Page 28 of Deny Me

Ten

“Maybe it does,” I hedged, admitting nothing.

He studied my face and pushed a finger deeper into me. “I’ll have to keep that stored away for next time.”

Another finger added increased the pressure building. “So there will be a next time?” I barely got the words out. My breaths were so erratic from the way his fingers moved in and out of me.

“Evelyn, if I’m going to fuck you, I am going to live every single fantasy I’ve ever had about you and not stop until I’m done.”

No response could escape my throat. His thick fingers moved harder, roughly shoving in and out of me, and I was about to orgasm. But I didn’t want to come with his fingers in me. I wanted the thick cock I had grabbed earlier. I wanted my first orgasm with him to be when he was finally fucking me. Wiggling my hands between us, I reached for the buckle on his pants.

My bare back scraped the wall as he lowered me down so I had better access to his pants. I flicked the clasp open and pulled the zipper down and nearly sobbed in happiness at finding no underwear. “Commando, Jameson?”

“It’s hot as fuck here. I want to wear as little clothes as possible.”

Reaching in his pants, I leaned in to bite the space between his neck and shoulder, pulling a moan from him. “Well, I approve.” Kissing my way up his neck, I stroked the velvety smooth shaft, barely able to wrap my hand around him. When I reached his ear, I nipped it, moaning my desires.

His fingers pulled out of me, and his wet digits lifted and pushed the other strap of my dress down, exposing everything above the waist. He wasted no time attacking my breasts, nipping one between his teeth and rolling the other with his fingers.

Jameson hoisted me up higher on the wall again. Letting go of my breast, he used his hand to guide the head of his cock to my wet opening. With no warning or ease at all, he shoved balls-deep inside me, pulling a yelp from my lips. He had been roughly fingering me, making me plenty wet, but nothing could have prepared me for how big he was going to feel inside me.

“So good, Evelyn. So wet. Better than anything I’ve ever imagined,” he murmured while he slid his tongue around my areola.

He eased all the way out and roughly shoved back in, repeating the motion over and over again. “Do you like that, Evie? Do you like the way my dick fills this tight cunt of yours?”

“Yes… yes,” I breathed. “More. Please.” My speech was reduced to single words, filled with begging.

My cries became frantic when he picked up speed, and I felt his balls slapping my ass, he was fucking me so hard. If anyone walked by, they would hear me and just have to peek through the trees to see me naked, pinned to the wall, being screwed by a freight train.

My nails dug into his back, grasping at anything to keep me grounded in the moment. The harder he pushed the more I could feel my body rising, getting ready to crash in a long-awaited orgasm. I hadn’t had sex in so long, and to be able to look and see Jameson’s face pressed to my breast, to have his deep, commanding baritone whispering filth into my ears was too much. I couldn’t hold back.

I reached my hand between us to find my clit and rolled my fingers across it.

“That’s right, Evie. Play with yourself. I can’t wait to lay you down and watch you show me how you masturbated to thoughts of me. I can’t wait to see those slim fingers buried in your own pussy. Then I’ll pull them out and lick them clean.”

His words detonated me. My legs tightened around his waist and my toes curled, digging into his ass as hoarse cries escaped my throat. A hand slammed over my mouth, trying to block out my loud moans. Jameson buried his head in my throat, pounding into me harder with shorter bursts, digging my back across the stone. It only made the fall from the crest harder and more intense. Heat burst in my core and spread up to my cheeks. I had to fight from biting down on the flesh of his palm with his moans vibrating into my shoulder. Eventually my limbs began to tingle as I relaxed from clenching so tight. His thrusts became softer, slower until he held himself all the way in and we let out an exhale together.

I dug my fingers into his dark hair, tugging and making him grunt against me. I finally lifted my head up from lolling back against the wall and pulled his hair, wanting him to look up so I could see his face. I needed to remind myself that it was Jameson King that was inside me. That had fucked me better than I’d ever been fucked before.

His lazy blue eyes lifted to mine, glinting with satisfaction. I wanted to wipe that cocky smirk off his face. My hand laced over his that still laid across my lips and I pushed my tongue between the fingers that had been in me before pulling one long digit into my mouth, tasting the sweet tang of myself.

His lips pulled back, baring his teeth. “Let’s get to the room so I can fuck you some more.”

Every inch of him dragged across my swollen flesh before leaving me empty. When he eased my feet down to the ground a wetness trickled down my thigh and my heart started hammering in my chest.

“Fuck. We forgot a condom.” My wide eyes jerked to his face.

He paused for a minute and I swallowed past the panic wondering what was running through his head. “I’ve never not used a condom. I’m clean.”

“Yeah, well neither have I.” His eyes narrowed at my admission. “And I’m on birth control.”

“Okay.”

His eyes still gleamed like he was holding back questions. “What? What is it?”

He backed away, fixing his pants, shaking his head. “Nothing. Just…”

“What, Jameson?” I was beginning to get irritated.

“You’ve never not used a condom?”

I tried to not be insulted that he thought so little of me. I ground my teeth together and pinched my lips ready to rip him apart for being so demeaning to me. Especially after coming inside me. But before I could utter a word, he held up his hand and continued.

“It’s just kind of hot to know that my cum is the only cum to have dripped from your pussy.” He delivered the words with casual confidence, calmly reaching out to pull the straps of my dress back in place before he reached out and thumbed my nipple, making my body jerk with the renewal of arousal.

My adrenaline was all over the place, between the orgasm and then the shock and then the anger, only to turn full circle back to turned on. Letting his comment go, I lifted my chin. “Caveman,” I muttered and turned to make my way out of our hideaway and back to my room.

“Damn right I am. I plan on showing you how much once I get you back to a room.”

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