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“Jackson! You–”
He leans forward quickly and swipes his tongue over my clit before plunging his fingers back in, working in a third and slowly stretching me out.
I moan and wither on the bed, but all too soon he pulls back again.
And again.
And again.
By the fifth time, I am ready to scream at him to let me finish or I will do it myself. I am so freaking frustrated. He stands up and kicks his shoes and pants off, along with taking his shirt off before stepping forward again.
He looks down at me. “Does my beautiful girl need some relief?”
I don’t answer, feeling annoyed with him, so I clamp my lips shut and raise a brow at him. He chuckles darkly before reaching down and slapping my pussy once. I squeal at the sting on my sensitive core and slam my legs shut.
Now he raises a brow at me. “Answer me.”
I huff. “Yes Jackson. I need some relief! Please, please, let me cum,” I whine pathetically.
“Scoot up towards the headboard.”
I immediately do as I’m told, and Jackson climbs up the foot of the bed, pulling my legs apart and settling himself between them. His hard cock resting right where I want it.
He slowly runs his hands up my side, following my curves to my breasts. He cups them in his hands before leaning down and licking my nipple, sucking it into his mouth before pulling away and doing the same to the other one. I groan and arch up, trying to get some friction where I want him.
He leans up and plants his hands on either side of my head before taking my mouth with his, dominating me with one kiss. I move my hips up, rubbing against him. He pulls back slightly, resting his weight on one elbow while his other hand goes down to pump his length. I watch as his fist moves up and down. Every few strokes, he runs his thumb over the piercing on his tip.
He places a soft kiss on my neck before whispering in my ear, “You’ve been such a good girl. My perfect angel.”
He lines his tip with my entrance and plunges in with one hard thrust. I scream and arch my back, my hands grasping his shoulders. I can feel his piercing scraping against my insides in the most amazing way.
“So. Fucking. Perfect,” he says with each thrust as I clench around him. “You squeeze me so well, angel. Your pussy was made for me.”
Everything inside me ignites like someone just lit me on fire and I explode, my vision blurring from the intensity of the orgasm. My body sags onto the bed as Jackson locks eyes with me, his blazing with so much lust and love it draws another orgasm out of me right as he slows his thrusts and groans as he finishes. He rests his forehead against mine as he lazily thrusts us through the orgasms. “You are so fucking gorgeous and mine. All fucking mine.”
“Yours,” I sleepily mumble, my hands running up his back and into his hair. “All yours, sweets.”
“I love you so fucking much, Presley. You own my heart. It doesn’t beat without you anymore. It’s all fucking yours.” Jackson rolls onto his side, pulling me with him so I am half draped over him with my head on his chest.
Tears silently begin to trail down my cheeks.
“Angel? What’s wrong?” His hand comes up under my chin, pulling my face up to look at his face. “Why are you crying?”
“I–I’m not really sure.” I take a shaky breath, letting Jackson’s eyes calm me down from the impending anxiety getting ready to hit. “Today has been overwhelming.”
Everything about today, about yesterday, just everything seems to be swarming my mind all at once and I start overthinking about things I said and how I acted earlier. I feel like an anxiety attack is working its way up.
“Let’s talk about it. Don’t keep it inside. Tell me. Do you want to talk about earlier today before I left?”
I pull away from Jackson and sit up, crossing my legs under me, facing Jackson where he lays stretched out on his back, with his ankles crossed. I don’t think I have ever just sat in bed with someone and talked naked. It feels oddly comforting.
“I overreacted this morning, and I am really sorry I—”
“No, sweetheart, you don’t ever need to apologize to me for feeling a certain way. Just talk to me. You can be angry. After everything you have been through? You have a right to be angry. No one around here is going to judge you for that. Alright?”
I can’t help but flood with relief. “Okay. Thank you.”
Jackson sighs and shuts his eyes for a second before looking back at me. “Someday you will stop saying sorry and thanking me for shit that doesn’t need it. Someday.”
