Page 199 of My Five Daddies

“You’re a bastard for what you did,” I say to him. I start to work my hips faster, our faces so close. He grabs my hips and slaps my ass. “You don’t deservethis.”

He smirks and pulls my hair back. “This is exactly what you deserve, though,” he saysback.

I ride him faster, fucking my frustrations and my anger away. All of my feelings come bubbling up to the surface and I want it rough, want it so fucking rough I can barely stand it. I move faster and faster, building up the friction as he slaps my ass and pulls myhair.

I don’t know where this is coming from but it feels so fucking good. I want to come so badly, and I realize how close I am. I slam my hips down and back, taking his cock deep inside of me, and I grind down along him, working in circles. He bites and teases my nipples, cupping my fullbreasts.

I slide my fingers through his hair and I slam myself back and down. He fucks me, working into my pussy, and I can’t help it anymore. I can’t hold itback.

“Go ahead, Tara,” he whispers in my ear. “Come forme.”

I gasp and I don’t know how he can read me so easily, but I can’t stop myself. I come hard, the orgasm washing over my body, destroyingeverything.

It’s like all of my anger and sadness and frustration comes washing out of me in pleasure and pain. It’s so intense that my entire body spasms and shakes, but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t hold back. He just fucks my pussy as I come, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me tight againsthim.

He grunts his own pleasure, and I can feel him come inside of me. He comes in thick, hot spurts, filling my pussy up. I gasp and moan and whisper his name as he comes and I feel so fucking good I can barelybreathe.

When we finish, we collapse onto the couch together, his arms wrapped around my body. We’re quiet for a little while until I finallylaugh.

“What?” heasks.

“I have to go back to work,” Isay.

He grins at me. “You might want toshower.”

I sigh. “You’re probablyright.”

“Come on. I’ll wash yourback.”

I get up and grin at him. “No, thanks,” I say. “You can stay outhere.”

He frowns. “That’s nofun.”

“Too bad.” I grab my clothes and go back into his bathroom. I start the shower and clean myselfoff.

I did it again. I let myself do something stupid. I keep falling for Jackson, even when I know better. He’s involved in some fake relationship with Holly, who hates my guts, not to mention our complicated past. This is so stupid, and yet I can’t help myself. My feelings for him are so complex and intense that when he touches my body I can’t hold anythingback.

I shower up and head back to work like nothing just happened, but for the rest of the day, I keep thinking about Jackson’s hands on my skin, his lips againstmine.

19

Jackson

“It ain’t gonna fuckin’happen,okay?”

I glare at Mickey and cross my legs. He’s sitting behind his oversized desk and the thing makes him look like a fucking balding child. I want to get up and rip that stupid geometric tie off his smug neck but I know I still need him, despite being pissed withhim.

“Did you talk with Franklin directly?” I askhim.

“Jackson, baby, listen to me: I fucking tried, okay? I called Franklin, I called Harold, hell, I even called fucking Holly’s agent, Dick, and that guy seriously is a fucking dick, youknow?”

I groan a little and adjust myself on his cheap couch. “So it’s not happening,” Isay.

“It’s not happening,” he says, and he seems genuinely sorry about it. “Look, I want everything for you. You’re a good kid, you work hard, it’s no bullshit with you. But unfortunately here, you have to play the game, and the game wants you to fake date HollyHart.”

I glance over at the window and I know this isn’t going to get me anywhere. Mickey wanted this from the start, but I do believe that he’s trying to get me out of it. Mickey hasn’t lied to me before, and I don’t think he’d startnow.

The door opens and Von steps in. Mickey looks up and curses. “Not right now,” hesays.

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