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He ate me out until my legs started to shake, until I was on the verge of coming for him, just screaming out his name and begging him to shove his thick cock in me. He moved his mouth over my clit, sucking at the hard little bud, making me cry for more, needing it all.
“You taste so damn good, so sweet, so… mine.”
He licked and sucked, tormented me and pleasured me. And just like that I came for him, crying out and digging my nails into my palms. He grunted and renewed his efforts on me.
And when I couldn’t handle the sensitivity anymore—when the pleasure was so much it was almost painful—I pushed him away gently, and only then did he rise up and embrace me. He moved his hands up and down my back, soothing me, making me feel like melted butter.
I watched in rapt awe as he went for the button of his slacks, popped it free, and pulled out his thick, hard cock. Jackson stroked himself over and over again, just watching me, making me feel so exposed in more ways than just being naked.
“Fuck me.” I don’t know what got into me. I felt like this fiend, this addict that needed what only Jackson could give me. I heard the harsh groan spill from him right before his fingers dug into my flesh and his hold became rough and out of control.
I knew then that this was it, that he’d finally take me again.
Jackson pushed my legs open brutally, a kick of his foot to mine, making me open like a flower. And then I felt the tip of his dick at my entrance, a thick intrusion I couldn’t wait for.
“I hope you’re ready for this, because I’m going to give you everything you wanted, Meggie.” And in one powerful thrust he buried himself deep in my body.
I gasped at the intrusion, at the way he stretched me. I couldn’t think straight, and could only feel him deep inside of me. He groaned behind me, his face pressed between my shoulder blades, his breathing harsh.
I couldn’t help the fact my pussy kept clenching around him, contracting, trying to draw him up inside me, deeper, higher.
“You’re mine and I’m not letting you go.”
And despite the fact I knew this, had known this from the very beginning, hearing him say it was music to my ears. It was the sweetest surrender for me, and I wanted nothing more than to give myself over to him irrevocably.
Chapter 12
Megan
“I love it here, Jackson. I wish we never had to leave,” I confessed to him.
We were lying on a quilt on Jackson’s private beach overlooking the ocean. The warm sun shone down upon us and I never wanted to move again. I was okay with that. Jackson had taken me to his private villa just outside of Kissamos, Greece. We had been here for two days and I was having the time of my life.
Jackson took me through the streets of Kissamos to see the culture. We’d enjoyed boat tours, visited museums and shopped specialty stores. We had even traveled to the ancient city of Polyrinia. That was perhaps my favorite. Jackson had held my hand as we walked through the village and patiently told me about each place. You could literally feel the history in the air.
With everything we had experienced, the greatest thing about all of it was being with Jackson. He held my hand, kissed me, talked to me and made me feel… important… almost… loved. I’d never been so happy.
He also made love to me relentlessly. My body had achieved a golden tan—all over—because of the number of times he took me passionately on the beach, in the heated Grecian sun. Jackson refused to give me the option to be shy. One touch from him and I was gone. I lost myself in the things he did to my body and all I could think about was getting more of him.
“I have to go back to work tomorrow, little one. But I will bring you here again, I promise,” he assured me. “We will come back often.”
His fingers sifted through my hair as I curled deeper against him. I had my head on his chest and was lying on my side. Jackson was lying on his back and from my position the sound of his heart beating thrummed in my ear. It was steady—reassuring.
I hated the idea of leaving, but his answer brought up something we hadn’t really discussed—except during sex in the heat of the moment—something that weighed heavily on my mind.
“My father will be expecting me back home when we return to the States, Jackson.”
“It doesn’t matter what he expects. You’re not his concern anymore.”
“He’s already called several times and left messages on my phone.”
