Page 89 of Jameson Fox

I take hold of my cock and line it up with her cunt. She’s wet enough to take me in one hard thrust, and a second later, she’s moaning loud enough for the entire store to hear.

Keeping her to the mirror, I fuck her with an intensity I’ve never known. She consumes every one of my senses, demanding complete submission. I might be in control here, but it’s at Adeline’s pleasure.

We chase our release together, completely in sync.

Adeline comes, her pussy squeezing around me.

I thrust harder as pressure builds at the base of my spine, my hips driving faster into her.

Fuck.

My muscles tense.

I let go of her hands and grip both her hips.

The pressure gathers.

Everything tightens.

I thrust one last time, jerking, and coming hard.

Adeline moans again as I empty myself into her.

I grip her harder and drop my mouth to her shoulder.

We’re quiet for a few moments.

Then, she says, “I think you’ll need to buy that dress.” After I pull out and turn her to face me so I can claim another kiss, she says, “And don’t think I’ve forgotten your promise to pull this company’s contract. I’m holding you to that.”

We clean up, buy the damn dress, and finally leave the mall.

I struggle to keep my eyes off her while I walk her to the car.

I also struggle with that on the drive home.

I’m already working out how I’m going to fuck her next.

My mother interrupts these thoughts when she texts us. She’s started a fucking group chat with us and Hudson this week. Hudson and I don’t contribute much, but Mom and Adeline bombard the group with texts daily.

Mom: Can you all get to my place earlier tomorrow? Nine instead of ten?

Adeline’s face breaks out in a smile as she reads the message. “I adore your mother.” She goes back to the text before glancing at me again. “I’m telling her yes.”

“I have no doubt.”

Adeline: Yes.

Mom: Adeline, would you like to stay and make a gingerbread house with me after we’re finished with the tree? I know the boys won’t want to, but I thought we could have a girls’ afternoon. If you’re not busy, that is.

Adeline: I would love to.

She looks at me, her face sex-flushed and happy. “I love how she refers to you and Hudson as boys. I don’t think that will ever grow old.”

“Because?” She’s mentioned this before. I’ve no idea where her fascination with this comes from.

She gives me a pointed look. “Because you are far from a boy, Jameson.”

Christ.

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