Page 70 of Steel

“Please, Jameson.” I tip my head back as he teases my clit with his tongue. “Please let me come.”

“Better.” He drives his tongue inside me, his fingers flicking my clit as he fucks me with his mouth.

But right as I’m about to come again, he pulls back, pinning my hips to the bed.

“Fuck.” I slap my hands over my eyes, tipping my head back in frustration. “Why are you doing this?”

“I told you I’d teach you a lesson, wildfire. You need to learn it’s not smart to test a patient man. I could do this all night. Until your cunt makes a mess of my bed, and you’re begging me to put you out of your misery with my cock.” He drags his tongue over my pussy. “You might be wild, but I’ll enjoy the challenge of making you submit.”

“Please, Jameson.” I dig my fingers into his hair again.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he nips at the inside of one thigh then the other. He watches me as he slowly skates his tongue in, sucking my clit into his mouth and humming.

This time, he doesn’t let up. He makes artwork with his tongue. And when I finally reach the precipice, I come so hard my vision gets dark.

White noise fills my ears, and I’m floating.

Jameson lifts, bracing his hand on the bed for leverage. He pinches my nipple, and my body is so incredibly sensitive from my still-fading climax that it makes me scream. His nose moves down the side of my neck as he breathes me in. Moving his hand to my other breast, he pinches that nipple even harder.

“I warned you we shouldn’t do this.” He looks down at me writhing for him. “I’m no good for you.”

“You’re not all bad.”

“You sure about that?” Jameson reaches for my jaw, grazing his thumb across it as he tips my head back.

His fingers tighten as his hard cock puts pressure between my legs. I rock my hips along him, chasing that fear mixed with excitement.

His hips shift forward, teasing me like he’s going to push in before resisting and pulling back.

“Please.” I tip my head back when he continues to torture me.

“That’s a good girl, begging for my cock.” Jameson circles my clit with his thumb. “Open your legs, and let me see how much you want it.”

I widen my legs further, looking down as Jameson slides himself through my slickness. He coats his cock in my excitement, grazing up and down. But every time I lift my hips, he pulls away.

“Please, Jameson.”

“What do you need, wildfire?”

“I need you to fuck me.” I grab his shoulders, and my nails dig in so hard I nearly break skin.

It draws light to Jameson’s eyes, and I watch him break beneath what he’s been resisting.

One moment.

He’s holding back, and then he’s thrusting in. A strong, brutal shift that kicks the air from my lungs. It might even stop my heart.

He fills me to the fullest.

“Fuck.” Jameson freezes when he bottoms out.

My legs curl, and I drag my nails down his chest. He’s larger than he looked, and my entire body aches with how I’m forced to stretch around him.

I tip my head back, and a tear slips out as I try to adjust, but Jameson reaches up and wipes it away.

“Look at me, wildfire.”

Blinking my eyes open, I’m met with his gaze. He’s settled between my legs, not moving while I adjust. Even as my pussy squeezes him, desperate for the friction, he waits for me.

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