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A sharp slap hits my clit and I cry out, my head snapping up to look at a smirking Jackson. “Words, angel.”
“Yes! Yes, I am soaked just for you.”
He hums again. “Good girl.”
Oh god, those two words. I swear my pussy gushes, and I clench around nothing.
The chair scrapes as Jackson stands and pushes on the hoodie, gesturing for me to sit up. I do, and he helps me out of it before making me lie back down.
I watch as he grabs the bottle of syrup and opens it. Holding it over my boob, he lets a tiny bit out on my nipple, then trails a path to my other nipple and continues down my stomach to my clit before stopping.
“Jackson, this is messy,” I whine, feeling the sticky warmth of the syrup all over my skin.
“Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up,” he says as his mouth descends on my breast, and I let out a gasp. He licks up to my nipple and then swirls his tongue around it before sucking it into his mouth, getting every drop of syrup off.
My head drops back once more, hitting the table with a thud. I moan as he licks the same path as the syrup to my other nipple and gives it the same treatment. His hands work their way up my sides, tracing my curves before cupping both my boobs as he releases my nipple and stands straight up. He squeezes them before rolling my nipples between his fingers.
I groan and arch my back. “Oh fuck, Jackson.”
His chuckle vibrates through me as he leans back down and continues to follow the path of the syrup with his tongue. I can feel myself dripping onto the table as he gets closer and closer to my clit. When he finally reaches where I want, he stops and glances up at me before dropping to his knees in between my legs.
With a groan, he says, “I’d get on my knees every day for the rest of my life just to taste your sweet pussy, angel.”
My mouth pops open with shock but before any words can come out, I’m screaming as he sucks my clit into his mouth and shoves two fingers inside me, curving them and pumping them in and out fast, hitting my g-spot repeatedly. My body shakes as my back arches and my legs wrap around his head.
“So fucking perfect. Cum for me again.” I shake my head even as his fingers continue to thrust through my orgasm and into a second one. He tuts, “Come on, Presley, show me how you are my perfect girl. Cum again.”
Fuck me.His words light me on fire from the inside out, and I reach a hand down to tug on his hair when he uses his tongue to flick my clit. My other hand flies above my head to grip the edge of the table. I scream, probably much louder than I should, and arch, pushing my pussy into his face. My entire body practically explodes into a million pieces, and I feel like I am floating in space as Jackson lifts me and carries my worn-out body into the shower.
He gets me standing on shaky legs before washing my body again and then carrying me to bed. By the time my head hits the pillow and his warm body wraps around me, I fall into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, I wake up from a state of pure bliss. I feel a little bit more rested and calm now. I know I have a long road ahead of me, especially with how I acted the last two days. That was so out of character for me, and I feel like I need to apologize to everyone I may have been around.
I’m terrified of dealing with Ben and facing everything head-on. I am also terrified of how I might react if they actually kill Ben. Even as much as little things are coming to light for me, like how he was more controlling than I ever realized—when it came to what I ate, how much I ate, how I dressed, where I went, I wasn’t allowed to drink.
He always told me he was taking care of me, but now it feels like it was more… manipulative and controlling. Jackson takes care of me every day, and he doesn’t do those things.
And yet… I still loved him. Ben and I had so many moments when we were young where he would come sneak me out at night and we’d drive around for hours laughing together, eating ice cream and singing together in the car. It’s hard to come to terms with the person he really is when memories like that still sit in the back of my mind.
But I am learning that Jackson is not going anywhere, and I am in a safe place. I’m cared for here. Truly. It doesn’t feel forced or fake like I am now realizing most of my life was.
I stretch out and slowly sit up. Jackson is still asleep next to me, and as tempted as I am to wake him up in a fun way, I am sore from last night. I think he might be turning me into a sex addict; I feel like I can’t get enough. I’ve never felt this way before. Things were pretty bland in my marriage, and I’ve never had such intense orgasms before I met Jackson.
I give myself a few minutes for my head to stop pounding so hard before standing. But as soon as I am on my feet, I’m booking it out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom, not even caring that I’m naked. As soon as the toilet is in sight, I drop to my knees and puke.
My stomach clenches painfully, and everything burns as it comes out. After a few moments, cool, callused hands run up my back. One grabs my hair, pulling it away from my face as soft words are murmured to me.
As soon as I feel safe enough to pull away from the toilet, I fall to my butt and pull my knees up to my chest. Then I drop my head to my knees and groan.
Jackson chuckles, and I hear him move around the bathroom, opening cupboards until he finds what he’s looking for. “Come on, angel, up you go.” His hands tap the sides of my thighs, and I look up as he holds his hands out to me. I take them, slowly standing. The room spins, so I clutch onto Jackson until I blink the dizziness away and feel secure on my own feet. “I found some new toothbrushes in a drawer. Brush your teeth. I’ll go grab the clothes I left in the bedroom.”
I nod and do as he says. The toothpaste honestly makes me gag, but I assume it’s just from not feeling that great this morning and let it go. After Jackson brings me the clothes, I quickly put them on. Underwear, a sports bra, jeans, a tank top, and a hoodie.
Dressed, I leave the bathroom and walk out towards the open living area. There is a small, cornered wall in front of the front door. It divides the entryway space and living room slightly. Just enough that you can’t see the sectional couch when you walk out of the hall. So when I come around the corner to the couch and see Rage sitting there, I scream and jump.
Not even two seconds later, Jackson is pushing me behind him and has a gun in front of him with it raised and pointed at Rage, who merely smirks and nods. “Nice timing. Faster than Blade with a blade, I think.”
Jackson sighs and lowers the gun the same time he releases me. “Fuck’s sake, Rage. Not cool.” He turns around and grabs my chin, tipping my face up to meet his. “You alright?”
