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She struggles for a second, then relents. “Fine,” she slurs. “I’m leaving.”

Spike lets her go. She shoots him a glare and storms off.

“Gabby!” I call.

She stops without turning.

“Come back, and I’ll fucking handle you myself. Stay away from my family.”

She huffs and continues.

Jackson releases me, looking both angry and impressed. “Where’d my sweet girl go?”

I grin. “Tired of taking everyone’s crap.”

“Had me worried,” Spike chuckles. “Nice one, Serenity.”

Jackson smirks, leans in. “Let’s see that side when you’re naked.”

“Deal,” I smirk back.

He hauls me over his shoulder, carrying me back to the club.

Can’t wait to take him up on that offer.

LEANING BACK, MY FINGERSdig into Jackson’s large shoulders as I ride him, rocking back and forth on his cock, which is so hard inside me I can feel it stretching me in the most incredible way. His hands are tied firmly behind his back, and I have all the control.

I stop and start, teasing and taunting, running my tongue over his lips and loving it when he curses at me.

“If you stop now,” he growls, “I might just fuckin’ lose it.”

His body is tense, and I know he’s close.

I’ve been working him for a good twenty minutes, just rolling my hips, letting my pussy clench and unclench around him.

“I haven’t decided if I’m going to let you cum yet,” I tease lightly, running my tongue over his bottom lip. “What do you think?”

“Careful, darlin’,” he warns. “I’m a patient man, but I’m not that understanding.”

“What are you going to do to me if I don’t let you cum?”

I slide up his cock, then slowly inch down, little by little, loving the hiss that escapes from his lips.

“I’ll tie you down, and I’ll lick that sweet cunt until you’re gasping my name, then I’ll turn and leave the room and watch you squirm.”

“Careful, you’re the one tied up right now.”

He moans deeply when I twist my hips.

“Baby, stop playin’.”

“Never.”

I decide it’s time to let him find his release, and of course my own. Locking my lips over his, I kiss him deeply as I fuck him harder. He tugs at his restraints, growling against my mouth, and I know how good this feels for him because it feels just as good for me.

“Jacks,” I gasp, throwing my head back and crying out as my body shakes and I nearly lose my footing, my legs trembling so violently.

He follows along behind me, a feral hiss escaping his lips followed by a deep, guttural moan.

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