Page 69 of Whisking It All

“Bedroom. Now,” he demanded between kisses.

“Yes, Chef.”

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Jamie followed her down the hall to his bedroom, watching as Tessa shed her shirt and bra along the way, dropping them in his hall. He liked the way her clothing looked scattered about his home, like it belonged there, like she belonged there. Her perfect ass jiggled as she walked and it took everything he had not to drop to his knees in the hall and eat her again, this time from behind. Instead, he pulled his own shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor along with her clothing, leaving a trail of their impatience behind them.

He kicked the bedroom door closed behind them, unable to take his eyes off her as she crawled onto his bed. She settled amongst his pillows and looked up at him with that sparkle in her raven wing eyes that never ceased to captivate him. With a mischievous grin, she let her knees fall to the side, revealing the place where she was pink and wet and waiting for him, her skin abraded from his facial hair, and her curls damp from his tongue. He couldn’t help but pump his hand over his cock as he approached her, his eyes glued to the most beautiful pussy he’d ever seen. He wanted to lick it and fuck it and own it, to bury himself inside her in every way possible, to drown in her scent and her taste and never come up for air.

At the back of his mind, his conscience prickled with a warning. Last chance to stop this. But that wasn’t true. He’d never stood a chance of stopping it. She was Whisky, Tessa, the woman he’d been fantasizing about for months. The woman he woke up hard as stone dreaming about, aching with the need for her. They were always going to end up here.

He climbed onto the bed and ran his hands over her legs, tracing from the tattoo on her ankle to her knees to her thighs. He pressed on her thighs, opening her up even more to him. He wanted to memorize this moment, where she was glistening with her desire for him. As he watched, she circled her own nipples with her fingers, teasing them into tightly furled peaks and roughly plucking at them, her hips rocking against the phantom of his touch.

He fell on her, kissing her, and placing one hand over hers where it teased her nipple, plumping and squeezing her breast with their joined hands. How had he gone so long without touching her? Without tasting her?

With her free hand, she reached between them and took hold of his cock, drawing the tight circle of her fist up and down his length.

“Need you,” he grunted.

“I need you too.”

He leaned away from her to pull open the bedside table drawer and retrieve a condom. With shaking hands, he ripped open the little foil package and rolled the latex over his erection. Lining himself up at her entrance, he pressed her knees apart as he slid the head of his cock inside her. He froze, swearing as pleasure tore through him at the hot clutch of her pussy around just those first few inches.

She whined, swiveling her hips. “More.”

He pressed in a bit further, his eyes glued to the way she stretched around him. It was crude and invasive and the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen, her soft, pink flesh parting for him, molding to him. With another push he was seated fully, the entire length of him sunk into her wet warmth.

“Fuck, princess.” Her eyes sparkled and he couldn’t help but kiss her. “You like when I call you princess?”

“I’ve always liked it,” she confessed, rocking her hips up to meet his slow thrusts. She cradled his face in her hand, and he turned to plant a kiss on her palm.

“I like you,” he said.

She laughed. “I couldn’t tell.”

He chuckled, fucking her harder until her laughter dissolved into soft gasps with each thrust.

“I like you too,” she said.

He smiled, that simple admission making his heart swell in his chest in a way that would have terrified him if he wasn’t so focused on making her come again. He pressed two fingers into her mouth, cursing as she sucked on them in long pulls, before winding those fingers between their bodies to stroke her clit as he continued to fuck her.

“Need you to come at least once more,” he directed, his fingers moving faster as she began to writhe beneath him.

“Only once?” she joked.

He pinched her clit, hard enough to make her gasp and her back to arch off the bed. “I’ll make you come as many times as you’ll let me, princess. As many times as you can handle. Until you’re so sore you can’t imagine ever coming again.”

“Yes, please,” she whimpered, her hips driving up off the bed, impaling herself further.

“Yes, what?” he asked, tightening his grip on her clit.

“Yes, Chef,” she cried.

He released his hold on that sensitive bud and began stroking it again, hard and fast, as he drove into her again and again. Her gasps grew louder, higher, until she reached up and gripped his forearm, digging her nails into his skin.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he growled as she convulsed beneath him, her inner walls clamping down on his cock in a maddening grip that made his vision go blurry. He ground his teeth together, determined not to come yet. Not to let it be over yet.

Her gasps turned to heavy panting, her grip on his arm relaxing, and he fucked her harder as he chased his own orgasm. The rough slap of flesh on flesh resounded in the room and she dug her hands into her hair, her head turning back and forth on the pillow as she chanted his name. Fire licked down his spine, electricity shooting through his pelvis. An image of fucking her bare, of watching his cum drip out of her, of licking her clean, flashed through his mind and he pumped the condom full of his release.

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