Page 68 of Dangerous Pursuit

I pull out, watching her face for signs of pain. When there are none, and she responds with gasps of pleasure instead, my resolve crumbles. I hammer into her, withdrawing slowly, repeating this a few times until I lose all control and begin to pound her hard and fast like I’ve been dying to do for weeks. It feels fucking phenomenal.

“Damn, Mia, you were made for me—I’ll never be satisfied with anyone else again.” No truer words were ever spoken. I’m done, ruined for the girl who’s stolen my heart, my body, and now my soul.

“Jackson, yes. God, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

Christ almighty, I won’t last long. I reach between us and bring my thumb to her clit, wanting to bring her over the edge with me.

“Come on, can you give me another one?” I grip the back of her neck and plunder her mouth. We’re lost, drowning, consuming each other’s moans when I feel her walls tighten.

“Yeah, that’s it. Come for me, baby. Milk my dick and I’ll fill you up.”

She screams her orgasm, sending me over as I give one final hard thrust and lose myself.

“Oh God… yes. Fucking take it, Mia. Yeah. Fuck, just like that,” I grunt out between short thrusts as I come undone, shooting inside her for what seems like forever with the most epic orgasm of my life. I’m positive it can’t be topped.

I collapse, resting my head between her neck and shoulder. We’re both panting like we just ran a marathon and are still trying to catch our breaths while sated and slick with sweat.

“Wow. It keeps getting better,” she whispers.

I huff in awe. “Fuck yeah, it does,” I respond while nuzzling her neck before raising my head to look at her. “How are you feeling? Did I hurt you?”

“Not at all.” She pauses. “I feel… happy.” Then shelaughs.

And that’s the moment I realize I want to make her happy for the rest of my life.

Mia

Ouractivitiesthroughout the night finally caught up to me. My body is so sore this morning that it’s reluctant to move. It protests as I turn to snuggle into a still-sleeping Jackson. The night couldn’t have gone better. I’m still shocked by how perfect it was, afraid it’s too good to be true. I wonder if sex is always like this or if it’s rare to be so… I don’t know… in sync with each other.

It didn’t feel like my first time at all. I’m sure it has something to do with Jackson and how he didn’t treat me as if it were. I think we were both so pent up by the time we made it to that moment there was no slowing down, even though he did try, until I put the kibosh on it. His sweetness is appreciated, but I’ve discovered it’s not what I want in the bedroom. Outside of it is a different story, and where I revel in that side of him.

It’s scary how fast I’m falling—or maybefallenmight be the better word. I’m glad his sister accepted us so quickly, and even my mom is on board, but how will his parents react? I’m still the housecleaner’s daughter and a decade younger than their son. I’m just starting college. How is this even going to work? He’s so far beyond where I’m at in life. How long will he be okay with the disparity between us?

I’m lost in my thoughts, staring at his beautiful face, when his eyes slowly peel open. His lips curve up, putting all my concerns back in their box.

“Good morning, gorgeous. How are you feeling?”

“I’m a little sore. It feels like I worked out for the first time in months.”

“Unless you’ve been going to the gym, you sort of did. You got legs in while you wrapped them around me, abs while you rode me, and arms while you held yourself up as you took it bent over in the shower. I’d say that’s a full-body workout.” His smile is contagious.

“Hmm… yeah, I guess you’re right. Maybe you can be my personal trainer and work me hard every day.”Like right now.

He slides his arm around my back and hugs me, kissing my head. “Damn, Mia, you start talking like that first thing in the morning, and I’m going to be fucking you in a minute. Or should I say training?”

“I’m not opposed to that.”As in, yes, please.

“You just said you were sore, sweetheart. I think you need a break. How about some pain pills and a hot bath while I get coffee going and call for room service.”

“That’ll have to do since someone can’t meet my needs.”

He flips me onto my back and hovers above. “You are an insatiable little girl, you know that? Is your pussy already begging to be filled this morning? Because I guarantee Icanmeet your needs.” His dick is already at full mast between my legs, and I’m clenching in anticipation.

“It is, and I need my workout today, Jackson,” I say in the poutiest voice I can.

“Oh, I’ll give you a workout. Get on your hands and knees, baby.”

I do a victory dance in my head while complying.

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