of me before slowly circling my clit. My hands fly into his hair as he draws figure eights.

“Whiskey tastes better on you.” He grins, and I look down, realizing it spilled all the way down the front of me when he poured it into my mouth.

Jameson sucks on my clit, and my back arches.

“Yes.” My eyes seal shut, moaning when he does it again.

But right as I start to build, he pulls back, refusing me my release.

“Please don’t stop.” I thrash my head in irritation.

“No?” He nips at the inside of my thigh. “Why not?”

“I need it.” I dig my fingers into his scalp.

“How bad?” He brushes his tongue over my pussy, holding my hips to the bed when I try to lift them in search of friction. “I want to hear you beg.”

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