Page 22 of Baby for Dr. Damaged

“Make me.” It’s meant to be coy, a joke.

Jackson isn’t joking, though. His hand goes flat against the back of my head, pushing me forward, and the head of his cock bumps against my mouth. With a breathless laugh, I make to part my lips and lick over the head, to gather the pre cum on my tongue, but—I’m shoved forward instead.

Jackson’s other hand settles on the back of my neck, holding me steady as he fucks up into my mouth. Each shallow roll of his hips has the heat burning brighter beneath my skin. I’ve never had someone treat me so rough in bed before, and I’m surprised by how much it turns me on.

My panties are wet. Not needing to worry as much about sucking him off, I shove a hand down the front of my pants, sliding my fingers over the length of my pussy. They gather slick and then slide up, fiercely rubbing at my clit until I’m bucking into my own hand.

“There we go, there we go,” breathes Jackson. And then, “Deep breath, honey, come on, deep breath for me.”

I pull in a sharp breath through my nose. It’s punched out of me a moment later when the head of his cock bumps into the back of my throat, sending me into a sputtering fit. I jerk backward, wet-eyed. He lets me, but only for a moment.

“You can do better than that,” chides Jackson. He guides my head forward again and I once more take him into my mouth. It’s the same cycle as before, a few shallow thrusts as I adjust to the aching tension in my jaws as they spread around his girth, and the feel of his shaft pinning my tongue to the underside of my mouth.

My eyes flutter shut, hand stilling in my panties.

“Deep breath,” he says, again. I’m better braced for it this time, Jackson pressing in deep. It still makes me sputter but this time, he doesn’t let up. Another roll of his hip and pressure applied to the back of my head, and then the man is sliding fully into my mouth, deeper yet, the girth of him stretching out the soft flesh of my throat.

The gagging is reflexive, my whole body jerking in protest at the sensation of my airway being cut off. Jackson holds it for a moment and then pulls out but not all the way. He sets up a steady rhythm, a few shallow rolls of the hips and then he presses in deeper, effectively fucking my mouth with the same steady, firm cadence that he used on my pussy earlier in the night.

Tears and spit roll down my cheeks. My chest is heaving with the force of my gagging, but I can’t deny the way that it has me turned on, the sopping wet mark forming in my panties. I’ve stilled my hand, but my hips are jerking forward instinctively, these tiny little rolls, bumping against my fingers every few moments.

I can tell when Jackson’s getting close. He bites his lower lip to try and keep his grunts muffled. The grip in my hair is even tighter, holding me as his pace picks up. Spit and pre cum slide from the corners of my mouth and down over my chin. And then he cums, spilling into my mouth, down my throat.

I’m still sputtering when he pulls me up and kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue.

A hand shoves down the front of my panties. Quick, nimble fingers slide up into me, pressing, searching, stretching me open as his palm grinds against my clit.

I barely know what I’m doing when I shove my clothes down too, so wet before I slide onto him, letting his cock stretch me open. Groaning, I brace both hands on his chest, my body flexing as pleasure shoots through me.

It takes a moment for me to catch my breath. Then I rise up onto my knees, legs trembling, and drop back down. It’s an unsteady, rocky pace, even when his hands settle on my hip and help guide me. The sound is muffled, muted by the heavy door.

My throat is sore, and my mouth is watering. My fingers rake his skin and I lean forward, bracing against his chest as I work myself up and down, riding him with as much force as I can manage. My thighs are trembling. No—

It’s my whole body that’s trembling, these subtle shakes that rack through me as the pleasure continues to build and build. Each heartbeat seems harder than the last.

“Fuck, you look amazing,” says Jackson. “Look at you ride me, pretty thing. Always knew you were a pretty thing.”

The words go straight through me, twisting my stomach into a tighter knot. I never thought myself to be a very vain person, but in this moment, knowing that Jackson thinks I’m pretty—that he’s always thought I was pretty—is enough to lift me into a higher plane.

I’m so worked up over the way that he’s been handling me, it hardly takes any time at all before the orgasm slams into me. It hits hard enough that he has to lurch up and muffle the sound with his own mouth, rolling his hips up and thrusting through it, the heat washing over me and sending me into a dizzy fit.

His grip goes even tighter on my hips, holding me steady as he chases after his second orgasm of the night. The sound is louder now, at least in my ears. The wet, slick slide of our union. I never want it to end.

“Just like that,” pants Jackson, his brows twisting down and his teeth sinking into his lips all over again. It’s going to be a split there in the morning, I’m sure of it. Either way, his second orgasm floods into me, watery and warm, a rush of fluid that spills out between us.

And maybe I black out or zone out or something else entirely, because the next thing I know, I’m tucked up against Jackson’s side with the blanket pulled up over the both of us and his arm around me, holding me close. Kisses are being pressed to my temple, my forehead, and fingers slide over the curve of my back.

With a soft sigh, I press more firmly against him, folding one arm between our chests, and wrapping the other one around his side. There’s a mess between my legs. It’s going to be disgusting come morning, but I can’t actually bring myself to care about it.

The only thing that I can really think about is how comfortable I am, and how much I love being pressed up against Jackson like this. A soft, content hum slips between my lips.

Jackson lets out a chuckle, only sounding vaguely nervous. “Does this mean that I’ve managed to distract you?”

Fingers slide over my back, a soft and lilting motion. It’s hard to keep my eyes open at this point.

“Total distraction,” I say, my voice hoarse from the rough treatment that my throat has been given. I decide that it sounds pretty hot. Tilting my head back, I press a kiss to the underside of Jackson’s jaw. Suddenly, I’m nervous that I shouldn’t sleep in here, that he might want me to go back to the guest room. The thought is unnerving. “Can I stay in here tonight? I’ll be up and out of the room before Bonnie gets up.”

The grip around my waist goes tight, and he pulls me more fully against him. “I would be offended if you didn’t.”

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