Page 116 of I Just Want to be Yours

Jackson stands from the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. His pants are already unbuttoned, but he undoes the zipper and takes them off the rest of the way. I can clearly make out the shape of him, straining against his briefs, and the heavy heat between my legs intensifies. It’s only been two months since we were together in New York. We’ve gone longer without being together, but with everything that’s happened between us, it feels like it’s been years. It feels like I’ve been waiting for this moment, my entire life.

“You’re beautiful.”

My legs shake slightly, but I let them fall open, my eyes never leaving his. Jackson stands at the foot of the bed, drinking in the sight of me. He curses under his breath and reaches into his briefs to stroke himself, and I whimper at the sight of him touching himself while he looks at me.

Jackson’s dark eyes flick up to meet mine as he removes his briefs, and the sight of him hard and bare has me aching. He positions himself over me on the bed again, spreading my legs wider with his knee. “I’m going to show you how much I’m yours.”

I thought he would thrust inside me right away, but he doesn’t. My heart hammers in my chest as he runs his thumb over my bottom lip before taking it between his teeth, dragging across it with equal parts pleasure and pain. “But first, this,” he says, his voice rough. He kisses my swollen lips softly. “Mine.”

With his hand on my throat, he moves to kiss me just below my ear. He kisses my shoulder. My chest. His hand moves from my throat to my breast where he slowly palms me while he takes my other nipple into his mouth, his expert tongue teasing me exactly how he knows will get a reaction from me.

My back arches, and I can feel him smile against my skin. “And these,” he says before nipping at me again. “Also, mine.”

Repositioning himself, he settles between my legs, and the head of his cock teases my slick entrance. “This too,” he says, his voice dragging out of him. Bringing his mouth to my ear, he moves his thick head over my clit, and I gasp. “It’s all mine, Margot. Every taste, every touch, every moan that comes from that pretty mouth. Do you understand?”

I nod, but I can’t take much more of this. “All of me is yours,” I pant and press against him, desperate to be filled.

Jackson groans like my words physically do something to him and goes back to massaging my clit with his cock. “Good girl.” His voice is low in my ear and followed by his mouth on my neck as he spreads my shaking legs further. “And I’m yours,” he says as he finally presses against my opening. “I will never stop being yours.”

He eases in, inch by delicious inch, stretching me in the best way. My head presses back against the pillow, and I relish in the feeling of being his again. He feels so good—too good.The pressure of him inside me satisfies my aching need, and once he’s fully rooted, I roll my hips to feel him deeper.

Jackson curses under his breath. “Fuck, you feel good.”

I nod, agreeing with him,and roll my hips again. Our chemistry has always been undeniable this way, and when we started dating, it got more intense. But now? Now that I know he loves me and he knows I love him, it’s even better.

Jackson starts to move, and I feel all of him. My nails dig into his skin, and I never want this closeness between us to stop. Every time he thrusts into me, I’m desperate to pull him deeper. He moves slow and deliberate, like he wants this to last as much as I do.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

With every thrust, he hits deep enough to make me cry out. My hands knot in his hair as he swallows the sounds I make and thrusts into me harder. My legs tighten around him, holding him to me, and he groans. “You want me to fill you up, don’t you?”

“Please,” I beg, my eyes rolling back as he hits deep again.

“Fuck, Margot. It’s been months, you can’t beg like that and expect me to last.” His head falls forward like he’s trying to collect himself, so I roll my hips again to grind against him deeper.

I’m so close. Everything inside my body is wound tight. All I need is for him to let go and fuck me harder. I need to feel him stiffen and pour into me. I need to feel him claim me. I need to be his. I need him to make me his again. “Jackson, fuck me like I’m yours. Please.”

With a possessive hand on my throat, he picks up the pace, slamming into me harder. He doesn’t swallow my cries anymore, and I know it’s because he’s watching. He’s watching what he does to me, and I can’t take how good it all feels. My walls clench around his cock, and he fucks me into oblivion. I cry out his name as I shatter around him, and with one final thrust, he comes deep inside me, finding his release.

He stays there while he brushes my hair gently out of my face and peppers kisses across my neck and throat. I think he’s worried he gripped me too tight as he spilled into me, but even that felt good. Everything with Jackson feels good.

“I love you,” he whispers against my skin. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

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The second timeI came with her was in the shower. The third was as soon as she dropped her towel after drying off. Now we’re back on her bed, and she’s wearing nothing but a T-shirt I left here. I want to ask her if she wore it at all during the past six weeks, or if she had hidden it away in a drawer somewhere and only pulled it out now that we’ve fixed things between us.

God, I hope we’ve fixed things.

I keep waiting for her to change her mind. Maybe she decided she’d come with me in the heat of the moment. Maybe she’ll realize how crazy it all is and stay here with her best friend, her job, herlife.

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