Page 71 of Jacked and Jaded

Jackson laughed. Little did she know, he could fuck her ass any number of ways. Right now, though, he wanted to give her something. He reached over and took her left hand in his.

“Are you trying to get me to touch myself? Because all you have to do is ask.”

“No. Will you just cooperate?” Jackson pulled the diamond engagement ring out of the box and slipped it on her fourth finger.

“Jackson?” Calliope’s voice wobbled.

“Open your eyes.” Jackson watched her face from the comfort of his position between her legs. Her jaws went slack as her mouth fell open and her eyes bugged out of her head. It looked like she liked the ring he picked out. Thank God. He was mentally patting himself on the back when she burst into tears.

“Calliope? What’s wrong?” He shot to a sitting position and pulled her hands into his. “Did I not pick out the one you want? The lady at the store said we can exchange it if you didn’t like it.” Shit, shit, shit. How could he have fucked this up? Should he fuck her again so she’d quit crying? Hell, he didn’t know. He’d never been in a relationship before. None. He ran his hand through his hair helplessly.

Calliope sniffled and got her crying under control. She wiped the tears from her cheeks and took a deep, calming breath. “I’m sorry I cried, but they’re happy tears and doesn’t it look so pretty on my hand now that I don’t have a cast anymore?”

“Seriously?” Jackson had his doubts. Who cried when they were happy? Women apparently.

“Yes, Jackson. I’ve wanted to be yours for so long, I’d finally given up hope that it would ever happen.” She held her hand out so she could get a better look. “It’s absolutely beautiful. I love it.” She dived at him, tackling him to the bed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she squeezed and kissed him hard.

“So I did good?”

“Yes. You did very good.” She kissed him again, this time taking her time to make sure he knew exactly how good he’d done.

Jackson pulled away and smiled. “Does that mean I can fuck your ass now?” He mentally crossed his fingers. Please. Please. Please.

“Yes, Jackson, you can fuck my ass now.” The sound of her sultry reply had his dick going rock hard in an instant.

Hallelujah! Jackson sang in his head as his fist-punched the sky. He rolled so that he was on top again and planted soft little kisses all over her face and neck. “Baby, you are going tolovethis!”

She believedJackson when he said she would love it. Everything they’d done together so far had been mind boggling. There wasn’t anything they hadn’t experimented with except for this. Things were just starting to heat up between them again, when her cell phone started to ring.

“Ignore it,” Jackson mumbled against her neck. A few more rings and it stopped. “They’ll leave a message.” He flexed his hip and his erection poked her in the side.

His hand was between her legs and it was feeling so good. If he would move his finger just a little to the, yeah, right there. “Holy shit, that feels so good, Jackson.” She reached between them and wrapped her hand around his cock, working it up and down, and gathering little drops of fluid that came out around the head. He moaned his pleasure into her neck and bucked his cock into her hand.

She felt Jackson slip his finger deep inside her wetness, then pull out and rim around her back hole, someplace no one had ever been before. She was both excited and nervous and horny as hell. He slowly pushed his finger forward. They’d done this much before and knew what to expect.

“Fuck, you just got a lot wetter when I got my finger inside you.” The initial sting of adding another finger was overshadowed by the accompanying sting as he also bit down on her nipple, causing her to shiver in need.

Someone’s phone started ringing again. Jackson pulled back and swore. “God damn it.”

“Ignore it. Ignore it,” Calliope begged. Ever since Jackson started playing around, testing her reception of the idea of anal sex, she’d thought about it a lot. Just the thought could get her worked up. She didn’t know who was calling, but they were now on her shit list. They were taking away from their engagement celebration.

“Fuck. Sorry, baby, I gotta take this.” Jackson rolled to grab his phone off the charger and put it to his ear. “Yeah.” At least he didn’t sound any happier to be interrupted than she was. “Yeah, we’ll be there in a few. Yeah. Bye.” He hung up his phone then rolled to his back and threw an arm over his eyes. “Fucking Race. Wants to know where we’re at. I’m supposed to be helping him grill and your mom’s been looking for you to help cook. Fuck!” His fist hit the mattress hard.

Calliope looked longingly at his still hard cock. What a waste. Jackson had a perfectly delicious looking hard on and it was going to be wasted. Apparently, she was putting her mom and Race on her shit list.

“I’m sorry, baby. We gotta get dressed. We’re already thirty minutes late according to your mom.” Jackson sighed heavily and started to sit up.

“I’m sorry, too. I was actually looking forward to you fucking my ass.”

Jackson’s head spun around so fast, she didn’t know how it didn’t fly off his neck. “Say again?”

Calliope got up on her knees and crawled toward Jackson. His eyes were fastened on her swaying tits and then her pussy as she pulled herself up. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and whispered in his ear, “I say we go to this house warming for Bellamy, stay a couple of hours, then get the hell of Dodge when nobody’s looking. Then we’ll come home and pick up where we left off and you can fuck my ass.”

“Sweet Jesus. Are you for real?” The look of awe on Jackson’s face was priceless.

“Yes. I’m for real.”

“Get up. Let’s get this the fuck over with so we can come back home.” Calliope laughed in surprise as Jackson picked her up and set her on her feet at the same time he stood up next to the bed.

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