When I’m about to break down and cry, James whispers, “Perfect. You’re perfect. I love you like this, trying so hard to be good for me even though you have to come so bad.”
“So so bad,” I babble, “so so sobad.”
James says something I can’t understand.
Either I really am delirious and my brain is too enflamed to comprehend the words, or he’s speaking in a language I don’t recognize, something that sounds exotic and masculine, all snarling fricatives with an edge to it like a purr.
For whatever reason, it’s the thing that finally makes me break.
I start to buck my hips, frantically fucking myself on the hard length of the beautiful cock buried inside me.
James curses, and that I understand.
“I’m coming! I’m coming! I can’t stop oh God James I can’t stop—”
He thrusts into me and snarls, “Give it to me.”
“Oh fuck oh fuck—”
“Yes, love, give me every fucking thing you’ve got.”
Convulsing and crying out, I thrash underneath him as he fucks me. My orgasm rips through my body with such force it feels like a detonation. Clench and release, clench and release, wave after wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. Helpless, I give myself over to it as James drives into me, grunting, his mouth latching onto where the pulse throbs in my throat. Holding my wrists and sucking hard on my neck, he thrusts with powerful strokes, ravaging me.
Owning me.
He briefly falls still, then lets out a husky moan. His entire body jerks. He rears up on his hands, throws his head back, and shouts.
Then he starts to flex his pelvis again, fucking me straight through his orgasm.
I clench my thighs tightly around his waist and hold on for the ride, trying to ignore Kelly’s warning voice inside my head telling me to be careful.
It’s far, far too late for that.