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“Smart girl.”
A surprised gasp escapes me when both hands cup my ass, squeezing hard enough to bruise as he yanks me forward so our chests are flush against each other. Replacing the grip on my neck with soft kisses, he takes his time, sucking and nipping leisurely, paying no attention to my whimpered moans and pleas for more.
His touch is almost unbearable, feather-light and teasing, roaming all over my body, skimming over the places I want him but never lingering. When his fingers pass the tops of my thighs, just ghosting the aching spot between them, for what feels like the hundredth time, I can't help but groan. “Jackson?”
His breathy murmur feels like fire across my skin. “Yeah, sweetheart?”
“Stop fucking teasing me.”
Soft laughter follows the trail his fingers make as he slides the straps of my top off my shoulders. I take that as permission to get busy too, getting his shirt off in record time before clumsily fumbling with his belt. He snickers against my skin. “So fucking eager.”
“Yeah, well,” his belt hits the floor with a loud clang, soon followed by his jeans, his boxers not far behind, “I was promised things.”
Namely the long, hard cock begging for my attention.
A hiss escapes Jackson escapes as my fingers graze the leaking head.
Yeah, two can play at the teasing game.
I keep my touch as light, as slow, as his were as I wrap my hand around his cock, pumping with only half the pressure I know he likes. Leaning forward, I trace my tongue along the length of him, humming, “You’re so big.”
He jerks, a heavy hand settling on my shoulder, a dark look in his eyes as he gazes down at me. Tightening my grip, I stand, relishing in his sharp inhale. “Please, baby,” I kiss the corner of his mouth, “I need you.”
I had a hunch those three little words would undo him, and I was right. In the blink of an eye, I'm on my back, my clothes gone, and he's on me before I can take a breath. He kisses me like he's fucking starving, unrelenting and brutal, taking complete control over me. I can't breathe and I don't care; I just wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer.
Our moans mingle when the hardest part of him grinds against the softest part of me. He rises on his elbows, head dropping to watch his cock sliding through my slick pussy, the head nudging my clit until I'm squirming.
“Fuck, Luna,” he groans, a hand sneaking between us to join his cock, fingers pinching my clit and drawing a long moan out of me. “You're dripping all over my cock.”
“Please.” It's more a moan than a word, dissolving into a whimper when his thumb circles my clit. My heels dig into his ass in an effort to hurry him the fuck up but it's useless.
Instead, he pulls back completely, sitting back on his heels and placing a firm hand on my stomach to stop me from following. When I whine in annoyance, he levels me with a heavy stare. “Just lemme look at you.”
And look, he does.
A long, lingering look, like he's committing every inch of me to memory.
I squirm impatiently under his stare, fisting the bedsheets as my hips buck upwards. I swear to God, a tear of relief leaks from my eye when he slips two fingers inside of me, curling and instantly finding the spot that has my head lolling back, a fucking feral noise ripping from my throat.
“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” he murmurs, eyes trained between my legs, watching as him move in and out of me, fast enough to set me on fire but too slow to get me over the edge. I yelp when he pulls out abruptly, his hand coming down on my clit in a light slap, the sting quickly soothed by his weight returning on top of me and his cock nudging my pussy again as his teeth nip my bottom lip. “You kept it from me. Eight long fucking months.”
All I can do is cry out when he dips inside me, just the tip but enough to make me squirm.
“You gonna make it up to me?”
I nod as frantically as I writhe.
“Good girl.” Rolling us over, he settles me on top of him, and I eagerly straddle his waist. “Show me how sorry you are, sweetheart.”
He doesn't have to tell me twice.
All my breath leaves my lungs in one sharp cry as I sink down on his cock, half a dozen curses falling from my lips too when he bottoms out inside me. My hands shake as I brace them against his chest, my eyes squeezing shut as I wait for my body to adjust, for the sting of pain to recede. Fucking hell, did he get bigger? He feels bigger. Longer. Thicker. God, I've never felt so full. It feels like he's in my fucking brain.
My eyes flutter open when knuckles graze my cheek. Jackson gazes up at me, the picture of strained concern. “You okay?”
I nod shakily, nails digging into his skin.
He doesn't look convinced. “Am I hurting you?“
