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“I know you do. I know you want to touch yourself. You want to take that throbbing cock out and stroke it. Over and over and over until you come all over your hand.”
His thrusts increase and I move my hips with the movement.
“That’s right, baby. I want to take all of it. I want all of your cock.”
He gives me everything I ask for and we become lost in moans and grunts. My release is rushing through me, ready to burst.
“Yes, Jackson. More…don’t stop. I need you…I need…don’t ever stop.”
He doesn’t.
He’s relentless and just as my climax builds, he pulls it out completely and presses it into my clit and the burst of pleasure breaks free. I yell out as the orgasm bursts through me, and he thrusts the vibrator back inside me, building my pleasure higher and higher. I’m moaning and screaming so loud I should be embarrassed, but I’m not. I want him to hear how good it feels. How much I love it.
His own loud groan fills the room and I see him shudder in his own pleasure even though he never touched himself.
He eases the thrusts until he pulls it out of me completely. In the next second, the noise of the vibration is gone. And it’s only us and our labored breaths. That has to be the single most erotic moment of my life. Surely, he felt it too. I start to move my hand toward him, but the movement breaks the spell between us. He immediately stands and walks out the door, shutting it behind him in an almost quiet finality.
A laugh bubbles out of me. Maybe I’m a little delirious after he completely wrecked me, but I know one thing for certain. That’s the last time Noah Jackson walks away from me.
12
JACKSON
What the fuck is wrong with me?
The question is on repeat as I push myself into a punishing pace, my lungs burning with every stride. I’m running like I can catch up to the professional line I sprinted past like I was on fire.
But I’ll never catch up. I don’t even want to anymore.
I shake my head at myself. This isn’t me. I never cross the line with clients. I’ve never been tempted to.
But none of them have been Autumn Atwood.
Last night when I saw she was using another cock to get her off when it should have been mine, I felt crazy. I wanted all her moans, all her shudders, all her climaxes…all to myself.
So, I took it. For a few blissful minutes, I owned her body, and she owned mine - without even touching me.
I’ve never experienced anything like that. Fucking her with that giant vibrator as she egged me on with that beautiful filthy mouth of hers – the simple intensity of her words causing me to come. It was hot as hell. But the next time she makes me come with that mouth, it’s damn well going to be wrapped around my cock.
Shit. No. I shouldn’t be thinking that way.
I increase my pace and glance at my smart watch. I’ve gone two miles in less than twelve minutes. At this rate I’ll give myself a heart attack. While that would certainly solve my problems, I ease up and force my breathing to steady. I’ve always prided myself on keeping my cool then one little wildcat actress tears it to shreds.
After a few more miles, I jog back up to the house and see the gate is open. Panic slams into me as I race toward it. I skid to a stop when I see our car backing out of the garage.
I rush toward the car to see Autumn is in the driver’s seat. I knock on the window with my fist. “What are you doing?”
She gives me a huge smile – a huge fake smile – then wiggles her fingers at me in a wave before she puts the car in drive. She hits the gas, causing the tires to squeal.
“Autumn!”
I start to run after her but realize there’s no use. I rip off my phone strapped to my arm and pull it out of the case, swiping at her name. Surprisingly, she answers.
“Hello!” Her voice is too cheerful.
“What are you doing? Come back here.”
“No.”
