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That means something, too.
As complicated as things were between Liam and Jackson, with me and Jackson it was very simple. I didn’t want the angry Jackson. But this kind, thoughtful, and sweet Jackson, I want. Madly. Deeply.
I give Muskoka another big kiss on the head, and he hastily shuts his eyes, obviously tired from the long day of playing. I feel Jackson’s presence behind me, and I turn, finding his gaze intensely on me, stripping my clothes right off my body.
My breath hitches and I lift my hands. “Doggy hands.” I know I need a minute to gather my thoughts. I feel oddly nervous, and I don’t know what to do with myself. Things have changed with him, I feel that. He’s decided about me. About us. And butterflies dance in my belly at the idea, too.
I move to the large kitchen with white cabinets and dark gray counters, stopping at the kitchen sink. I turn the water onto warm, but that heat is incomparable to what boils through me when Jackson slides his arms around my waist. He begins washing his hands with mine, and all those nerves wash away. This feels right. He feels right. We feel right together.
The thickness of his strong body presses against mine, letting me feel how hard he is. I lean my head back against his shoulder and moan at how amazing it is to have him close again. He turns off the faucet and spins me in his arms. “Best we see about ensuring you decide I’m worthy of you,” he states.
“Yes, you surely do have some proving to do,” I barely manage through my raging lust.
He gives me that sexy smile before he captures my mouth. His thumbs are under my chin and he’s tipping my head back, deepening the kiss. His tongue swirls with mine. His kiss is rough, wild. I’m lost just that easily. That’s what he does to me. But then all I know is I need him naked. I need to feel him. Every inch of him.
I reach for his shirt, and he has it off a second later. I reach for his shorts but he brushes away my hands and removes them himself. He kisses my neck now, licking, teasing me until I’m moaning. He pushes my cotton shirt up over my bra, and then pulls my bra down, exposing my breasts. I am his plaything as he slides his mouth over me from my neck to my nipples, all the way back up again. He keeps on just like that until I’m circling my hips with every kiss he gives, hungry for so much more.
With rough hands, he spins me around again, and he’s reaching for my shorts, yanking the fabric down, along with my panties. I lean back against him, wiggling against his dick, wanting him deep inside me, when he reaches for my cotton shirt. He flips it over my head, but the shirt never falls down my arms or lands on the floor.
He nips at my neck, licking his way up to my ear before he murmurs, “Let’s have a little fun, shall we?”
When he leans away, I slowly feel my shirt tighten and tighten around my upper arms, until I realize he’s bound me. I’m not sure how he’s done it exactly. All I know is there is no way I’m getting out of this.
He steps away then and smacks my bum. I wiggle, teasing him. He slaps again. Harder this time. When I stop moving, he chuckles deeply. “I like the way you wiggle against me, Mallory. Keep going.”
I glance over my shoulder and smile. “Like this?” I wiggle my bum in the sexiest way I know how.
His grunt is my reward.
Another slap and then he’s backing away. I turn just as I see him grab a condom he must have tossed onto the counter. He rips the wrapper open with his teeth and then he’s rolling the latex over his hard-on. I glance at him, this man who surprised me and then surprised me again. His muscular frame looks even more muscular with the intensity he’s obviously suffering.
I am soaking up the eye candy in the seconds before he’s behind me again, his hands threading into my hair. He angles my head back, arching my spine in the same second his cock finds my slit and slides in all the way to the hilt. His other hand is on my breast, cupping me, and he’s riding me hard and fast. Each thrust forward slaps his pelvis against my ass, and it’s rough and wild and feral. This doesn’t feel like sex. This doesn’t feel like it’s only about pleasure. This feels like ownership.
His hand moves to my neck, while the other slaps my bum, again and again before he’s gripping my hips, taking me hard. Mind-boggling thrusting of his hips steals away my thoughts. Pleasure is overcoming me, and I’m moaning and screaming and shivering into the sensations he’s delivering.
I scream out my happiness with his violent thrust upward that sends me on tiptoes, and then he withdraws. I exhale, trembling with the force of what he’s doing to me. Then I glance over my shoulder, finding him walking backward next to his kitchen island.
He slowly sinks to the floor and crooks a finger at me. “Come here, sweetheart.” I approach him and settle my feet next to his hips, ready to sink down onto his dick, when he arches an eyebrow. “No, Mallory, I want to taste you.”
Heat flushes through me, wild and wicked. I take the few steps until his face is near my sex.
When I go to tilt my head back, he says, “Eyes on me.”
I shiver at the heat in the depths of his when he leans forward and licks my clit with the flat of his tongue. It’s gentle. It’s teasing. It makes me crazy. His gorgeous face is between my thighs, his gaze locking onto mine. I want to touch him; the bindings won’t let me. I’m throbbing,
aching, and I can tell he’s not doing this to get me off. He wants me to burn for him. He wants me desperate.
And I’m there.
When my legs begin to tremble, he has me in his arms again, and I’m squatting above his cock. He angles me perfectly until I’m poised at his cock, and then I’m sinking down onto him, swallowing him up. Our moans echo each other. He holds my weight with his hands under my bum, slowly waiting until my body accepts him.
That’s obviously as gentle as he plans to be. In the very next second, he pumps up into me. I lower my hips, bringing myself closer to him, wanting him deep, needing all of him inside of me. I can’t look away from the intensity in his eyes. The way he owns me when he looks at me like this. It’s passion. It’s freedom. It’s all the things I’ve been missing in my life. And there’s hope there when he stares at me. Hope that I can give him things he didn’t have either.
I want to make him happy. I want us to be happy.
He’s glancing from my breasts, which are arched out toward him due to the bindings around my arms, then his gaze flicks to my face. Over and over again, his grunts slide over me in a wicked burn, making me climb higher and higher. And as my inner walls begin to tighten, his gaze changes, becoming hard. His jaw tightens. Eyes burn with lust, widening with his pleasure. His dick turns to steel inside of me, and he’s rocking up into me with a force that brings my orgasm so quick, my eyes shut of their own accord.
I sense myself free-falling into him but I control nothing. My muscles tighten to pain, my breath struggling as my body peaks higher. When he roars his release, he takes me over the cliff alongside him, my inner muscles pulsating against his throbbing cock while waves of pleasure drown me.
