Page 102 of Wait for Him

His eyes open. He's so fucking beautiful it pisses me off.

"Let him out, baby. Unleash him." I hold his gaze and nod. "You won't hurt me. You're the only one I've ever trusted like this. You know that."

"Rose. No. I can’t."

"Jackson." I slap him across the cheek, and the crack of it echoes off the walls. "Let. Him. Out."

For a second, there’s nothing.

Then his eyes come back to mine, and the blue is mostly gone, swallowed dark, and the look on his face tells me exactly who I've unleashed.

Fuck, I've missed him.

"Yes. Yes, baby. Please." I drag my nails down his chest, and his back bows.

"Fuuuckkk."

He drags himself upright, spreads my legs wide, and buries himself deep with one hard thrust.

The cry wrenches out of my lungs before I can own it, and his growl floods my body with heat. His hand wraps around my throat and he fucks me hard, pounding me into the mattress. He's rabid. Exactly how I need him.

Then he flips me over like a fucking ragdoll, hauls my thighs back against him and slaps my ass hard.

"God!"

The next blow lands on the other cheek. Then blow after blow until I'm screaming into the sheets, and then he spreads me open and rains slap after slap against my clit until I'm shaking through an earthquake of an orgasm.

"That's it. Fucking scream for me." He snatches my head back by a fistful of hair. "You like being my fucking pet, don't you, Rosepetal?"

"Yes." It tears out of me. His hold tightens, the sting in my scalp is spreading as he starts rutting into me again. "Fuck. Fuck, Jack!"

His nails score down my back, and I fist the sheets.

"You like it when I leave my mark on you. Claim you." He thrusts hard. "Mine." Then his thumb presses against the ring of my ass, his saliva falling warm between my cheeks, before he pushes all the way in.

"Right there! Oh, God, right there!"

"Fuck, Rosepetal. You just clenched the fuck out of my cock. I forgot how much you love me playing with this little asshole of yours."

He slides his thumb in and out to match the rhythm of his thrusts, and I combust. The rush of liquid hits my thighs and the bed as I scream a sound I have never made in my life.

Not once. Not with anyone.

"Goddamn. My perfect fucking whore. Look at the mess you made. We're not done yet, though."

I'm not going to survive this.

That's the last coherent thought I manage before his thrusts turn punishing, and the room dissolves into his growls, my screams and the wet slap of skin.

Suddenly my knees leave the bed. My ass is airborne, his hands locked on my hips while he fucks up into me, and my legs are just useless things flopping beneath me while I'm being impaled.

"I love how fucking tiny you are. Give me another one. I'm close. I need one more."

I'd give him ten. I'd give him anything. I'll panic about that later.

Something about the angle has him impossibly deep, and my orgasm comes for me hard and fast, just busting through the fucking doors.

"Fuck. Fuck." He drops me onto the bed writhing, and jet after jet of hot cum hits my back.