Page 69 of Sweet Like Whiskey

“Mm.”

“All right,” I say, flexing my toes a couple times. “Is this a quick-draw thing? Because if so, it’s fine. If you come right away, I’m sure your tongue can—”

He starts to laugh, the sound so surprising I don’t finish my sentence.

“What?” I ask, laughing along with him, that brightness in his eyes as he ducks his face making my chest ache in the best way.

He shakes his head a couple times before easing forward, the motion pressing my leg up against my body, opening me wide. His hand lands beside my shoulder, his face a foot away from mine.

“I’m not emptying my round in .2 seconds,” he says, laughter still in his tone. “It’s notthat. It’s ayouthing, Ashley. A me-and-you thing.”

My heart thumps painfully, my breath getting lost somewhere on the passage from my mouth to my lungs. Jackson notches his cock against me, the pressure causing me to reflexively bear down.

“It’s a good thing,” he adds, staring at me, the vulnerability in his eyes more shocking than anything else he’s said or done here tonight.

I nod, managing a, “Yeah.”

Yeah, it’s a good thing. A very good thing.

Yeah, I’m ready for your cock. I’ve been ready for weeks.

Yeah to all of it.

Jackson presses forward, his eyes shuttering as he slips inside my body. He moves slowly, his hand leaving the base of his cock and anchoring against my leg that’s still hooked over his shoulder. His fingers dig in, his lips finding my knee. He leaves another kiss there, the two of us so close his hair nearly brushes my nose.

“Jackson,” I groan, the sound a whisper.

He turns his face my way slowly.

“Kiss me while you make me come,” I request. Or maybe it’s a demand.

Jackson’s nostrils flare, his cock seating fully inside my body, hips against my ass. He lets go of my leg, planting his hand on the mattress beside my head, bracketing me on both sides. I’m practically folded in half, but I like it. The way he’s pinning me to the bed. How deep he is inside my body.

When his lips touch mine, it’s on an inhale. Mine. His. We breathe in, a moment of calm, a beat of stillness. And then Jackson moves.

It’s slow at first, a shallow punch of his hips that has the both of us groaning. His beard bristles my face as he sucks my lip into his mouth, his tongue teasing me open the next second as his hips flex again. I find purchase against his side as we move together, my other hand wrapping around his bicep and holding tight. He punches a gasp out of me, one he quickly absorbs, our mouths all but dueling now as Jackson picks up speed, the drag of his cock feeling like heaven. Afuckleaves my lips, my heart pounding, the slap of Jackson’s hips against my ass a filthy soundtrack over our breaths.

“Harder,” I find myself saying. Another demand.

Jackson grunts, falling down to his elbow, the move causing my leg to shift off his shoulder. Our chests brush as he slams into my body.God, yes.

“Harder.”

He curses, his teeth scraping my lip as he punches into me so hard my cock jerks from the blissful force of it. I lock my feet behind his ass, needing the leverage. My hands find the headboard, holding on, holding steady.

“Come on, Jackson,” I groan, the drag of his dick lighting me up. “I’m not gonna break.”

God, the near snarl he lets out. He lifts his head, clocking my expression, finding…I don’t know what. And then his lips lock with mine, his hand threads into my hair, and hefucksme. My breath beats out of me in rhythmic puffs, Jackson’s abs grinding against my cock as he ruts into me so hard the bed creaks. So hard my balls draw up. My entire body is wound tight, the pace fast and so brutally perfect I’m left no choice but to keep climbing. I must be strangling his cock with the way my muscles have tightened, and his groan confirms it.

“Gonna… come,” I pant out.

He shifts in a way that hits me just right, does it again, and I’m gone. My cock jerks against Jackson’s stomach, the orgasm ruthless in the way it robs me of control. My breath stutters, my muscles lock, and I come andcome, my ears ringing with the force of it. Jackson’s hips stutter, too, his pace breaking. He grinds against me, his palm slapping the side of my ass as he grabs my hip, as if he could somehow push himself deeper. He can’t. He’s in me to the root, his cock flexing as he empties on a groan.

My body continues to ping and buzz as my ears slowly stop ringing. I feel damn near electrocuted, my entire being sore but utterly satisfied as Jackson’s weight keeps me rooted in place. The both of us are breathing heavily, his hand rubbing a slow circle against my hip now, his breath fanning over my collarbone. He feels good,perfect, and I inhale the scent of him, trying to store it away for later.

Man. Earth. Rain, heavy in my lungs, soothing.

“You smell like this place,” I say softly, another small aftershock making me constrict around his cock.

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