Page 79 of Behind the Net

This is working. I can’t believe it’s actually working.

“That’s so good,” I choke out. The pressure builds again, swirling between my thighs. Jamie’s so warm against me, against my legs, against my back. His big hand cups my breast, kneading, and the pleasure inside me rises. “Oh god,” I breathe. “Don’t stop.”

His teeth scrape my neck. “What if I did?” He lowers the setting, and the pressure between my legs dies off.

“No,” I cry, digging my nails into his thighs. “More.”

“Beg me,” he demands in a low voice that makes me shiver. “Beg me to let you come, songbird.”

“Please.” I’m breathing hard. “Please let me come.”

“Good.” He clicks the toy up a few speeds, and I groan. “Keep talking. What are you thinking about?”

“Your cock.” My voice breaks as he clicks the toy up again. “Your cock inside me.”

“Is that what you want?”

I nod urgently. “Yes.”

“You think you could take me?” He clicks the toy up again, and I’m squirming on his lap.

My body isn’t mine; it’s his. He owns it. He’s wielding it however he pleases, and I’m just along for the ride.

“I don’t know,” I admit.

His thick arm wraps across my torso, anchoring me to him, and I clutch it.

“I think you could.” His voice is a hot rasp in my ear. “I think you could take my cock. It’d be a tight fit in this gorgeous pussy, but we’d make it fit.”

I’m just nodding, eyes clenched closed as the toy makes me feel like I’m about to burst with pleasure. The first flutters begin.

“I need to come,” I tell him, squeezing his arm.

“Then come, baby. Come on the toy I bought you. Show me how good it is.”

His teeth scrape my earlobe, and the pressure boils over.

CHAPTER37

PIPPA

Waves of pleasurepulse between my legs, and I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can’t even breathe—I’m just clamping down around nothing, shaking in his lap as he holds me against him.

“Good girl,” Jamie growls. “Such a good fucking girl for me, coming so hard.”

A noise I’ve never heard myself make slips out of me, half-moan, half-cry, and he holds the toy against my clit as intense pleasure radiates through me.

“Oh my god,” I cry. “Jamie.”

He groans, clicking the toy down one speed. “You’re doing so fucking good, Pippa. Keep going. Ride it out, baby.”

He lowers the speed one more click, and I’m still there, floating and totally paralyzed in euphoria. I’ve never come for this long. I’ve never come this hard. I feel like I’m being turned inside out. Heat spreads out from my center, and I can feeleverything—the way his hard chest feels against my back, how his big arm locks me against him, the brush of his thighs against mine, his lips on my neck, urging me on.

Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and my hand covers his. He pulls the toy away, and I collapse against his body.

Holy shit.

I’m still shaking with aftershocks, hips tilting against his erection.

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