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I trace a single finger along her slit, my ego getting one hell of a boost that she’s already soaked through the material, and I haven’t even touched her yet.

“But you have to wait your turn.” There’s a devilish gleam in her eyes when she forces me to stand. “I want to play first.”

Well, shit. Score one for Jamie.

She doesn’t play dirty. She goes all in for nasty.

I kick off my shoes and I toss aside my pants. Jamie, unpracticed and remarkable, takes her time with my dick. The other women I’ve been with made it like a competition. Who can suck my cock the hardest. The deepest. Who could be porn-star perfect in their performance. Not her. She’s not about the show. She’s not rushing toward an imaginary finish line. Jamie makes it about my pleasure as she tongues my shaft and head. Teases the underside of my dick. She alternates between sucking hard enough to snatch my soul clean out through the tip of my cock and breathy pulls that have me digging my hands in her hair to hold her head steady so I can, literally, fuck her mouth.

Yeah, no.

Jamie, in total control of me, smacks my hands away. She’s having too much fun to let me take over. It’s all good. I’ll let her win this one because soon as she’s done, she’s mine.

And I don’t plan on showing her an ounce of mercy.

She may play nasty, but I play filthy.

Only when I’m about to come does she finally let me haul her to her feet. True to my word, I rip Bertha off her body and toss the ruined underwear aside. Not positive, but I think I hear a thud when they hit the floor. I’ve been around more than my fair share of pussies. Never paid attention to any of them. They were holes. Something warm and wet to stick my dick in to get me off. I wasn’t an asshole to the person the pussy was attached to, but I wasn’t exactly the nicest person either. And I rarely double dipped. The pussy had to be extraordinary, or I had to be seriously bored to go back for seconds.

It was never the former.

Always the latter.

But Jamie? Goddamn. She’s a gift created just for me. One I’ve craved for eight years. Dreamed about. A fantasy a part of me still fears isn’t real. And when I lean in and run my tongue up her slit to the sensitive nub, she damn near falls to her knees. But it’s all good because I’ve got her.

I’ll always catch her.

As long as I’m alive body, Jamie Ellis will be safe.

I grip her by her ass and hold her right where I want her. And by the time I’m done with her, she’s panting and sweating, and her limbs are shaking.

Hell yeah, I’m proud I put her in this condition.

“That was incredible.” Her statement is breathless as she stumbles backward on the bed.

I wipe my mouth, my face soaked to fuck because I did a damn good job on her. “Wasn’t it, though?”

“Arrogant bastard.”

“Nah, convinced.”

She rolls her eyes. “Correction. You’re an asshole.”

“But I’m your asshole.”

Her gaze rakes over me, a physical touch that lights me up and sends all the blood to the tip of my dick. “Damned right, you are.”

Goddamn, this girl.

Jamie scoots back on the mattress. There’s frenetic energy sizzling between us as I climb on top of her. I want to kiss every one of the tiny freckles that sprinkle her nose. I’ve missed those freckles. And the curve of her jaw. The arch of her brows. The cut of her cheekbones. The shape of her lips. The column of her throat. Actually, all of her. Yep. I’ve missed every inch of this incredible person lying beneath me. I committed every nuance of her to memory before she left, and since we’ve been in Mayhem, I etched the grown version of her in my mind. Dug it deep down it my gray matter.

“Your expression is way too serious.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. “That’s because I’m about to fuck you proper.”

“I see.” Her eyes spark with golden fire.

She’s so tiny. Warm and open, and I feel like a giant behemoth. But I need to feel her. Skin on skin. Mouth to flesh. In one slick slide, I bury myself inside her. I hiss out a breath and drop my forehead to hers. Her muscles tighten around my cock and I nearly shoot my load and end it before we even begin, like some fumbling teenager screwing for the first time.