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“Can you help me? My pants got stuck.” I point to my ankles, and her attitudes falls a little when she looks down at my feet. She reaches down and pulls my sweats off my ankles one at a time, leaving me in my boxers. Just when she’s about to get up and walk back towards her pile of clothes, I snap my hand out and wrap it around her wrist, giving her a quick yank. She trips forward, falling on top of me and landing across my stomach. A pull her up so she sits on my lap, legs on each side of me.
“Ugh, Jackson, come on. I want to go shower.” She whines.
I push myself so I’m sitting up better. With a hand, I brush her hair over her shoulder and wrap my hand around the back of her neck. I pull her towards me, leaving just a millimeter’s width between our lips. “You sure have a smart mouth this evening.”
She tries to get out of my hold. “Yeah, so let me go shower and cool the hell off.”
“Or, maybe I could fuck the bitchy attitude right out of you with my fingers.” I murmur, trailing my finger down her front to her nipple, giving it a little pinch. Her eyes darken with irritation and lust. The mixture makes me fucking ravenous for her.
“I’m not in the mood.” She whines.
“Hmmm. Your eyes speak differently, my little liar.” My hand keeps traveling south, landing at the apex between her thighs. I cup her, giving a little squeeze and feeling the heat reach my fingers.
Yeah, not in the mood my ass.
“If you try something, Jackson, I swear to God I’ll bite you so hard you fucking bleed.”
I laugh lowly in her ear. “Yeah, baby, that shit’ll only make me hotter.” I sink my teeth into the space between her neck and shoulders, loving her salty taste. It’s when my teeth crack through the skin and I taste the blood that I let out my grunt of desire.
She whimpers, and I smile as I swipe my tongue along my teeth. I’m sure they’re tinged pink with her DNA. I’d be hard as a rock right now if my cock had any feeling.
“You’re so bad, Jackson. I’m going to have a mark there for like a week.” She wipes at her neck. Her resistance and irritation is a weak voice at this point, and I know she’s seconds from caving.
When she goes to get off me, my hand swipes between her legs. My fingers find access between her thighs, my pointer slithering underneath her wet panties to her drenched folds.
“Ah, ah, ah. Looks like pain gets you off too, baby.”
“Maybe I just enjoy pissing you off.”
“Then maybe you’re just permanently wet, Cara, because you piss me off all the fucking time.”
She laughs at me, half irritated, but the other half of her melts into my rough hands and tense body. I want to snap. If I could, I’d flip her ass so quick. Her body would melt into the bed and I’d leave bite marks all over her skin.
I’d ravage her like the fucking savage I am.
Gone is her fight, and she’s left whimpering on top of me as my fingers brush across her heated skin. My finger dips inside of her. She hovers over me, and I rip her shorts and underwear to the side so I can get a better view. When I see her wet folds, that small patch of hair in the center, and the pink tinge on the inside, even I can’t tamper down the low growl that escapes.
I brush my thumb around her plump clit. Her body jolts every time I dance across it, adding just a little bit of pressure each time I pass it.
“Please.” She sighs.
“Thought you wanted to go shower.” With my free hand, I roughly pull the front of her shirt down and reveal her plump breasts. I lean forward, sinking my teeth into her nipple. She cries out, and I run my tongue along the bite marks to sooth away the pain. Her tits are perfect. They were big before she got pregnant, but since her pregnancy they’ve grown even bigger. Big and round with the most perfect sized pink nipples.
Fucking hell.
Amazing.
“I want you to help me.”
“Help you what?” I murmur, burying my face in between her tits. I lick, and I suck, and I keep doing that as Cara’s skin heats more and more. It feels like she’s on fire, ready to erupt at any second. I want it. I want all of it and all of her and everything that she has to offer.
I need her essence, and her soul, and the sweet makings of the ingredients that make her Cara.
“Help me… help me…” She moves around, trying to get me to insert my fingers in her, but all I do is continue with my torturous fingers playing around her clit.
“Help you…?” I let my question linger in the air and it mixes with her arousal.
“Fucking hell, Jackson, make me come before I go do it myself.” She grunts, trying to reach down and grab onto my hand, directing it where she wants it to go.
