Chapter 36
Megan
WOW.
I’ve never seen someone crank up the I’m going to fuck you now vibes so hard and so fast.
It’s like a horny switch was flipped.
Jameson kisses me deep and slow, like he’s waiting for my response to catch up, tightening his hand in my hair when I take too long to kiss him back just as passionately. I’m still halfway in shock. My hand grips his robe, and I can feel his heartbeat thudding where we touch.
When he breaks away, I sag against him, wanting more.
“If we do this,” he tells me devoutly, “it changes everything. There’s no going back.”
“I know that.”
He shakes his head slightly, like he’s not sure I do, though.
“I’m very hungry, Megan.” His thumb strokes the side of my neck. “You haven’t even glimpsed my appetite yet. And I’ve never wanted anyone so badly. I want to make you come until you can’t come anymore.”
My heart pounds, ferocious now, against his.
I’m a little dazed, to say the least, from the abrupt change. The way he’s talking to me. And touching me. So different from how he usually avoids touching me, to put it mildly.
But I quickly surrender.
“Please,” I say softly.
And I swear I see something snap in his eyes.
He releases my hair. Then he unties my robe and slips it off my shoulders, letting it fall. I’m naked underneath.
I stand bared to him in the firelight as he drinks me in.
He tears off his own robe and tosses it aside.
I watch, practically panting already, as he goes down on his knees in front of me. It throws me so much, I’m not even sure what to do.
However, Jameson knows exactly what to do. And say.
He breathes hotly on my pussy. “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long…”
“Oh god.” I tremble, burying my fingers in his hair. “Can I… can I sit down?”
“No.” He wraps his hands around me, cupping my ass cheeks and squeezing my flesh. He inhales my scent as my grip tightens in his hair. “You’re a queen.” He looks up into my eyes. “You stand, and I worship you.”
I make a little peep of shock when he licks my clit.
Then he kisses my pussy.
I can’t seem to process what’s happening, right in front of my eyes.
He told me exactly what he was going to do, but maybe I was too shocked to believe it. Or to fully absorb it.
But we’re naked now, and Jameson Vance, my fake fiancé, is down on his knees in front of me, his strong hands gripping my ass, pulling me to him as he feeds himself my pussy.
I’m very hungry, Megan.
My legs quiver as he suckles on my clit, and all my blood, all my awareness, races to the place where his mouth meets my body. It’s such a rush, I almost fall over.
You haven’t even glimpsed my appetite yet.
My knees threaten to buckle as his tongue lashes my flesh, over and again. My heart pounds so fiercely, it rattles my bones when I feel him groan, his mouth working feverishly between my legs.
I’m fucking shaking.
My whole body is on fire. My senses all snap to attention, to bask in every sensation as he lavishes me with pleasure. My fingers dig and twist into his hair, gripping him so I don’t fall right over.
But he’s holding me, and I know he won’t let me fall.
He’s too strong. Too sure of what he wants.
This.
My pleasure.
He makes out with my pussy like he’s in love with it and it tried to run away from him. Then he suckles my clit like it’s the sweetest thing he’s ever wrapped his lips around. His touch is alternately brutal in its intensity and so devout, so sweet, so patiently indulgent, it makes me tremble and sweat with the mounting ecstasy.
The pressure gathers between my thighs, coaxed toward a dazzling pinnacle by his mouth.
I’m almost there…
Already.
He sucks my clit harder, making me gasp, then lavishes me with long, loving strokes of his tongue.
Then he sucks again.
Then he flickers the tip of his tongue gently over my clit, over and over, like he’s savoring the taste, and mutters, “Megan,” in a broken voice. And when he suckles again, greedily, the ecstasy screams through me in a burst of white light.
No. I’m screaming.
I’m coming, hard.
The contractions rack my core, and I jerk, but his grip on my ass tightens, steadying me. My hips buck as the convulsions shudder through me, making me grind against him, and he moans his pleasure.
Delicious heat floods my shaking limbs with liquid sugar.
I can’t believe this is happening.
I can’t believe I stay on my feet.
But I’m a slave to the magic he’s unleashed in my core.
We both are.
Just as the contractions are beginning to fade, he hungrily coaxes out another climax, like waves crashing over one another. I’m crying out again, I’m swearing, and I jerk myself shamelessly against his mouth as he groans his approval.
He’s latched onto me, sucking, that exquisite tongue stoking the fire.
I’m burning, and he’s the sun.
I’m a castle in hot sand, built up and smashed down again in the crashing waves.
I cling to him as he drinks me in.
And when my knees finally give out, he catches me as I fall.