Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22937 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 76(@300wpm)
Jameson reaches the door, and before I can say anything, he locks it.
Then he turns around and stares at me.
“Open your birthday present.” He commands.
“Now?”
“Yes,” he says. “Now.”
I walk over to where he’s placed it and untie the small ribbon. Removing its top, I suck in a breath at the sight of a stunning diamond necklace with a hazel-colored crown charm hanging at its center.
“Montana sapphire?” I ask.
“Yes,” Jameson says, moving closer. “Flip it over.”
I oblige, and see words etched onto its back.
“Queen of making shit too damn difficult.”
I hold back a laugh because I’m still mad at him.
“Thank you, Jameson,” I say. “This was a very thoughtful birthday gift.”
“I’m glad you like it…” He lifts the necklace from the box and then turns me toward my mirror. “Let me put it on you.”
I lift up my hair and watch him through the glass. The gem settles gently on my skin, and I press a finger against the chain.
“Now,” he says, pressing his mouth against the shell of my ear. “You’re going to take this T-shirt and whatever else you’re wearing underneath, and I’m going to fuck you in just your necklace.”
As if he can tell I was about to gasp, he gently bites my ear, whispering, “Take this shit off…”
I slide a hand between my legs and take off my panties first.
He slides his free hand under my shirt, unclasping my strapless bra and it falls to the floor.
“The T-shirt,” he demands, and I grab the hem and pull it over my head.
I’m stark naked in front of the mirror now, my body on full display for him. Keeping his eyes on mine through the glass, he takes off his blazer and tosses it to the floor.
The buttons come undone on his shirt within seconds, and he sets his wallet on the edge of my desk before stepping out of his pants.
“Is this what you want?” He pushes up against me, brushing his hardened cock against my back. “To be fucked for your first time?”
“Yes…” I nod.
He slaps my ass before spinning me around to face him.
“Get it then.” He glances at the condoms peeking out from his wallet, silently commanding me to take it out.
I grab one and tear it open, and he stares into my eyes as he rubs his cock up and down.
I blush at the sight of his length, and slowly place the condom over his top, sliding it inch by inch.
He suddenly pulls me against his chest, kissing me harder than ever, not giving me a chance to breathe.
“Are you sure, Scarlett?” He whispers harshly. “Because once I start fucking you, I will not stop.”
“Yes…”
“Good.” He spins me toward the mirror again and wedges a foot between my legs.
“Grab onto that chair and bend over for me…”
I do as he says, and he slowly slides into me, inch by thick inch.
“Ahhhh…” He kisses my shoulder with every move he makes, whispering, “you’re so fucking tight for me… Just for me…” against my skin.
I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror when he’s halfway buried deep—along with a faint hint of Jameson’s smile.
“Ahhhh.” I cry out when he’s completely inside me, when I feel so full and complete.
I lean back, attempting to adjust to his length, but he drags a hand up to my neck.
“Did I tell you to move?”
“No…”
“Then don’t…” He suddenly pulls out of me and thrusts back in, serving me a mix of pleasure and pain.
“Oh my God...” I cry out after two strokes, three, and have to grip onto the chair even harder.
“Tell me you’ll never let anyone fuck this pussy but me…” he whispers.
“Yes…”
“Say it.”
“I’ll never let—” I moan and his strokes get longer, as one of his hands caresses my breast. “I’ll never let anyone fuck this pussy but you.”
“So, it’s mine?”
“Yes.”
“Say it, Scarlett.” He kisses the back of my neck. “Tell me your pussy is mine.”
“It’s yours, James…”
“Close enough.” He pounds into me faster, harder, and our eyes meet in the mirror as he fucks me.
The necklace bobs against my neck, the only witness in the room.
“Ohhh God…” I see him pressing his thumb against my clit, swirling it in circles and keeping two different rhythms at the same time.
“I…” I can feel pressure building between my thighs, feel my body nearing the edge of something new, and before I know it, I’m screaming his name and his hand is muffling my mouth.
I can’t help but shut my eyes, and I’m pretty sure he has to hold me up to keep me from collapsing.
Oh my God…
When I come to, I’m lying back against my mattress, and Jameson is sitting butt-naked in my chair, his cock still rock hard.
“Come here.” He grabs my hands and pulls me closer until I’m between his legs.
Grabbing me by my waist, he gently lifts me up until my ass is against the edge of the desk.