Page 14 of Flushing His Pipe
Holy shit. Oh, dear God.
I will never recover if this man doesn't love me.
The thought takes me by surprise. I should be terrified that I've given up my heart so quickly, but nothing about Jameson scares me. I’ll take him exactly as he comes.
Speaking of coming... I'm ready for a meal of my own.
When I open my eyes, Jameson's heated gaze is on me as he undresses by the side of the bed. I bite my lip, opening my legs to get a better view as he lowers his pants and underwear. I suck in a sharp breath when his hard cock springs free, thick and veiny. My avid gaze travels along his hard length. The tip is red and dripping. I've heard it described as angry before, but I don't think I've ever seen anything more powerful in my life. This man is leaking seed for me.
He fists his cock, pumping it twice as his eyes travel the full length of my body.
I've been tall and relatively slim my entire life, but a year ago, I started a medication that made me gain weight. I'm all about body positivity, and I would go to the mats to argue that women are more than the number on the scale, but I can't deny that seeing the changes in my body has been unnerving and not entirely pleasant. Until now.
"You are so beautiful, Naomi," Jameson grits out, still stroking his cock, his eyes lingering on my pussy before traveling up the length of my body.
This man looks at me like I'm a goddess and he's been put on this Earth to worship me. It's a heady feeling of power that I'll never get enough of.
When his gaze meets mine, I crook my finger, calling him forward.
"Please me," I whisper.
They must be the magic words because Jameson grips my thighs and pulls me toward him with a growl. I let out a startled yelp, and my chest heaves as I register the heat in his eyes.
"Last chance to back out, love." Jameson notches at my entrance, and my core clenches with excited anticipation. "After this, you're mine."
Chapter seven
Jameson
Naomi reaches between us and grips my cock. I hiss with pleasure as she guides me inside her warm, wet pussy. We moan in unison when I bottom out. This moment, in Naomi's arms, is like coming home for the first time in my life.
"Oh, God," Naomi pants as her eyes bounce from my mouth to the spot where we’re joined.
Goddamn heaven.I slide my dick out, and it glistens with a combination of her desire and my pre-cum. Her taste is still on my tongue, and I groan with need.
"Oh,fuck..." I slide back inside slowly, trying to focus on Naomi's eyes when all I want to do is bury my face in her neck and fuck her like an animal.
"Fuck me, Jameson," Naomi begs, rolling her hips against mine as I thrust inside her over and over.
I grit my teeth, trying to hold back the intense desire to claim her as mine in the most carnal way. I want to fuck her into this mattress.
"Please,please..." she practically sobs.
My precarious hold on my sanity snaps.
I drive into her, taking her up the bed with every hard thrust. Naomi moans, bracing her hands above her on the headboard, but she doesn't ask me to stop. No, this goddess drives her heels into my ass to spur me on, locks her thighs around me, and moans like every minute is pure ecstasy.
Without stopping, I grab a pillow and shove it above her head so she doesn’t suffer a concussion because of my feral lust for her incredible body.
"Yes, yes,yes..." Naomi grips the back of my arms now and holds on for dear life.
"I've wanted this for so long," I growl, punctuating each word with a snap of my hips.
If I could leave a permanent mark on her skin, claiming her for the entire world to see, I would. And if I didn't have a construction site full of friends outside, I'd demand she scream my name, let everybody within hearing distance know that she’s mine.
"So good. So fucking good," Naomi mumbles, planting her feet on the mattress for more leverage and meeting me thrust for thrust. This woman was made for me.
"I love you."
