Jameson
After our late-night dessert and strategy session, we returned to our suite. As soon as she stepped foot in the foyer, I pinned her against the wall and devoured her with a searing kiss. My hand grazed the front of her body, caressing the fullness of her breasts until I stopped at the hem of her skirt. My fingers trembled like a nervous teenager as I lifted it and snuck my hand underneath, grazing the front of her lace panties. Georgie was practically dripping.
“I love that I can make you feel this way,” I whispered against her cheek. She tilted her head back slightly, and a low moan escaped her lips when I pressed my fingers firmly against her.
Georgie’s arms wrapped tightly around my neck as she pressed herself against me. My fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties and tugged them until they ripped. The scrap of peach lace fluttered to the floor.
“Jameson,” Georgie gasped.
Without warning, I plunged two fingers into her. She gasped in shock and I sucked in a deep breath. She felt incredible in my hand, a delicious scorching heat that I couldn’t ignore. She writhed against me and I obliged her with short thrusts of my own.
“I want to own every inch of you,” I growled. “And I want you to own every inch of me.”
Something feral in me took over. Georgie gasped as I fucked her with my fingers, buried deep inside the soaking core of her body. She trembled against me, the first sign of her impending orgasm. I groaned, knowing I was close to what I wanted. She latched onto my wrist, holding it in place while my fingers continued their assault. Sweat glistened on her forehead and her breaths turned into short pants.
I held her against the wall, her body trapped while she clawed at my back. I could feel her nails dig into me through the fabric of my shirt. My pursuit of her orgasm was relentless until I had it. Until her screams filled the suite’s foyer and she shuddered, as wave after wave consumed her.
Gently, I extracted my fingers and Georgie slumped against the wall, her body a sweaty, sagging mess. She looked up at me with glassy eyes, and I grinned back at her with satisfaction. I lifted my hand to my mouth and sucked her juices from my fingers. Her eyes widened at the boldness of my act.
“It’s time to take this to the bedroom,” I announced.
“No.” Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
“What did you say?”
“No,” she said more firmly. Her shaking fingers latched onto my belt buckle, and she began to work the leather through the strap. My dick was pressed painfully against the fly of my trousers, and her actions made me eager.
“Tell me what you want.”
Georgie sank to her knees and laid her hands flat on her thighs. She looked up at me, her expression submissive, and her green eyes wide with desire. “I want to please you.”
I ran the pad of my thumb along her bottom lip, opening her mouth just wide enough to slip it inside. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked greedily. My cock hardened and throbbed, waiting for the moment when her lips wrapped around it. I fisted it tightly in my other hand to try to regain some sense of calm while she feasted on my thumb.
When I couldn’t wait a moment longer, I slid my thumb out with a pop and quickly replaced it with what we both craved. I rubbed the tip of my cock along her lips before she opened wide and I plunged inside the warm wetness of her mouth. I used my hands to brace myself against the wall and looked down at the magnificent sight of Georgie’s lips wrapped around my cock.
“Fuck,” I hissed as she took me deeper into her mouth. I banged a fist against the wall because this felt surreal. I didn’t deserve the woman on her knees worshipping my cock with her mouth. I didn’t deserve her love, or anything else she was offering me, but I took it anyway. She made me a man, and I felt like a king when I looked down to see her green eyes filled with wanton desire.
The familiar tightness in my balls let me know I was close. I didn’t want to finish in her mouth. I wanted this to last the rest of the night. I stood back slightly and caressed her cheek. She stopped long enough for me to pull back and looked up at me with confusion.
“That’s not how this is going to end, Georgie. Go to the bedroom and strip. I want you lying on the bed, open for me.”
I watched as she slowly got to her feet, then walked away from me, her ass swaying deliciously beneath her skirt. I needed a moment to regain my composure because this dominant man was foreign to me. I always felt a certain level of possessiveness over Georgie, but it intensified after her attack. The urge to lock her up and keep her safe, and control her, would drive a wedge between us, and that’s who I had to tame. Georgie would only allow me to a certain amount of power before she demanded equality.
It was only a moment’s separation, but when I entered the bedroom, I stopped at the threshold, in awe of the gorgeous woman who stood nearly nude at the foot of the bed. Her panties lay in a heap in the foyer, her skirt and blouse now carefully strewn across a stool. She turned to face me just as her bra slipped down her arms. I quickly removed my own clothing, eager to regain our intimate connection.
“Lie back,” I ordered. I approached the bed as Georgie fell back against the mattress, her legs slightly spread. I placed my hands on her thighs and opened her wider. I pressed one knee on the bed and bent forward, inhaling her sweet, musky scent. Instantly, my mouth watered. The sampling I’d had moments ago wasn’t enough; I needed to taste more. I ran my tongue up the length of her. She shivered and whimpered, still sensitive from our little foyer fuck. I nibbled and nipped at her inner thighs between feasting on her pussy. Her fingers delved into my hair as I devoured every inch of her core. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge, to have her body bucking beneath mine.
But I wanted everything from her tonight. I didn’t want her to hold back. So I denied her. I pulled away before she could topple over.
“JAMESON!”
I chuckled. She’d forgive me in a moment.
Kneeling between her spread legs, I commanded her to open her eyes and look at me. “How do you want it, Georgie?”
“Jameson, I don’t want to talk. Please,” she begged.
“Tell me what you want, Georgie, or that’s all you’re going to get.”
She growled in frustration, running her hands through her hair. “Oh my God, Jameson, when did you become such an alpha asshole?”
I leaned over her, my face centimeters from hers. “The moment you were almost taken away from me. Now, tell me what you want, Georgie.”
She swallowed and understanding filled her eyes. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.
I sat back on my heels and fisted my cock, stroking it from root to tip, before I dived right in.
I buried myself deeply inside her and then stopped. We rested together, our bodies connected so perfectly that it was hard to tell where I started and she ended. Her hands caressed my cheeks and then lightly skimmed down the column of my throat to my chest. But she didn’t want me to make love to her, not yet. She wanted me to fuck her. Resting wasn’t for the wicked, and tonight, I wanted to be downright evil.
I pulled out slowly, until just the tip of my cock was inside, and then I slammed back inside. Over and over, I punished her with each thrust. My hands pinned her hips to the mattress, and I used her body as leverage to propel myself deeper inside until I heard her whimpers.
“No one will ever take you from me,” I growled through clenched teeth. Sweat poured from every inch of me and dripped on her body until we were both slick with perspiration. Panting, I stopped, my body covering hers completely. I wedged a hand between our two bodies and down between her legs where we connected. I stroked her clit, alternating the pressure between rough and soft.
Animalistic. Primal. Feral. I didn’t recognize the man who was currently fucking the gorgeous woman spread out beneath him. He was a dominant asshole. We made love frequently—sometimes fairly rough—but this? This was different. Emotions bottled deep inside me bubbled to the surface. She could be taken from me, and that would never happen as long as I was alive. I fucked her with my fear.
“Jameson, come back to me,” Georgie breathed out, her hands groping at my face. Shaking my head, I focused on her flushed cheeks and full pout.
“Do you understand me? No one will ever take you from me.”
“Yes, Jameson.” She nodded her head, sending ripples of honey across the stark white sheet. “I’m yours. Completely.”
I gritted my teeth and resumed my pace. I needed release; we needed release. Georgie arched her back and wrapped herself around me tightly. Her body shuddered beneath mine as we both toppled over the edge into the oblivion of bliss.
“I’m yours too,” I whispered across her skin. “Every inch of me belongs to you.”