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Finally, fuckingfinally, I’m going to show Pippa who she belongs to.

CHAPTER59

PIPPA

My heart beats so hardI can hear it. Jamie reaches for a condom from the bedside table, and once he’s rolled it on his thick length, he positions himself at my entrance.

He hesitates, watching my reaction, and I smile, because Jamie’s sweet, kind, and caring. My hips tilt against his in encouragement, and his jaw is tight as he pushes inside me, searching my eyes for any sign of discomfort.

Ohgod. A moan slips out of me as I stretch around his thickness. He’s careful as he slowly feeds his cock into my body, and every swear word I can think of flickers in my head at the pleasurable ache between my legs.

“So fucking tight,” Jamie manages. He’s only halfway in.

“It’s been a while.” The pressure grows, and I gasp as he hits every nerve inside me.

“There you go.” His voice is a low, comforting murmur, but his eyes flash with heat as he keeps pushing. His hand drifts to my breast, toying with my nipple as he slides in farther.

The sensation of him inside me is mind-bending, DNA-altering, and we’re both shaking.

He bottoms out, and my thoughts fall out of my head. Sensitivity courses through my body, radiating out from where we’re joined. Our hips are pressed tight against each other, my legs wrapped around his waist, and another moan of pleasure slips out of me as heat races up my spine. God, he smells so good.

“Good girl.” He brushes a lock of hair off my face. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my cock so well.” His voice is strained, and a flush spreads across his cheekbones. “You okay?”

I nod, meeting his eyes, and his gaze is hot, desperate, and admiring, all in one.

I’m already addicted to him looking at me like that.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yes,” I say, but it’s mixed with a moan. “It’s really tight.”

“Mhm. I know.” His cock throbs inside me, and my breath catches as I ache around him.

“I was right,” I whisper, and he arches a brow at me. “You’re a little too big for me.”

His mouth slants into a wicked grin, and I bite my lip. “I’ve been thinking about this for so fucking long, Pippa.” He presses a soft, intimate kiss to my lips, and his hair brushes my forehead. “Are you ready for me to move? We can stay like this as long as you want.”

He’s trembling above me, and with how hard he is inside me, I know he’s holding back. Even like this, he’s so controlled and careful. I tilt my hips against him, inching back and forth on his cock, and just the small movement has me dizzy with need.

“Ready.”

He pulls out, slowly, so torturously slowly, before he pushes back in. I moan at the delicious ache, and when he bottoms out again—so fucking deep—I gasp.

“Good?” he manages, neck corded.

My nod is vehement. “Good. So good. Again.” I’m not even putting full sentences together. That’s what Jamie Streicher’s dick does to me.

He thrusts again and we both groan.

“Holy fuck, Pippa.”

He strokes in and out of me with care until I adjust, then he finds a faster pace. Watching him move over me with that clenched jaw is fascinating, with that gorgeous, cruel mouth, those deep green eyes that burn hot for me. I don’t even want to blink.

Being fucked by Jamie Streicher is a religious experience. Pressure swells inside me, but the pleasure is deeper, lower, a slower build than when Jamie’s mouth was all over me earlier. Instead of a sharp peak of sensation, the feeling expands throughout my body. My body doesn’t even belong to me in this moment—it’s all his. And he’s wielding it exactly how he wants.

“I can’t believe how good this feels,” I gasp, and he falls into a faster, more punishing pace. The heat behind my center intensifies, and my world narrows down to me and Jamie, here in his bed, connected like this.

He was there for me today at the recording studio. He’s been there for me all along. My throat works as I gaze up at him. Emotion surges inside me, mixing with the climbing heat and pressure between my legs, and I might reach heaven before we’re done here.

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