His movements grow steadily faster and harder until he is slamming into me again and again while pulling my hips back to meet his thrusts. Pressure mounts within me. Tingles build in my limbs as I grip the sheets below me and my toes curl.
I push up onto all fours and thrash my head back, letting out moans so guttural it’s hard to believe they are coming from me. But he seems to love it. “Fuck, baby, you take my cock so good.”
I move with him, meeting him thrust for thrust until the build up threatens to overtake me. He reaches his hand around, pinching my clit, and the earth stops spinning on its axis as I explode around him, screaming his name. His movements become jerky and a moment later, he follows right behind me, filling me with searing hot ropes of cum.
We collapse forward onto the bed, completely spent. He pulls my back into his chest, dropping kisses along my shoulder, snuggling into me. “So, fucking good. You take me so good, babe. It’s like you were made for me,” he growls in my ear. And something has changed deep within me. Like one of my broken parts was made whole.
“That was…”
“Just the beginning,” he whispers. “You have no idea how many times I’m going to make you scream my name. That was just the beginning.” He climbs out of the bed and before I can spiral he comes back a moment later with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning me before pulling the blankets over us.
And I melt into a puddle at the gesture of kindness. My eyes prick with tears as I take in how different every moment of this night has been. From him making me food to listening to me talk, his unwavering support while I acted like a crazy person, and how he made me feel things I thought I was too broken to experience.
He climbs back into bed after getting rid of the washcloth. His body curling protectively around my own. “Sleep. You’re going to need to keep your strength up.”
“Okay,” I mutter. My body feels both weightless and yet perfectly grounded. He kisses my shoulder and nuzzles into my neck. And for the first time in what feels like forever, I drift into a peaceful sleep.
I wake up to Jackson’s mouth on my nipple as he gently trails his fingers around my clit. “You know a girl could get used to this,” I moan as I arch my back, pushing my breasts into his face.
“That’s the plan,” he murmurs against my skin. He trails kisses downwards towards my core. And then his hot mouth is on my most sensitive area.
“Jackson!” I moan loudly. I’m already so close to coming, but then he pulls back, and I growl in frustration.
“Tsk, tsk, greedy girl. I didn’t say you could come yet,” he admonishes. But then he’s back, licking and sucking at me. He builds me right to the precipice of exploding before pulling away again.
“What are you doing?” I ask. Shock and frustration warring for dominance inside me as he teases me relentlessly.
“Taking my time, enjoying my breakfast,” he says with a smirk.
“Well, maybe you should stop playing with your food andfinish it,” I snap abruptly as frustration wins out.
He chuckles at me before resuming his licks and sucks. He adds two fingers and pumps in and out, finding a part of me I didn’t realize existed before last night. Pressure builds to a combustible level, and I don’t know if I would survive him stopping again. “I swear to the moon goddess herself, I will claw your eyes out if you stop again,” I moan.
His answer is to suck my clit harder and add another finger, curling them inside me. I’m so tightly coiled that when my orgasm finally hits, it lasts so long that it feels like it will never end. I might have blacked out for a second. I definitely saw stars. Jackson keeps licking and sucking at me, drawing out my release.
“I’ve created a monster,” Jack says with a chuckle against my clit.
When he has wrung every drop of pleasure from my body, he moves upwards, settling his hips between my legs. He holds himself up with one arm as he slides his cock up and down my slit before finally pushing inside of me in one swift motion. Unlike last night, Jackson gives me no time to adjust to him. But considering how wet and relaxed I am after my marathon orgasm, he slides into me seamlessly.
He thrusts into me hard and fast. Relentlessly. Like he's been waiting for this since the first moment he laid eyes on me. Like he needs me.
“Fuck, your pussy is so tight,” he grunts out. “So, fucking tight.” His words, combined with his thrusts, drive me wild. “I need you to come for me again. I need to feel your tight cunt as it strangles my cock.” His words push me over the edge, muscles clenching around him as I cry out. He follows with a deep moan and a shudder, filling me once again. Then he leans in and kisses me before pulling back and staring into my eyes. “We should get up before I need to fuck you again.”
“That’s not exactly a threat, you know?” I smirk at him.
He groans and nips at my bottom lip. “Such a temptation. Food first, and then I’m going to fuck you against the wall in the shower.” I can’t help the smile that breaks out on my face.
“What do you want to eat?” I ask as I play with his hair.
“How about I make pancakes?” he responds. My eyes widen in amazement, and my eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Pancakes. He’s makingpancakesfor me. Who is this guy? The corners of my mouth curl upward as my brain struggles to process how different a morning with Jackson is to what I’m used to.
“You’re making me breakfast?”
“Yeah, most males love to feed their females. You need to get used to being treated right, babe.” My heart stutters at his words. The ease at which he claimed me as his warms my insides and makes me want to never leave this bed.
“You called me your female.”
“Yeah, I did. You have a problem with that?” He asks as he stands up and pulls on his sweatpants from last night before throwing me his shirt.
