Page 70 of Light My Fire

“You’re so sensitive. You go off so easy. That’s so fucking sexy, sweetheart,” he tells me.

I feel like I just performed some amazing act, while in truth it was all him. Still, I’ll take the praise. That alone keeps those aftershocks from my orgasm going. I sit up and scoot back, sliding my wet heat over his cock.

He groans. “Fuck. I can’t wait to be buried inside you.”

I look from the condom to his cock, then up at him. He grins, positions it in my fingers, then helps me roll it down his impressive length. My body shivers thinking about taking him in. Shivers with pleasure.

Yes, they’ve definitely created a monster.

“Okay, come on up.” He takes my hips again, pulling me forward until his tip is at my entrance. “Now you control how fast you take me, how far I go,” he says. “Okay?” He brushes my hair back from my face.

I nod. I lift up and take his cock in hand. He sucks in a breath at my touch and I look up at him.

“Go on,” he urges.

“I want to make you make that noise again,” I tell him honestly, squeezing him.

He closes his eyes and grits his teeth, then his hand wraps around mine. “You will.” He chuckles. “You definitely will. Need inside you. You’ve been working me up for two days. Let me fuck you, Brooke. Then we can play all night.”

That soundsreallynice. I shift again, positioning him, then I start to lower myself over him.

I go slow. I’m still new at this, and he’s huge.

His fingers dig into my hips but he doesn’t try to hurry me, or stop me. I can tell by looking at his face this is a struggle, though. And I love that he’s letting me have control here.

“God,” I breathe out. “You’re so big.”

He lets out a rough laugh. “Jesus. You are so tight, Brooke. God, you feel amazing.”

I slowly sink down and unlike last night—because of last night—there’s no pain. There’s a fullness, a stretch, but it’s so good. It’s like the two times Wyatt and I had sexafterthat first time.

When I’m all the way down, I wiggle a little, then brace my hand on his chest. His deep brown eyes meet mine. There’s heat there, but also an affection that takes my breath away for a second.

“Now what?” I tease.

He blows out a breath. “Now you do whatever feels good.”

“Oh.” I think about that. All of this feels good. But I lift and lower myself on his length andyes, that definitely feels good. “I think I figured it out,” I say, my voice breathless as I do it again.

“You have,” he says tightly. “Fuck, you look good up there.”

I move again. And again. He lifts his hands, cupping my breasts, playing with my nipples. I lift and lower, picking up speed.

“This is good,” I say, panting a little.

“It’s very good,” he agrees. “You are definitely getting the hang of this.”

But I need more of… something. “What else?” I ask. I sit up a little straighter, running my hand through my hair. The arch in my back changes the angle slightly andthatfeels really good. I swivel my hips.

“Your clit,” he says. He’s watching me with dark eyes.

I can see the lust in his expression, the way he’s holding on but that it’s an effort. That gives me a thrill.

“Oh, yes.” I reach between my legs and circle my clit. That’s very nice.

Jackson catches my hand and brings it to his mouth, sucking on the finger that was just against my clit. My pussy tightens around him. He swirls his tongue around my finger and when it’s wet and slick, he presses it back against my clit.

My eyes on his, I circle and press.

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