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BLAKELY

I love you too, Jamie.

It should be easy to say the words back, yet my tongue won’t form them. The feelings are there, so obnoxiously obvious that I’ve drawn the conclusion that there’s just something wrong with me.

I’m ready to hand myself over to him completely, yet his declaration goes unreciprocated. If he were a lesser man, he’d have grown too offended to still look into my eyes with unguarded, piercing love, regardless of my inability to repeat the words.

Jamie is far from a lesser man. Instead, he’s the one-of-a-kind type that you don’t stumble upon out of nowhere. It was nothing short of a miracle that I found him, some sort of guiding hand from the universe itself leading me to his house.

Whatever it was doesn’t matter now that I have him.

“I haven’t been with anyone in a long time,” I admit, keeping him pinned beneath my body.

“Good. You’re mine.”

It’s a blunt, claiming statement.

His hips shift, and I feel the hard length of him between my legs. Sparks of pleasure ignite where we touch, and I roll my lip between my teeth, seating more of my weight over his shaft.

Eyes darkening, he presses his fingers harder into my waist and encourages me to grind down. The pressure draws a moan from my chest. I’m tempted to say fuck it and drop to my knees right now. I haven’t had him in my mouth yet, but I’ve been trying to for days.

Jamie’s usually too focused on pleasuring me to pay much attention to the way I reach for his cock and attempt to blow him damn near every night.

Maybe I should change that.

When I shrug his hands off my body, he simply quirks a brow and watches me slide to the floor. The cold, hard floor bites into my knees through my thin leggings, but that doesn’t stop me from reaching for his hips.

His eyes don’t sway while I pop open the button and unzip his jeans. When I tug at the waistband, he lifts his hips and lets me pull them down his legs. Doubt wiggles through my brain once I toss the jeans out of the way, reminding me that I’ve never done this before and will probably be shit at it.

We’ve been taking things slow, and yeah, I’ve jerked him off more than a few times, but this is . . . this is far more intimate. My lack of experience wouldn’t have been such a big hitter if he wasn’t who he is.

The guy who’s probably had his fair share of women in this exact position. Women who didn’t need any guidance or instructions.

In only his tight, black boxer briefs, I can make out every inch of his length as it stretches the material. And when Jamie lifts his shirt an inch up his stomach, I rub my thighs together and stare at the glistening tip peeking out of the waistband.

Callused fingers curl beneath my chin, tipping it back so I’m forced to stare up at his face. “What do you need from me?”

“I don’t know,” I say, hating how hot my cheeks feel .

“You won’t do anything wrong. If you breathe on my dick, I’ll be ready to come.”

I roll my eyes, the corner of my mouth tipping up. “What if I hurt you by accident?”

“Don’t use your teeth and you won’t hurt me.”

To make things easier for me, he pulls down his briefs and chucks them across the room. I swallow the excess spit in my mouth as the full, bare length of him comes into view, and he spreads his legs at the edge of the bed.

“Come here,” he soothes, taking his cock into his hand and giving it a long, slow jerk.

I sway forward, sliding my hands from his knees to his thighs. Cautiously, I reach for him, replacing his hand with mine.

“You know what I like. Now, use your mouth.”

The dark tip is wet with his arousal, and I act without letting myself think. With him hot and hard in my palm, I drop my head and lap at the pearl of liquid.

He hisses a breath and bucks forward, reaching for me but only sliding a gentle hand through my hair.

I moan at the pressure of him threading his fingers through the strands and pulling gently.

“Good girl, Blakely. Do that again.”

There’s more cum waiting the second time I swipe my tongue over the slit. And when I open my jaw and take the whole head into my mouth, it continues to flow.

Batting my lashes, I keep him pressed against my tongue and look up, searching for approval in his burning gaze.

“Take a bit more. Get it nice and wet— fuuuck . Yeah, fill that pretty mouth with your husband’s cock,” he groans, thighs spasming beneath my elbows.

My gag reflex has me stopping with only half of him inside before I’m forced to retreat. Thick ringlets of spit drip down the few inches I couldn’t fit, and I use my hand to spread them along the shaft .

“You’re doing so good, baby,” he praises, dropping a hand behind him to rest on the bed while the other remains buried in my hair. “Just a little more. I won’t last if you keep going.”

I suck the tip into my mouth, then release it with a pop. “What if I don’t want you to last?”

“Then take what you want.”

It’s good enough for me.

Determined, I keep my fingers wrapped around the base of him and drop my head, taking him as deep into my mouth as I can. The salty flavour of him is familiar, and I can only blame our feeding habit for that. It’s a kink that I didn’t know I had but have grown to really, really love.

