Page 103 of Burn With Me

From Ginny, it’s like a fucking symphony. Knowing it’smewho's making her sing so beautifully.

“Harder,” she begs.

“Baby, if I fuck you any harder, I’m going to break the bed.”

She chases her high, hips lifting to match mine thrust for thrust. Winding an arm under her waist, I pull her up so that she’s straddling me. As I’m adjusting us, she throws her weight to the side, knocking us back to the bed so that she’s on top. My cock meets resistance inside her, as though it literally can’t go any further, but she just smiles as her hands twist up into her hair, and she starts to ride me.

“So let’s break it. You’re rich; you can buy a new bed.” She grins at me before reaching up for the top of the headboard. Using it for leverage, she starts moving faster. Head thrown back, squeezing her walls around me with every press of her hips against mine.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” I tell her, squeezing her ass so tight I know it’ll be red later.

She’s completely uninhibited. Hair wild, eyes glowing. It’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.

My balls tense, cock twitching as it gets ready to release. But Ginny shows no signs of being near an orgasm. “Fuck, if you keep riding me like that, I’m going to come.”

Immediately, her hips slow, and she tilts her head downbetween her arms, still holding onto the headboard. Her hair falls around me, a bona fide siren as she singsongs, “Do you wanna come, Jackson?”

“Is that a rhetorical question?” I smirk up at her.

Her hips roll against me, slow and deep, and she drops her arms and kisses me. My tongue battles hers as I reach between her legs to pinch her clit, swallowing her gasp of surprise.

Moaning against my mouth, she begins to ride me again. Desperate and needy. When our lips break apart, she looks me dead in the eyes and says, “Then fuck me harder.”

Raw, primal instinct rages through me as I flip us so that she’s on her back again. My lips find hers again as I pound into her, sucking her bottom lip so hard she cries out but doesn’t show any sign of wanting to stop. The sound of our bodies slapping together, flesh on flesh, pair with the beautiful words that pour from her mouth.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that. God, you’re so fucking deep.” She spurs me on, letting me know I’m not in danger of hurting her.

It’s my turn to use the headboard for leverage as I fuck her so hard the headboard cracks as it detaches from the frame. My cock is so close to bursting it may very well break the condom from how hard I’m about to come.

My teeth clench as I squeeze my eyes, willing myself not to go before her. Her nails dig into my arms and over my back, leaving deep welts as she screams out my name. “Jackson, I’m coming!”

Digging her feet into my ass, she squeezes me closer as her pussy spasms around me. I hold out for two more thrusts before I’m spilling inside her, and I don’t slow until my cock stops twitching. She rides out her release, coming once more before I finish. Our bodies continue to move against each other as I graze my lips up down her neck before pulling at her nipple with my teeth.

Her hands find the back of my head, holding me to her asI suck on her breast before moving to the other to give it equal attention.

“Jackson?” she asks.

“Hmm?” Nuzzling my way up to the crook of her neck, I lay a gentle kiss there before pulling back to look at her.

She looks as though she wants to say something but is unsure. Hope springs through me that perhaps she’ll come clean about the club. About her stranger. Opening the conversation and giving me an opportunity to tell her that it’s been me all along.

Her fingers play with my hair, eyes bouncing back and forth between mine. Eventually, she pulls me in for a soft kiss. When we part, she looks as though she’s about to cry.

“Hey. Ginny, what’s wrong? What is it? Did I hurt you?” Concern bleeds into my tone as I wipe her sweaty hair off her forehead.

Shaking her head, she laughs as tears start to fall. “No, you didn’t hurt me.”

“Then why are you crying?” It’s quickly becoming the thing I hate most—the sight of her sad.

“Because, you jerk.” Her head falls to the side so she doesn’t look at me as she says, “I think I’ve fallen in love with you.”

If my heart could burst and I still be alive, this is what it would feel like—I’m sure of it.

“IknowI’ve fallen in love with you, Ginny. I’ve fallen so fucking deep I’m drowning. And I will die a million deaths if it means I get to hear you tell me you love me every fucking day from now until eternity.”

My confession doesn’t dry the tears from her eyes, though. Instead, she starts to cry harder, pressing the heels of her hands into her eyes.

“You won’t love me when you hear how awful I am. I’m afraid you won’t want me anymore at all.”

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