God, he was still fucking her. Hard. Pulling out to the tip, and ramming back in, rocking her body the way he rocked her world.
“Open your eyes, Summer. This time you’re going to watch me while I make you come.”
“I can’t,” she moaned, clinging to his shoulders with both hands. “I can’t.”
“You want me to stop?”
“No!”
“Then you can. Open your eyes and watch me fuck your cunt.” He fisted the hair at the back of her head, lifting it off the mattress as her eyelids snapped open. “Look at your pussy, Summer. Look how good you’re taking my cock in your tight little hole.”
She dropped her eyes to where he hammered in and out of her. And shit! He’d only been playing with her before, breaking her in before teasing her first orgasm out of her. Now? Now he was fucking her, truly fucking her, and she understood the difference.
This was owning, claiming, staking. Wild. Desperate. Perfect.
She wanted more. Needed more. Craved more.
The drilling continued, an unrelentless onslaught of pleasure and pain. Her body hummed. Head to toe. Sensation after sensation, one on top of the other, took her higher and further than she’d ever been before as she watched him possess her in every possible way. “Oh God, Jamie!”
“Now you get it.” He slammed into her. “Now you know what it means when I say you’re going to come on my cock.” His thrusts a demand, he continued fucking the lesson into her while she watched. “Now you know what it means to be mine.”
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
Jamie’s ballsslapped against Summer’s ass hard enough to leave a dent, the smacking sound of flesh on flesh accompanying his every thrust. He was unhinged, lost and found in a way he’d never been before.
He was giving her everything he had, and still, she begged him for more, her hips rising to meet his as her second orgasm bore down on her.Fuuuck!The way she watched his cock ramming into her. Her eyes glazed, her lips parted, her breaths panting in and out between desperate words. He couldn’t take his eyes off her gorgeous face.
“Come for me, Summer. Come on my cock, baby.” His heart about to explode, he doubled down and fucked her harder, three strokes, four, five, six, and then she detonated with a cry he didn’t try to muffle.
He didn’t care if the whole house heard.
His sweet little vixen coming was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.
His balls constricted, and with a final thrust, he climaxed with a strength he hadn’t known he possessed. White hot energy gathered, pooled, and shot straight down his shaft and out the end of his cock with a force that crippled him.
His hips pinning hers to the bed, he shot out jet after jet, his testicles emptying their load while her pussy milked him, squeezing and pulsing around his dick as he struggled to breathe.
Fuck. He couldn’t stop, his semen dripping out of her as fast as he pumped it in.
“Oh my God,” she wheezed. “Is that normal?”
“What?” he panted, lowering his head until their lips touched.
“The mess?” she mumbled.
“Depends.” He kissed her.
“On?”
“The man.” Kiss. “The woman.” Kiss. “The circumstances.” Kiss. “Are you okay?” He lifted his head and lost himself in her eyes.
“I’m fine.” She stretched her arms over her head before she cupped her trembling hands around his jaw. “That was…”
“Awesome? Amazing? Astonishing? Awe-inspiring? Astound—”
She stopped him with a thumb pressed to his lips and grinned at him. Grinned. At him. Until his heart tried to burrow straight out of his chest and into hers. “That was perfect.”
“Worth waiting for?”
