Page 68 of Light My Fire

I nod. “A lot of fun.”

“Did he take good care of you? Make you come multiple times? Make this sweet pussy nice and hot and wet over and over?”

I whimper softly. “Yes.”

“Good.” He leans down and kisses me. “So now that you have a starting point, what do you want? What do you want to try now?”

I look up at him. He’s the playful one. The one that doesn’t take things too seriously.

Except that he wants to. He wants to be more serious, find something more important to do.

That’s not about you and definitely not about sex, I remind myself.

“I don’t even really know all my options,” I tell him truthfully.

“What positions did you try out?” he asks, stroking his hand down my side.

“Just vanilla,” I say. “That’s what he said.”

Jackson chuckles. “You were on your back, him on top?”

I nod. “But I liked it,” I say quickly. “It was really good.”

“There’s nothing wrong with vanilla at all,” he agrees. He drags his hand up my thigh and cups my pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you like that, sweetheart? Do you just want to spread your legs for me like this?”

I do without thinking. He runs his middle finger over my clit and then dips just the tip into my pussy.

“So wet,” he says gruffly. “Fuck, you’re perfect just like this. I’ll gladly take you just like this.”

He slips his finger in deeper and lowers his head to kiss me again. I grip his shoulders as he slides in and out, then circles over my clit. He runs his mouth from my lips to my jaw.

“You’re so tight and hot,” he tells me. “I’m aching for you already.”

“You can fuck me however you want to,” I tell him, breathlessly.

He groans. “Christ, Brooke, you don’t even know all the ways I want to.”

“Tell me.” I love hearing these guys talk in bed like this. Every word seems to amp the temperature of my blood higher.

His mouth moves to my neck where he kisses me, then says, “I want to bend you over the end of the bed so I can hold on to your perfect ass,” he says, sliding another finger into me. “I want to put you on all fours in front of a mirror so I can watch your face every time I slam into you. I want to put you at the end of the bed on your back so I can spread your legs wide, but stand while I pound this pretty pussy until you scream.”

I’m breathing faster and I know he can feel around his fingers what this is doing to me.

“I want to make you ride me, sitting tall and pretty, your tits bouncing, taking me in, your legs spread wide over my hips.” He stops and lifts his head. “That one. That’s how I want you.”

I kind of lost track. I’m just all in if it involves my legs spread, him inside me, and both of us coming hard.

“You on top.” Suddenly his fingers are gone, and he’s rolling to his back.

But he brings me with him. I’m draped over him now. He kisses me as he pulls my thighs up on either side of his hips. Then says, “Sit up.”

I do. I’m straddling him, his cock nestled firmly against my ass. In this position, I’m on full display. As he proves, his gaze raking over me from my breasts down my stomach to where I’m spread out over him.

“Damn,thatis a pretty sight,” he says, reaching between my legs and sliding his thumb over my clit.

I gasp.

“Yeah, this is full access,” he says, grinning a very pleased grin. He reaches up and tugs on one of my nipples. My pussy clenches. “What do you think?” he asks. “You want to be a cowgirl?”

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