Felicity does as she’s told, and feels the effects

"I want it," she whispered, her voice hoarse. "I want you to fuck me." The words felt strange on her lips, but she didn't care. She wanted him to know, wanted him to understand how much she needed him.

James's eyes narrowed, his grip on his cock tightening. "Beg," he said, his voice a command. "Beg me to fill you up, to make you come all over my cock."

Felicity's eyes widened at his demand, but the desire within her was too intense to resist. "Please," she whimpered, her hand moving faster over her clit. "Please, James, I need you to fuck me."

The second her words left her lips, her body convulsed with pleasure, an orgasm more powerful than she had ever felt before crashing over her. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she cried out his name, her body shaking with the force of it. It was as if her begging had unlocked something deep inside her, something primal and desperate for his touch.

James watched her, his eyes dark with desire, his hand moving even faster over his cock. He could feel his own orgasm building, his balls tightening with every whimper that fell from her lips. "Fuck, Felicity," he growled. "You're so beautiful when you come for me."