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“That ... That seems impossible,” Ciara thinks out loud.

I stand. “There is only one way to be sure. Jackson, stand up.”

“Fuck me,” he growls.

He stands, and I lean down, placing my hands on the ground and try to kick my legs off to do a handstand, but I land flat on my face. “Ow,” I squeal as the others erupt in laughter. “What the hell? When did I get so weak?”

“Let me get your legs,” Jackson orders, reaching down and taking my ankles.

We wobble and I squeal, but, eventually, he takes most of my weight and I am able to hold myself up with my hands. Then, he stands there, my legs around his neck, his mouth facing ... my bottom.

“Were they the other way around?” I giggle, nearly losing my balance.

“Spin her around.” Spike laughs. “Unless you eat ass, boss.”

“Fuck off,” Jackson yells, and he maneuvers me around so my face is now toward his legs and, this way, it is easier for my legs to go around his neck.

“Well, I mean, it could work. I don’t know how comfortable it would be ...” I yell out.

“Judgin’ by the look on Jack’s face, it’s good ...”

Oh.

My.

Suddenly, I’m being launched up and Jackson turns, carrying me out of the room. Everyone erupts with laughter.

“I guess they’re out.”

“Jackson,” I squeal as he kicks the door open to the bedroom.

“Time to finish what we started,” he hisses.

Oh.

Oh.

17 – Serenity

Moaning, I throw my head back as Jackson devours my pussy, his tongue swiping up through my flesh, rolling over my clit and then plunging inside of me. I’ve already orgasmed once, but he isn’t willing to let that be the end of it. He brings me to my release once more, my fingers curling into the sheets, my cries enough for everyone to hear.

I don’t care.

Then his body is on mine, his mouth consumes me, and I can taste myself on his lips. He kisses me with a ferocity that has my knees growing weak. I reach down between us, curling my fingers around his already throbbing dick, and squeeze. He hisses against my lips, his tongue sliding out and running over them before he is kissing me again.

“If you keep kissing me like this, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on when you’re finally inside me,” I whimper, running my fingers down his muscled back.

“That’s the point,” he growls. “I’m goin’ to make it impossible for you not to cum around my cock, darlin’.”

“I want you inside of me,” I beg. “I want it, and I want it now.”

“Not without this,” he grins, then reaches over and takes something from beside the bed.

He sits up, and I see a rope in his hand, just like I wanted.

I lick my lips and grin up at him. “You’re a bad man.”

“Roll over, sweetheart.”

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