Page 38 of Bear's Protection

His hand on my pussy and his mouth on my neck balanced me on the edge of pleasure that had rushed toward me out of nowhere.

He hadn’t even done anything to me besides kiss me and touch me, but the lust that wrapped itself around me was like a live thing with a will of its own.

My breath hitched when waves of need rolled over me. My skin was on fire. I ran my hands up Jameson’s back, feeling the muscles rippling under his skin as he moved. He was hunched over to suck on my neck, holding my pussy in one hand and pinning my wrist down in the other.

“I want you,” he growled in my neck. “You have no idea how much.”

He pulled back and looked at me. His eyes were a deep blue, the depths of a stormy ocean, the perfect combination between his animal so close to the surface and the man who lusted after me.

I cupped his cheek with the hand he didn’t pin down.

“I’m not telling you to stop,” I said.

“I should,” Jameson said in a hoarse voice.

His face became riddled with pain, and his eyes changed again to a deep cobalt blue—troubled waters.

I didn’t want him to go there. I didn’t want him to suffer, and most of all, I didn’t want him to stop. I leaned forward and kissed him, cupping his cheek. I pushed my hips forward into his hand, and Jameson growled again. He bit my bottom lip, sucked on it, and let go of my hand.

When he sank to his knees, he tugged my pants down, and I stood before him, exposed and vulnerable andready.

He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of my arousal.

“You smell delicious,” he growled.

Jameson’s eyes turned completely black, and he leaned forward, closing his mouth over my sex. I cried out when he stuck his tongue into my slit and flicked it over my clit. His tongue was slick and searing hot, and I shivered at the scrape of his stubble against my lips.

I kicked off a shoe and pulled one leg out of my jeans, lifting it so that he could have better access.

Jameson hummed against my pussy when I did, and the feel of his voice against me drove me mad.

I pushed my hands into his thick dark hair, curling them into fists while Jameson flicked his tongue faster and faster over my clit.

For someone who didn’t do shit like this, he wasfuckinggood.

My leg turned into jelly as I tried to hold myself up. I held onto Jameson, so I didn’t fall. Pleasure washed through me in waves, building and building inside me. The flame Jameson had ignited inside me turned into a fiery furnace, and I was so incredibly close to orgasm.

“Jameson,” I begged, my voice a breathy squeal. “Please.”

He glanced up at me, his eyes filled with mischief.

“What do you want, Oaklee?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He let go of me and spun me around toward his desk. He kissed me hard, and we crashed into his desk, pushing over pen holders and stacks of files. It fell to the floor, but neither of us gave a shit.

Jameson lifted me onto the desk, and I kicked off the jeans that just hung from one leg. The desk calendar bit into my ass, but I barely felt it.

With ease, Jameson hopped onto the desk on top of me. The desk groaned under our collective weight, but it was large enough to accommodate us.

Had he bought a big desk for this on purpose?

He hovered over me, one hand bracing himself next to my head, and with the other, he pushed his fingers into me. First one, then two. I moaned as he finger-fucked me, and the feeling of him thrusting into me sent a new wave of heat over my body. My breathing became shallow, and I was lightheaded with all my panting and gasping, not getting enough air.

My skin tingled all over, and heat erupted at my core. It washed through my body, and I cried out loudly as the orgasm consumed me.

Jameson let go of me while I writhed and squirmed on the desk, the pleasure taking my breath away. He fiddled with his belt and pulled his cock free.

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