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"Did you come?"
"Yes."
"Did it feel as good as when I make you come on my fingers?"
"God, no."
He takes his fingers out, sweeping them over my clit before standing.
I want his tongue back, his fingers inside of me again. But his hands are on his pants, unbuttoning them, unzipping them, lowering them, and I forget about everything else I want except his cock in me. I smile at the sight of his tattoos. I feel like I want to savor every single thing about him right now, but his hand is taking his cock out of his pants, pumping it.
"Did you miss my-"
"Yes," I answer before he even finishes. "I missed it so much I went back to dreaming about you fucking me. So please don't make me wait a second longer."
He shakes his head. "You made me lose out on having your body, this pussy, for far too long. I had to make due with jerking off, picturing your lips wrapped around my cock, pretending I was inside of you. So now, you're gonna beg for my cock in you."
"Jackson, pl-"
"I said beg." He leans over me and growls, "Whatever you were about to say was not the kind of begging I need."
With him like this, the tip of his cock is rubbing against me, so close but not nearly close enough. I try to arch up, but his hands are quick to grab my hips, and flatten them to the counter.
"I need you so badly," I breathe. "I'm pleading with you to fuck me, to fill me, to stretch me, to hurt me, to give me pain and pleasure, to make me scream and moan. Please. Because if you don't slam your cock into me right now, I feel like I will fucking die."
He smirks. "We can't have that, can we?"
His hand drifts over my dress, ghosts over my clit, and then lines himself up with my opening. He brings his lips just a breath from mine, the tip of him entering me.
"Say it," he says low.
"I love you."
The last word comes out in a gasp as he slams into me. My fingers grip the counter almost as tightly as my pussy does Jackson’s cock, trying to adjust to him inside of me. But he doesn't give it time to. He slides out and drives back in, hands slipping under me, fingers curling around my shoulders to keep me in place, to make me take his every thrust.
"God, I fucking missed being inside of you," he pants. "Nothing, nothing compares to this."
"Show me how much you missed it, Jackson."
He pounds into me, mouth biting my neck, giving me sparks of pain, along with the bliss beginning to overtake me. Each stroke brings me closer to being consumed. Each time he slams into me as deep as he can and rubs against my clit pushes me closer to the edge. Each time that he whispers I love you against my skin makes my pussy tighten around him. It all drives me to the brink.
"So close," I moan.
"I know what you need."
His hand comes to my throat, tightening, as his lips come to mine. He doesn't kiss me, though, instead squeezing my throat, making me gasp against his lips before he slams into me.
"I will never let you go again, Charlotte."
"I don't want you to," I wheeze out.
"You belong to me."
"Only you."
"Then come on my cock. Show me who this pussy belongs to."
Then he kisses me, hips pistoning with his thrusts. I lift my thighs up to wrap around his waist, my heels at his back, pushing him into me harder. My hands go to the back of his head, gripping his hair as roughly as he's choking me. Probably too harshly, but he only groans, edging me on. My gasps, breathless as they are, burst from me louder and louder, more and more broken, until I fall apart.
