Page 118 of Failure to Match

He hadn’t been kind or gentle about it, and he was so big that it… it… I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut. It was so fuckingperfect.

I wasn’t the only one in agony. The groan that ripped out of him echoed in my ears, making my everything curl. I’d made him feel good.

“Fuck.” His hands were back on my hips, his unforgiving fingers digging into my skin. “You’ve got a tiny little fuckhole, don’t you?”

No. He was just massive, but I was not coherent enough to argue with him.

He moved his hips, pushing deeper. I moaned again. How was theremoreof him? Another half-inch and I choked. I couldn’t do it. He was too big. It felt too good. It hurt too much. I wanted it too desperately.

“Jackson…” I was out of breath, unable to get enough oxygen. “I can’t…” Breathe. Think. Take it. “You’re too… Ican’t…”

“You can.” His voice was dark and utterly tortured. “You’ll take every last inch like a good little toy.”

He pulled out, eased back in. Pulled, eased. Pulled, and shoved.

I didn’t know who cried out harder, me or him. My vision shimmered with stars, danced with ecstasy. The rest of me was burning from the inside out.

Holy.

Fuck.

Jackson let out a string of curses under his breath, keeping himself buried all the way to the hilt. “You okay?”

“So okay. So good.”Please keep going.

“Still want it rough?”

Yes. So badly it burned. “Please.”

The plea had barely escaped before it was met. Jackson pulled out, shoved back in, and did exactly as I’d asked. He kept his grip on my hips unrelentingly firm as he slammed into me over and over again, fucking me hard until a familiar pressure began to build and coil in the depths of my core.

It wouldn’t spill over, but that didn’t stop it from feeling excruciatingly good. It didn’t stop me from gasping and moaning every time his balls smacked my clit and sent an arrow of pleasure blazing through me.

I was in heaven.

And the more vocal I was about it, the more ruthless and punishing his thrusts became. It didn’t hurt at all anymore. I was just a moaning, quivering mess of pure need.

“Fuck, Jamie. Look at how fucking well you take cock. Your pussy fucking loves it.”

How was he able to form full sentences? I was dying.

The only thing I could do was keep my legs open and take the assault, knowing he wouldn’t let me come right away. Or maybe not at all. Maybe he’d keep me begging all day. The thought made my toes curl. “So good… oh god,Jackson…”

He’d been holding back. Because the second his name slipped out of me, drenched in sugar-sweet ecstasy, his movements became more harsh, jerky, and erratic.

I choked out more moans, more whimpers, more mewls and cries and praises for how good he was fucking me. I’d never experienced anything this intense before; didn’t want it to ever end.

“Fuck, Jamie. Fuckfuckfuckfuck—” He cut off with a final bruising thrust and a deep, guttural grunt. I felt every jerk and spasm as his cock emptied inside me. He groaned and trembledthrough the orgasm, his fingers digging into my flesh like they were intent on leaving permanent bruises.

I was wound so tight that my body was trembling.

Eventually, his breathing began to even out and his grip on me loosened. He didn’t let me go, though, and he didn’t pull out. Instead, he ground into me, teasing my clit until I let out a wounded whimper.

“How was that?” he asked gruffly. “Did that take theedgeoff for you? Shall I untie you and leave?”

If he did, I would cry.

He moved his hips again and a tremor ran down my thighs. “God, you were just made for fucking, weren’t you? Look at how well you’re behaving.”

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