His face was a half-contorted mask of pleasure above her as he quickened his face and delved deeper, angled in such a way that his full girth stroked her slick passageway and the blunt head of him rubbed mercilessly against the swollen node deep inside. With every buck of his hips, he made sure to grind against her g-spot, even as his movements became more deliberate, then more sporadic as he fought the impending build up gathering in his balls.<br/><br/>With another low groan, he bent her knees up and spread her thighs, opening her further to both him and the addition of her circling fingers between them. “That's right, sweetheart, I want you to come for me,” he encouraged in a voice gone low and heavy. One hand he freed from the grasp he had on her thigh. This time, it was him swatting her hand away, only to replace the grind of her fingertips with his. He had a rougher touch, but more deliberate as his digits pressed hard and circled in the same motion. Flick, stroke, circle, press became the pattern he used in time to the forceful rocking of his hips.<br/><br/>Soon, though, the man's eyes closed with a shudder that raced down his spine. That imminent build up raced up the length of his cock and caused him to dive deeper still, filling her to her very core. He came hard after that, his seed exploding inside her. His spine went rigid in that instance and he released her thigh as he braced himself above her with one palm pressing into the mattress beside her head. He groaned her name close to her ear toward the end, his breath harsh against her skin.<br/><br/>He didn't immediately roll over and away, however. Instead, he tilted his head and whispered wickedly into her ear. “Tomorrow morning, you're my breakfast,” he warned huskily. “There will be no<i>James, I need you now. </i>You're going to be at my mercy, understand?”<br/><br/>He was a man of his word, after all.