Chapter 40 #2
Then he shuts me up, burying his length inside me with a single, brutal thrust. My jaw drops open in a silent gasp at how magnificent it feels when he enters me—the pleasurable burn, the tightening of my core, the pulsations that vibrate against my clit from the cock ring when he’s inside me.
I let out a warbled cry of ecstasy. I have never felt this full, or this fulfilled before. With his cock in my pussy and the plug in my ass, I am supremely stuffed.
His hands land on my hips, anchoring me in place as he stays still, allowing me time to adjust. When I open my eyes, he withdraws and then pushes back in, the cock ring grinding against my pubic bone, building up the tension until his thrusts are pounding into me.
My eyelids flutter shut at the beauty found within the synchronicity of our movements, at the tidal wave of pleasure engulfing my every nerve.
James unlocks something deep within me, instilling these deep-seated feelings of sensuality and safety.
A memory flashes in my brain. Only weeks ago, I told myself that I was tired of protecting myself by pretending that safety was the same as happiness.
While they aren’t the same, they’re both necessary.
Now, I realize I needed to feel safe before being comfortable enough to explore what makes me happy.
And James makes me feel both safe and happy.
With each thrust, my breasts bounce. “God, I love your tits, Georgie,” James grits out, his jaw clenched as sweat drips down his neck.
He reaches out to cup and squeeze my breast, and when he pinches my nipple, I circle my hips, pulling him deeper inside me.
“When you stop breastfeeding, I want to try nipple clamps.”
“Okay,” I breathe out. But I would have agreed to almost anything in this moment.
With only a few more thrusts, he sends me over the edge. Waves of tingling, trembling sensations undulate within me, coiling tighter and tighter, until I come with a pleasure-tinged scream as my orgasm stretches on, seeming like it’s never going to end.
But when it finally does, my legs unwind and fall to the sides of James’ hips.
Pulling out of me, James grabs my hand, interlacing our fingers around his cock, still slippery from my cum and the lube.
We move our hands together, pumping up and down the length of him until he comes, spraying my chest.
Then he collapses on top of me, muttering in my ear, “Fucking hell, Georgie. How do you feel so good each time?”
His skin, warm and slick with sweat, lube, and cum, feels like silk under my fingertips. We’re messy and dirty and I’ve never felt better in my life. Once the Nolan fiasco is behind us, then I can finally relax for good.
Which… reminds me why I came out to the workshop to begin with.
When James pulls back, I lie still, trying to catch my breath. After sliding off the cock ring and removing my butt plug, he ambles to the attached restroom to wash his hands. He returns with a damp hand towel to clean his cum off our chests.
He wipes my chest, first with the towel and then with his tongue.
Although I don’t remember him getting cum on my nipples, he swears he saw some there and therefore felt that my breasts needed a thorough cleaning.
While he works on his task, I take a deep breath and tell him about Charlotte’s earlier call.
“Charlotte called to tell us that your attorneys drafted the letter and agreements and had them messengered over to Nolan’s family’s attorney this morning.”
Popping his mouth off my nipple, he murmurs, “That’s great.”
“Charlotte said the attorneys sent letters to all the guys in the group chat, outlining the crimes they committed and threatening criminal charges. They also threatened to notify the other women whose photos were shared without consent. Did you know about that?”
James nods. “Yeah. The lead attorney didn’t take kindly to their behavior and wanted them to sweat a little.
If they agree to sign NDAs and delete the group chat and all the photos, it lowers the chances of your photos getting leaked.
It’s not a guarantee, but it reduces the risk.
Chances are, they’ll reach out to Nolan too, pressuring him to cooperate. ”
“Well, now it’s just a waiting game to see how Nolan reacts.”
Nolan thrives on conflict, and he hates losing, so I'm unsure how he'll react. Cooperate, or make both of our lives more complicated…
The attorneys gave Nolan a deadline of three days. If we don’t hear from him before then, we’ll turn over all the evidence to law enforcement.
“Seventy-two hours, and then we’ll know,” James comments.
“Three days seems like forever. I’m afraid the days are just going to drag on until we hear back.”
“I can think of a few ways we can pass the time,” James teases.
“Now who has a… what’d you say earlier? A provocative glimmer in your eyes?”
“Provocative gleam. But glimmer is close enough.”
He leaves to throw the towel into the dirty pile of shop rags that need to be washed or thrown away. Now that I’m steady on my feet, I slide off the Plymouth and lean down to grab my discarded clothing to get dressed.
“Not so fast, darlin’. We’ve got seventy-two hours to kill. I’m not done with you yet.”
My fingers still. I love the sternness I hear in his voice. James always makes it his mission to give me as many orgasms as he can.
Who am I to stand in his way?
So, I drop the clothes and await his next instructions.