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With my eyes still closed, and my breathing not yet under control, I feel Jackson’s powerful hands grip my calves and before I know it, I’m being flipped onto my stomach. He manhandles me like a rag doll. Or like a caveman claiming his woman. I never thought I’d be into that, but it makes me feel delicate and feminine. His impatience makes me feel desired, needed. And I want more, so much more.
He grips my hips and pulls me down closer to him. I can feel the bed sink under his weight as he places a knee on either side of me. Finally able to process my thoughts, I lift my ass in the air. Without warning, Jackson bites down hard on my right cheek, causing me to yelp.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. It’s too damn tempting.” The palm of his hand rubs away the slight sting. “Oops, that’s another mark that’s probably going to last awhile.”
Looking over my shoulder, I catch the cocky smirk that plays on his lips. I hate hickeys and anything of the like. Usually I’d be pissed finding one on my body. Jackson knows this about me, yet he’s giving them anyway. I act put out, but the couple that he put on my inner thighs actually aren’t too bad. Maybe I don’t hate them so much after all, as long as it’s Jackson who’s marking me and no one else.
His palms grip my ass cheeks as he positions my entrance at the tip of his cock. I can feel him, the tip hard and engorged. Jackson’s insatiable. He’s like the damn energizer bunny, and his recovery time yesterday was almost nonexistent. It made me feel worshiped and sexy as hell. The look in his eyes, so hot and full of want. It’s almost as if I can feel his thoughts before he even lays a finger on me.
“You’re so wet, Rory.” Jackson pushes just the tip of his erection inside me. “So beautiful.” He pushes deeper. “So sexy.” Deeper. “And all mine.” Jackson growls as he bottoms out.
He holds still for a moment, and then I feel him move. The ridges of his cock, so thick and hard, drag against my inner walls. My body clenches tightly around him, refusing to let him go. He pulls all the way out, and I whimper at the loss of him. With a small laugh, Jackson slams into me once more.
“Don’t worry, baby. I won’t ever leave you wanting more.”
Jackson wraps my ponytail around his hand and pulls until my back is flush against him. His hand releases the grip on my hair, only to replace it with my neck. He holds me firmly there but doesn’t squeeze. His other hand roams freely over my body; he teases and twists my nipples as he bites down on my earlobe. Our bodies rock back and forth in a rhythm all our own.
“God, you’re so deep.” I moan while Jackson’s hand drops to my clit.
“Yes, love. So. Fucking. Good.” Jackson grunts.
The sound of skin slapping against skin rings loudly throughout the room. When I feel the muscles in his thighs flex, I know he’s close. His fingers rub my clit faster now, and I’m forced to use the hand he has wrapped around my neck as an anchor. Jackson turns my head to the side, and his mouth is on mine. Our tongues massage each other’s, and it’s too much.
Another explosion shoots through me, and I feel Jackson fight against my body as it tries to kick him out.
“So. Damn. Tight,” he says, emphasizing each word.
I feel the moment he unloads inside of me. He lets out a primal roar as his cock spurts and spasms. The two of us collapse onto the bed, and I relish under the weight of this man. My man. Jackson pushes my hair off to the side and settles his face in the nape of my neck.
“My inner sixteen-year-old just gave me a high-five,” he whispers, still trying to catch his breath.
“What?”
“Oh yeah, you’re making all his wet dreams come true.”
“Your inner sixteen-year-old?” I rest my cheek against his forehead as I listen to him breathe.
“Yeah.” He chuckles. “Sixteen-year-old Jackson thought about having sex with you about two million times a day. At least.”
“Be serious.”
“I am. Only he wouldn’t have known what to do with you. Back then, I was more of a taker than a giver. I would have left you disappointed instead of completely and utterly satisfied like you are now.”
“Maybe it’s a good thing we waited, then.”
“Maybe.” Jackson rolls off me and sits up on his elbows. I turn my head to face him and see that hungry look in his eyes once more. My eyes glance down to find him hard again. “It won’t stop me from making up for lost time, though.”
