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MADISON

I shouldn’t be this excited about something I have no experience doing, yet I know Jagger will take care of me. He instinctively knows what I like. Not only is he my stalker, but he’s damn good at reading me.

Straddling his face, I look down at him, slowly lowering myself toward his mouth.

Jagger’s hands reach up, pulling me onto his face. I gasp in shock, then pleasure, as his tongue moves around my pussy, licking me like I’m a damn ice cream cone that’s melting in the hot summer sun and he needs to ravish me before I melt. I just might fucking melt from the way he’s looking at me and the sensations he’s making me feel, the pleasure barreling through me like a blazing inferno.

His face is reverent as if I’m the most beautiful woman in the world. The only woman he sees. It’s heady and exactly what I need right now.

Gripping the headboard, I bite my lip, moans falling from my lips. My head tilts forward and I meet his onyx eyes. I swear I see flames of desire burning in them, turning them charcoal gray instead of black, as he feasts on me like a starving man.

“Fuck, Jagger.” My hand moves through his long hair, pushing it from his eyes. “You always know what I want. What I need.”

He pulls away slightly. “And I always will.”

Oh, hell. His words turn me on almost as much as his tongue. I move my hips in time with his mouth, my head falling back as I mutter curses and moans. My body is overheated from the way he uses his lips and tongue as if he knows my body better than I do.

As I pant and whimper, begging him not to stop, nails digging into the headboard, the realization flows through me. He’s giving me back my power . My control .

My life has spiraled out of control since my dad died and I’ve been swept along by the current, being dragged along by the choppy, volatile waves.

Ben’s betrayal was the final straw. I felt like I was drowning.

Until now.

Jagger threw me a life raft, pulling me back to shore. But he doesn’t let me hold on to the raft and drift along. No, he’s teaching me how to swim again, showing me how strong I am.

I ride his face like a surfer on a board, chasing the high of riding a huge wave. Only, my wave is my orgasm. As the pleasure crests through me, I scream, my body shaking and bucking against his mouth, as I come harder than I ever have in my life. By the time I stop convulsing from it, I’m spent, my head in my arms that grip the headboard, barely hanging on.

He chuckles from below me. “Oh, baby girl. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”

Jesus. I should tap out and wave the white flag of surrender, but his words send a delicious shiver through my spine, giving me new life.

Lifting my head, I look at him. “What do you have in mind?”

“Ride my cock like your life depends on it. Even harder and wilder than you did in my truck.”

Fuck. Me.

Lifting my core from him, I scramble down his body, his laughter floating around me, warming my insides.

“I can’t help it,” I say with a wide grin. “I’m desperate to feel you inside me again.”

He sits up, his hands cupping my face. “Well, get used to it. Because you’re going to be feeling me inside you until you can’t take any more of me.” Reaching between us, he grabs his cock. “Sink down on me, baby girl. I want you to take every fucking inch until you’re sheathed to the hilt.”

Goddamn. My nipples harden into two sharp points as I lower myself onto the head of his cock. Because I’m impatient as hell, I don’t even give myself time to adjust to his large size. Instead, I slam my body down on him, both of us releasing loud moans as I take him inside of me until I can’t go any further.

“God, Jagger,” I moan, tears in my eyes. “This is so fucking good.”

A line creases his forehead as he looks back and forth between my eyes. “Are you okay, sweetness?”

Nodding frantically, I smile. “It just feels incredible. I’ve never…” I raise up on him, then slam myself back down. “Felt anything…” I repeat the movement again, feeling my juices soaking my inner thighs. “This damned good.” My voice is throaty, my breathing heavy as I move my hips in a circle with him deep inside of me.

“Fuck yes.” He pushes my sweaty hair from my face. “Nothing has ever felt this damn good.” His lips capture mine and I wrap my arms around his neck, drowning in him.

As I continue riding him, tears spilling down my cheeks from the overwhelming pleasure I’m feeling, he gives me a wide smile, his dimple popping.

“You can hold on to me as tightly as you want, baby girl.” His lips press against mine before he pulls back, showing me the truth in his eyes. “I’m never, ever fucking leaving you . You can’t get rid of me, no matter how hard you try.”

I bounce harder on him, another orgasm right around the corner as I climb the mountain. “As if I’d want to get rid of you,” I say, breathlessly.

His smile takes my breath away. Reaching forward, his fingers pinch my nipple as his thumb moves to my clit. “Now come all over me so I can fill you up with so much of my fucking come it will drip out of you for days.”

His words send me careening down the other side of the mountain, my orgasm so powerful all I can do is cling to him as the shockwaves course through my body. Jagger takes over, bucking beneath me, controlling our bodies since I’m incapable of doing anything but digging my nails into him and hanging on for the ride.

Moving his hips in a circle, he stretches me in ways I’ve never been stretched before, hitting that infamous G spot I’ve only ever read about but never experienced.

Until now.

“We’re pure fire, baby girl. Hot and passionate.”

Yeah, and if I’m not careful, I’ll burn alive from it .

But I don’t say it. I simply moan from the things he’s doing to my body, trying to push my worries and the way I’m feeling for him from my mind.

And before I know what the hell is happening, I’m bucking and spasming on him again, screaming his name and clinging to him like a life raft, as he gives me yet another orgasm. He thrusts into me from below, harder and faster, until he shoves himself deep inside of me. With a loud, animalistic groan, he twitches, and unleashes his intense orgasm inside of me. Over and over again.

He falls back onto the bed and I go with him, too spent to move.

“How… how the hell… Did you… Sit up that long?” I ask breathlessly.

He chuckles, his breaths hitting my neck as he pants against me. “I wanted to be close to you… So I could… enjoy the ride… and have a better view.”

I giggle, not in any hurry to move. “How was the ride?”

“The fucking best I’ve ever had.” His lips brush against my neck, making me tremble. He pulls out of me, then says, “You better get some rest while you can. You’re in for a very long day and night.”

Lifting my head from his warm skin, my eyes sparkle. “Does this mean you aren’t going to fuck me and leave again? Drop it and roll?”

He throws his head back, laughing harder than I’ve ever seen him. “Hell no, baby girl.” Leaning down, he kisses my forehead, hands cupping my face. “I didn’t want to leave you the first time.” Pushing me onto my back, he rolls on top of me. “You’re my prisoner.” His lips meet mine. “My woman.” He kisses me again. “The one I’d do anything to protect.”

Fuck . I was getting pissed when he called me his prisoner, but now I like the sound of it because of the rest of his words.

Pulling back, he lines his cock up with my entrance. I don’t know how the hell the man is hard again, but I’m instantly turned on that he wants me already.

“And what are you to me?” I ask.

“Easy.” His grins. “I’m yours .” He slides inside and I moan. His gaze is locked on mine as he says, “I’m your man.” Thrust . “Your protector.” Harder thrust. “Your obsession.”

I fall, head over heels, from his words, but more importantly, the look in his eyes. His actions. The promises he makes that he always backs up.

“Jagger?”

“Yeah, baby girl?” He thrusts harder and I nearly lose all ability to speak. To think.

“I… Fuck that feels good.” My nails slide over his sweaty back. My heels dig into his ass, pulling him inside me deeper.

“That’s not what you were going to say,” he grits out, pounding into me. Slamming deep inside of me, he stills, hand cupping my face. “Tell me.” His face and eyes are soft, melting every part of me. He repairs all my broken pieces, mending my heart together like glue.

“I’ve fallen… for my stalker,” I say with a smile.

He laughs, pulling out again before pushing deep inside me. “It’s about fucking time.”

I laugh, before growing serious, losing myself in the pleasure only he can give me.