I’m hot beneath his heavy sweatshirt, and with only a sports bra on, my nipples are stimulated in the tight material with every rise of my chest. The centre of my leggings is damp, my panties sodden. Every inch of me is sensitive and aching, but I’m too focused on him to search for relief.

Every bob of my head and jerk of my wrist has him fidgeting above me and my hair wrapped another time around his knuckles. I whimper when he pulls on my hair harder than before.

The sharp bite of pain travels down my spine and spasms in my core, an invisible finger flicking my clit.

“Last chance to pull back,” he grunts, voice cracking.

I suck him harder, too focused on succeeding at this to heed his warning.

The veins along his shaft rub against my palm, the muscles throbbing as he sucks in a breath and releases my hair so he can hold my head in place. Gagging when he thrusts deep enough to hit the back of my throat, I don’t try to pull away.

“Fuck. Swallow it for me, Blakely. All of it,” he grunts before heat slashes my throat.

I press my tongue to the bottom of my mouth and swallow. His shaft slips further down my throat, and my eyes water and burn while he comes .

It goes on until tears drip down my cheeks and he’s swiping them away, pulling out to haul me over his body. He drops me onto the mattress beside him, hardly breaking a sweat after tossing me around like I’m a hundred pounds soaking wet.

I don’t have time to move from my splayed-out position before he’s hovering above me and yanking his shirt over his head. My eyes cross at the sight of his naked, tanned skin and muscles for fucking days. It’s been two months of being around him, and I’ve yet to not get tongue-tied because of how good-looking he is.

He’s the type of guy you see acting on a TV show and fangirl over for the next six months. Only I’m planning on fangirling over him for far longer than that.

“When you look at me like that, I do feel like a pretty boy,” he teases.

“You’re far more than a pretty boy.”

His grin is as sexy as it is nerve-racking. “Thank you, wife. Now, as much as I love seeing you in my clothes, I need you naked.”

“Have at it, then.”

I expect him to simply pull them off. I’m so, so very wrong.

My squeal gets swallowed in the mattress when he spins me onto my front and hikes my ass into the air. I’m a willing rag doll, and my silly fucking grin is freeing.

Jamie slowly peels my leggings and ruined panties down past my ass and thighs before maneuvering me to get them the rest of the way off. His sweatshirt hangs over my mouth, his cologne strong on the fabric as I breathe in quickly.

A grumble fills the air behind me, and two thick, callused fingers rub between my legs, feeling just how wet I am.

“Yeah, I knew I’d find you like this. Flushed pink and dripping,” he murmurs, sinking those two fingers inside without hesitation. “You’ll be able to take my cock tonight, won’t you, wife? ”

“You’ll make it fit,” I moan, pushing my ass back into him.

“Of course I will. I always take care of this pretty pussy.”

The bed dips behind me, and I hold my breath, half expecting him to take me like this. I’d let him fuck me any way he wanted whenever he chose to, and that’s because of the unwavering trust I have in him.

It’s not his cock that breaches me, though. A long, wet tongue glides through my lips, replacing his fingers, seeking the same destination.

He paws at my ass and spreads the cheeks while burying his tongue inside of me, not caring about the filthy noises that explode in the room.

“Jamie,” I mewl, arching further to try and open myself up more for him. “ So good. You’re—That’s . . . Yes!”

He moans into my pussy and brings his thumb to my clit, rubbing hard circles around it the way I like. The stimulation is intense, but the pleasure is stronger. I rock my hips faster, riding his face while my fingers curl into the comforter.

“More. More, baby. I’m close,” I plead, my forehead rubbing against the bed.

With a deep, guttural noise, Jamie sucks at my pussy and moves his thumb faster, the pressure growing firmer with every pass. My thighs shake, and I gasp, pushing myself back into his mouth as my climax crests.

His groan is loud, almost angry, and he stays where he is, continuing to pleasure me until I can’t take any more and pull forward away from his face.

I’ve hardly caught my breath by the time he’s spinning me onto my back and staring down at me, a blinding sense of devotion in his eyes. He drags his palm down his face and licks his lips before crawling on top of me and hitching my thigh around his hip.

“That’s the best meal I’ve ever had,” he muses, bringing his mouth to my neck. His kisses are hot and wet, making my core clench in anticipation. “You’re the best everything I’ve ever had. And when you smile at me like that?” With a hand to his chest, he blows out a hard breath. “I feel like I can fly.”

“Stop it,” I whisper, unable to shake the smile he’s talking about.

The head of his cock slides through my pussy, painting me in his precum but never slipping inside. He takes the bottom of his sweatshirt and slides it up my stomach, kissing the skin revealed inch by inch.

“I’m not stopping. You’ll have to make me.”

Not happening.

