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My heart skips a beat as I roll to my stomach and then bite my lip as he pulls my hands behind my back and ties them, not too tight, but just enough that I can’t escape. Then, he runs hishand down my spine, stopping at my bottom. He slips his fingers down beneath my plump cheeks and finds my arousal, coating them in it. A low growl leaves his lips as he swirls his fingers, pushing them inside me before sliding back to my bottom.

Then, he uses his lubricated fingers to enter me.

I whimper, my hands forming fists as I hold my breath, waiting for the initial sting to pass.

Jackson uses his other hand to push two fingers into my pussy at the same time, and the sensation is so overwhelming, I gasp, pushing my bottom up, not entirely sure if I want to move away from the strange feeling or toward it. It’s like my nerve endings are on fire, but in a good way.

“I can feel my fingers inside you, you’re so fuckin’ tight baby.”

I moan when he moves both his hands at the same time, filling me, bringing my body to life. Jackson knows what he’s doing, and he’s not afraid to show me. I can feel the pleasure building, and I know I’m going to cum again, this time with his fingers deep within both entrances.

When I do, I cry out, and my body jerks, a new sensation washing over me, something I haven’t experienced before. It’s incredible and I don’t even try to hold back my screams of pleasure as I relish in these new feelings. Jackson growls from behind me, a low throaty sound that has my body automatically pushing back toward him, wanting more.

“I can feel your sweet cunt tightening around my fingers, it’s incredible,” he rasps. “Now I’m goin’ to put my cock inside you.”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”

The feeling of his fingers leaving me has a cold breeze washing over my bottom, but it doesn’t last long, soon, Jackson is pressing against it, pushing in slowly. I grit my teeth—his cock is a whole lot bigger than his fingers, but I hold my breath and wait, knowing that soon, it’ll be sensational.

I’m right.

Once he’s fully inside me, and I’ve stretched around him, I can feel the pressure in all the right places.

“Fuck me, Jackson,” I beg. “Please.”

“Dirty girl,” he murmurs, placing his hand on my ass cheek and slapping, before he starts slowly rocking his cock, in and out.

I moan.

He growls.

Then he fucks me.

He fucks me just like I want, and he knows exactly how I like it. His body moves with perfect rhythm, and his cock hits me in all the right places. It’s a different kind of pleasure, but I like it just as much. When he leans down, pulling my body up by my bound hands, I groan. His fingers glide around and find my clit, and he rubs it as his cock moves harder, faster, and I know I can’t hold on.

I cum again, my mouth opening, my head thrown back, and oh, God, it is incredible.

Jackson follows close behind, his hiss of pleasure in my ear sending chills up my spine.

Fuck.

Yes.

This man is a God.

MyGod.

Myeverything.

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Serenity is sleeping, her hands tucked beneath her cheek, her hair a mess as it cascades over her body. She’s still naked, curled onto her side, and fuck, she’s perfect. She’s perfect in every single way. It takes everything for me not to wake her and fuck her again. After our last session, I could use more.

But she needs to sleep.

And Janine needs a break.

Pulling on my jeans and a shirt, I leave the room, closing the door softly. Everyone is still outside by the fire, still drinking and laughing. This is what I love the most about the club, the family aspect. No matter what we’re all going through, we’re together, and we make it work.

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