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He doesn't.
I slip my hands between us, reveling in his groan when I scrape my nails over the sculpted muscles of his chest before making a beeline for the throbbing spot between my legs, ready to take matters into my own hands before I start crying out of desperation.
Jackson stops me before I even make it to my belly button.
“Nice try.” He wrestles my hands away from me, one of his pinning both of mine above my head and rendering them useless. Without warning, he slips three fingers into me, my wetness easily accommodating him as he sets a mind-numbing pace that, if he weren’t purposely keeping me on the edge, would break me within seconds.
“So fucking tight, Luna,” Jackson groans, scissoring his fingers until I'm shaking like a leaf, the tightness in my stomach borderline unbearable. “You think you can take me?”
Honestly, I'm having my doubts. Just his fingers are creating a hell of a burn. The hard, long, thick thing swinging between his legs is going to feel like a fucking freight train slamming into my vagina.
“I know you can. So come on, baby,” he coos in my ear, his breath just as ragged as mine. Removing his fingers, Jackson rises to his knees, the tip of his cock brushing my clit and causing another cry to tear from my throat. As he looms over me, his hands coast up my legs until they rest on my knees, forcing my legs further apart to provide a perfect view of every inch of my body. My thighs scream but the ache is drowned out by a jolt of pleasure as he slides his cock through the warm, wet heat begging for him. “Be a good girl and admit it.”
I'm weak. A weak, weak woman whose pride is being controlled by her vagina.
Fuck it. “Please, Jackson. Fuck what's yours.”
Before I can even take another breath, he's thrusting inside of me.
Oh,fuck.
I don't think either of us breathes as he just about splits me in half, every inch of himthrobbing. Despite how wet I am, there's a painful stretch but it's overwhelmed by pleasure, so much fucking pleasure that it scrambles my brain.
Jackson's face screws up in pure ecstasy, breath heavy and uneven, eyes frantically flitting between my face and where we join like he can't decide which view is better.
He settles on locking his eyes with mine, bracing one hand by my head and the other on my hip as he surges forward. God, I thought he was all in, but apparently not because suddenly, another couple of inches slip inside of me until I swear he's in my fucking womb.
I can't breathe. I can't think. I don't think I can move, but God, I want to because I need more of this.
“Fuck.” Jackson's sudden panicked rasp knocks me out of my haze. “Condom.”
Oh, God.Fuck.
Iforgot. I never fucking forget; I'm like a walking birth control ad.No glove, no loveis my sworn motto yet the idea of pausing this for even a second to be responsible…
“I have an IUD,” the desperate, lust-addled side of my brain blurts, “and I'm clean.”
“Fuck, Lu.” Jackson drops his head to my shoulder, his heavy breathing tickling my neck. I whimper as the subtle shift sends tremors up my spine. If he doesn't start moving, I might actually cry.
After what feels like an eternity, Jackson starts to pull out. Assuming he's going to get a condom, my breath comes out in a big, slightly deflatedwhoosh, cheeks a little flush with embarrassment for being such a horny little bitch.
That is, until he surges forward again, drawing a gasp out of me that he swallows by clamping his mouth over mine, the thrusting of his tongue in tune with the thrusting of his hips, deep and so hard, the headboard rattles. “I've never not used a condom before,“ he pants. “You make me lose my fucking mind, Lu.“
Yeah, well, the feeling is definitely mutual.
I grasp for purchase as he pounds into me, palms coasting along the bedsheets, his broad shoulders, his supple ass. Every rough pump sends a jolt of pain through me, but the good kind of pain. The best kind. The satisfying, rewarding kind that's accompanied by so much pleasure, it's all I can think about. My head falls to the side so I can watch him slide in and out of me, too many inches disappearing and reappearing glossy.
“See how wet you are?” Jackson grunts, watching me watch us. “See how wet I make you?”
If he expects anything more than a moan in response, he must be sorely disappointed.
“Come on, pretty girl,” he coos, a hand coasting up my stomach to tweak my nipple. “Let go.”
I come with a scream, contorting and flailing beneath him. He coaxes me through it with pretty words, calling me beautiful, perfect, all fucking his, and I’m fucking glowing.
I grapple at his chest, unsure if I’m pushing him away or pulling him closer. “Too much,” I choke out when a thumb circles my clit, the words barely more than a moan. “Can't.”
Lips graze my wrist, my forearm, anywhere he can reach. “You can take it.”
