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“You were tense at dinner. I wanted to make you laugh.”
“So, you thought you would do that with your dick?” I look at the ceiling as if pondering the idea. “Seems reasonable,” I reply as I nod.
“Wench.” He pinches my clit, and I let out a sharp gasp.
“It’s rude to play with your food before you eat it, Prince. I’m surprised your mother never taught you that.”
“Can we not talk about my mother when I’m about to be balls deep in your perfect pussy.”
“You’re awfully confident for—”
Plunging two fingers into my drenched channel, he finds that spot inside that curls my toes.
Jackson lifts up and sees the look of pure ecstasy across my face.
“You were saying?” he says in that cocky as hell voice that irritates yet turns me to mush.
Damn him.
His heated gaze goes to where he’s pumping in and out of me. His eyes move to mine once again with a wicked gleam in them.
“Time for dessert.” He moves down, and his lips latch onto my clit. His tongue lashes furiously as he holds my gaze for a moment before my eyes roll to the back of my head. Riding the wave of pure bliss, I come all over his hand. Holy shit, the man’s mouth is lethal in the best way imaginable.
Jackson stands from the bed and strips off his torn shirt and his pants, then bends down to grab a condom from his pocket.
I lean up and take his impressive erection in my hand. “Not bad for a guy with whiskey dick,” I quip as I stroke him.
“Why don’t you do something else with your mouth instead of giving me shit.”
Glancing up, I watch his eyes glaze over as I take him in my mouth and swirl my tongue over the head. He pumps in and out gently a few times before ripping away from me.
“Enough,” he hisses. “I need to come in your pussy, not your mouth.” He flips me around and pushes my chest to the mattress before smacking my ass.
“Hey,” I protest.
“That’s what you get for all your shit talk… and this,” he says before slamming into me.
I let out a loud moan, so loud that if our friends weren’t asleep, they would have surely heard me down the hall. The sheets are wrapped tightly in my fist as Jackson rails into me at a punishing pace.
“What were you saying about whiskey dick, She-Devil,” he pants out.
“Nothing… just fuck me,” I cry out.
His knowing chuckle tells me he’s well aware of what he does to me and that he can fuck me into silence better than any man before him.
“I need you to come, Red.” His hand comes around to play with my sensitive clit again. “I’m so close. Fuck, you feel too good,” he moans out.
Between feeling his cock thicken inside me and his magical fingers, I fall apart for the second time tonight, moaning into the mattress. Tightening his hand in my hair, he stills, then I feel his cock jerk inside me as he follows me over the edge.
He leans down and kisses the crown of my head before pulling out and walking to the bathroom. When he returns, I’m lying face down on the mattress, still trying to catch my breath. Lying next to me, he pulls me over him, so I’m partially covering his sweaty chest.
I look up and see his eyes are closed. “What are you doing? You’re not sleeping in here, Jackson.”
“Relax, Red.” He peeks at me through a slightly open eyelid. “I’m just going to lay here for a minute before I fuck you speechless again.”
Nodding, I lay my head on his chest, and the sound of his soft breaths and rhythmic heartbeat soon pull me under.
The shrill sound of my phone wakes me from a deep sleep. I’m completely disoriented when I reach for it and answer, not checking the caller ID.