When the sweatshirt gets pushed over my sports bra, he abandons it long enough to tug my breasts free of the tight fabric. As if he genuinely can’t get enough of me and my body, he takes my breasts into his hands and presses them together before pulling a nipple between his lips and sucking.

I moan, dragging my nails down his scalp. Everything turns me on when I’m with Jamie, but having him feast on my breasts with no sign of coming up for air is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen in my life.

He rolls my nipple between his teeth before shifting to the other one and giving it the same love. By the time he’s releasing my breasts and working my clothes the rest of the way off, I’m shaking with need.

Feeling that, Jamie kisses me. He softly coaxes my lips open and snakes his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself, but it doesn’t matter. Nothing does but him.

“I’m on birth control,” I whisper, holding his sides.

“I haven’t been with anyone in at least six months.”

I drag my nails along his skin, holding his gaze. “Don’t use a condom.”

“Tell me if it’s too much or you want to stop. You set the pace, baby,” he says, running his fingers through my pussy before filling me with two. “I’m going to try three fingers now.”

I nod, lost in the way he looks at me like I’m his one and only forever .

The stretch of his fingers is uncomfortable but not painful. By the third glide of them inside, I’m relaxing again. A beat later, he’s pulling them free and holding the thigh still hitched on his hip.

“I love you, Blakely,” he murmurs as his cock breaches me.

My eyes roll back as he slowly sinks inside, stalling after a few moments. A shaky, strained exhale, and then he’s retreating and pushing back inside, deeper this time.

“Relax for me, baby. It’s a tight fit, but we’re halfway there. You’re doing so good for me,” he coos.

I try to relax, but it feels too good.

My clit sings when he plays with it, giving me what I need. The pleasure blooms, and a heartbeat later, he’s sliding so deep I cry out, so, so full.

“Fucking Christ, you’re still so tight,” he hisses, squeezing his eyes shut as his expression tightens.

The roughness in his voice has me involuntarily clenching around him, growing even more turned on. His stomach muscles ripple as he falls back onto his knees and uses his hold on my thigh to lift my ass off the bed.

Somehow, he goes even deeper.

“Jamie,” I whimper, wanting him to open his eyes and look at me again. “I need you . . . I need you to move.”

He gives me a crooked grin before his breath hitches, and it falls. “If I move, I’m going to come.”

“Then come. Just please. Please move,” I plead.

My other thigh finds a home around his hip, and I grip onto the smooth wooden slats on the headboard. His stare is hot enough to set me on fire as he drags it from my head to rest between my legs, taking in the sight of me stuffed full of him.

“I’m going to need you to come for me first, Blakely. Don’t let go of that headboard, and remember that I love you. It won’t feel like it in five seconds.”

I shiver and nod. He grips both of my hips and keeps my ass off the bed before thrusting hard. My breath flies out of my lungs at the impact. Another thrust has the headboard smacking into the wall, but my grip stays firm.

His jaw pulses as he fucks into me with a strength that doesn’t surprise me. It’s always buried beneath his skin, only coming out on the field and now, in bed with me.

“Keep going,” I moan, my breasts shaking with every jerk of my body.

“You’re my match, Blakely. The half of me I didn’t know was missing,” he rasps, filling me with a ferocity that could bring the ceiling down on top of us. “My wife .”

Another climax is riding toward me on a wave that I fear will take me under. Maybe I’d like if it did. It’s not like Jamie would let me drown.

He lifts me higher off the bed, his balls slapping my ass as my vision narrows, the edges growing black. Fuzz fills my ears, and a throat-scraping cry trips free of my chest as I come.

“I’m right here, baby. Right fucking here. Filling your pussy so full—Jesus Christ .”

A low, dominating growl follows, and Jamie’s hips stutter as warmth fills me. I stay in the air for what feels like minutes until slowly, I’m falling back, now bundled in strong, familiar arms.

“You did so good. I love you,” Jamie whispers, stroking my neck and chest and cheeks.

I close my eyes and smile, blindly reaching for his face. “I don’t know what you were talking about. You could never treat me like you felt anything but love for me.”

“I’ll have to try harder next time.” He chuckles and pushes my sweaty hair from my forehead. “Come shower with me.”

“I don’t want to. I’m tired.”

“Just hold on to my neck, and I’ll take care of you.”

I wrap my arms around him and cling like a koala as he carries me out of bed. The sheen of sweat on his chest doesn’t bother me, so I rest my cheek against him and keep my eyes shut.

“You always take care of me, Jamie. ”

“’Course I do. If I don’t, someone else will.”

Even half-asleep and sex drunk, I can’t stop asking stupid questions. “What about at the end of our contract?”

His hold on me tightens, becoming ironclad.

“I’ll offer you another one. A contract that keeps you with me forever. For real this time.”