Page 144 of Behind the Net

Jesus. I’m close. I’m too close.

“You’re playing with me.” Her voice is thin, breathy, accusing. “You’re teasing me.”

“You fucking bet I am.” I draw slow, light circles on her clit before sucking hard, and her hips tilt, pressing her further onto my mouth. “You’re mine to play with. Isn’t that right, songbird?”

She nods, pulling my hair, and the sensation shoots down my spine. I suck her clit in a pulsing rhythm, and her thighs shake around my head. Around my fingers, her muscles flex.

“Use your words, baby. Say it so I can hear you.”

“Yes,” she moans as I rub her G-spot. “I’m yours to play with. I’m yours.”

“Good girl. That’s what I like to hear. You want to come?”

Her hands tighten in my hair. “Yes.”

“Ask nicely.”

“Please,” she begs. “Please make me come. Please, baby.”

I relent, sucking hard on her clit while dragging my tongue over it, working her G-spot in the steady, pulsating rhythm that makes her lose her mind.

My free hand drifts beneath her, between her cheeks, teasing, and her head lifts so she can see me.

“Did he ever touch you here, songbird?”

The pad of my finger drags across her back entrance, wet from her arousal, and she squeaks, shaking her head.

“Do you want me to?” I circle the tight bud, rubbing gentle friction.

Her eyes close as she lets out a high, desperate moan I’ve never heard before. “Yes, please.”

I ease my finger inside her ass, so slow and cautious, and as I begin to stroke, she tightens up around me.

“Good?” I ask, smiling.

She’s frantically nodding, breathing hard, saying things likepleaseandyes. I slide my tongue over her clit again, sucking, and within seconds, she bows off the bed, letting out a high, desperate moan and clenching up all over my fingers. My face is soaked with her arousal as her thighs tremor around me, and I’m so hard it hurts.

“Jamie.” She reaches for me, chest heaving while she catches her breath. “I need you here.”

I kneel on the bed, settling over her, kissing a trail down her neck and chest.

“You came three times today,” I tell her, smiling.

Her eyes spark and she smiles down at me. “Youmademe come three times today.”

Pride pulses in my chest. “Fucking right, I did,” I bite out, and I lower my hips, sliding my cock against her slick center. She shakes when I rub against her clit, and her legs fall open wider.

She reaches down to angle me at her entrance, and I’m already mindlessly pushing inside her, my cock throbbing at how tight and wet and warm she is.

“Oh my god.” Her hands are in my hair and the look of agonized bliss on her face makes my balls tighten. “Oh my god,” she repeats.

A shred of sanity slices through.

“Condom,” I groan. I’m not wearing one. I’m halfway inside her and shaking with need, but I’d never do this without her green light.

“I’m on the pill.” She sobers, and her tongue darts out to lick her lips. “I’ve never gone without a condom before.”

My brain stutters, and every base instinct roars to life. More than anything, I want to come inside her. I want to make her mine, fully and completely.

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