Page 86 of Burn With Me

It’s like a mask slips over his entire form.

It makes my skin break out in goosebumps—the hair on the back of my neck standing on end.

The person standing in front of me is no longer Jackson.

He seemsunhuman.

Suddenly, I’m prey about to be torn in two.

“Fine then. Upstairs.Now,” he orders.

With a glare, I do as he says, wiping my cheeks as I ascend the staircase into his room. He’s quiet as he follows me, but as soon as we enter his bedroom, it’s like I’m about to have sex with a whole different man.

“Get on your knees,” he commands. His voice is deeper and throatier than it just was moments ago, but it’s devoid of any emotion.

Heat shoots to my center as I do what he says without hesitation. My body shivers as he walks closer, head craning back to stare up at him when he reaches me.

“Open your mouth.” I think he’s about to caress my cheek, but then he takes me by surprise as he clutches my jaw to squeeze my lips open.

“You look so fucking pretty on your knees, Ginny. I’ve thought about this moment for so long.” Shifting, he pulls himself out of his joggers, his swollen head already glistening with precum.

Letting go of my face, he slides his hand through my hair, twisting my strands around his fingers as he squeezes so tightly it makes me wince.

“Now suck.”

The moan that leaves my mouth is silenced by him thrusting his cock between my lips. Jackson is big, and I struggle to fit even half of him in my mouth before I try to pull back.

“No, you’ll take it all,” he grits out, hand tightening in my hair to stop me from retreating.

He grabs the base of his shaft and forces my head onto him. My hands fly up to his thighs as my gag reflex kicks in, but it doesn’t seem to bother him that there’s a good chance I might throw up on his dick.

I have no clue what I’m doing, though it doesn’t seem to matter.

Jackson gives me a moment to breathe before he slams further into my mouth. My tongue runs along the underside of his length, where multiple veins are popping beneath the silky skin, trying to do my best to please him like any other woman would. When he draws back, I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, licking along his slit before he pushes in again.

I’m wet between my thighs and reach down to touch myself to alleviate some of the pressure, but Jackson pulls out of my mouth quickly and slaps his cock against my cheek. “Did I say you could touch yourself?”

Too stunned to respond, I blink up at him as he rubs his head against my lips before pressing in again. He doesn’t go far, barely past the head and tells me, “Suck it fucking hard.”

My mouth seals over him, creating a vacuum-like effect as my tongue swirls against his slit, the tip pushing in just a little. He groans, and I like that doing as he says makes his head roll back in pleasure. He’s still holding the rest of his length, so I reach up to replace his hand, catching his eyes as he looks back down at me.

Slowly, I start to pump as I move my head up and down his shaft, saliva coating him as it spills from my mouth. It’s dirty and making a sloppy sucking sound, but it’s honestly turning me on more, and it seems like Jackson likes it too.

“Such a dirty fucking girl, aren’t you? This is what you’vebeen begging me for. Gagging on my cock. Do you like the way it tastes?”

Nodding against him, I bob my head more enthusiastically as his other hand finds the back of my head. He pushes me down onto him, hitting the back of my throat and holding me still as I choke around him.

I can’t breathe.

I don’t like that I can’t breathe.

Just when I desperately need air, he lets me go and steps back, his length bobbing in the space between us.

“Get up.” He grabs me roughly by my arms and pulls me from the floor. He begins to unbutton my jeans while I rip my shirt over my head and unclasp my bra, stepping out of my pants and underwear as he pushes them down my body.

For a moment, I think he’s going to kiss me, but then he palms both of my breasts and squeezes hard before bending to take one in his mouth.

He doesn’t kiss, or lick, or even suck. He bites my nipple, and it’s so painful that I cry out and try to push him back. I shove against him so hard that I fall back on the bed.

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