Page 152 of All The Happily Ever Afters

Her head falls back slightly as she murmurs her agreement. My lips travel down her body, leaving openmouthed kisses as I go. I take my time to pluck her hardened nipples and smile against her heated skin when she moans from the touch.

From what I do to her.

Groaning against her curves, I nip along her body as I lower myself to my knees. As I tug her leggings down, I pull her lace underwear along with it.

Her fingers spear through my hair the moment I peek up at her. She’s bared to me and I lean forward, tasting her. Her eyes flutter as her head falls back and with that I take a languid lick and then another. Her arousal is sweet on my tongue.

Both of her hands brace against my shoulders as she struggles to stay upright when I suck her clit. I massage my tongue against her and my sweet Aubree digs her nails into my shoulders, sucks in a breath and then calls out my name.

My name.

My hands dig into her ass to keep her where I want her. Precum leaks from my cock as she writhes, the leggings still wrapped around her ankles, preventing her from moving much at all.

“Please,” she begs me and I can’t take it anymore.

In a swift motion I lift her up, stepping on the leggings to rip them from her and hustle to the sofa. I’m not as gentle as I’d like to be when I lay her down.

She gasps from the sudden change of pace.

My shirt comes over my head, and I kick my jeans off as quickly as possible. All the while the sofa protests under us.

“Spread your legs for me,” I murmur and she obeys, her wide eyes staying on mine. Without wasting a second, I slam into her.

Her wet, welcoming heat takes me like she’s meant to. Her lips part in a gorgeousOand she holds her breath as I push myself deeper, rocking slightly so my groin massages her clit.

“You’re so fucking tight,” I groan and then lower myself down to her, bracing a forearm beside her so I can kiss her.

It’s only then that I move. Pulling nearly all the way out before pushing all the way back in. The head of my cock presses against her back wall and I can barely take it.

“Jackson.” She moans my name, her arms wrapping around my back. Her head thrashes from side to side as I push myself in deeper and fuck her harder with each thrust.

There’s a moment when her hands brush against my chest, with her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath, that our eyes meet. My heart hammers, my blood heats and I swear she almost says what I’m thinking.

Instead she kisses me, pressing her lips to mine as if she would die without it.

I go slow for a moment, wanting it back. Wanting that moment back and needing to know what she was going to say.

The three words are right there for me too, but I swallow them down and lower my chest to hers, holding her as I fuck her faster, but deeper still.

“Fuck!” she yelps and her pussy flutters around my cock. My thumb finds her clit and a cold sweat forms on my back as it all intensifies.

Her muffled cries of pleasure fill the room and I fucking love it. I’ve always wanted her, I’ve fantasized about it, but this? The sight of her getting off on my cock is better than I could have imagined.

“Jackson.” She calls out my name again, this time with desperation as I hook my arm under her knee and pull it up so I can get even deeper.

“Don’t worry,” I say and kiss her neck. “You can take me.” With that whispered, I piston my hips, fucking her deeply and roughly.

She comes again, screaming my name this time and I can’t stop. I take her savagely. Without holding back a damn thing and I don’t come until she reaches her third climax.

AUBREE

It’s all slow and fuzzy when I first wake up, which isn’t uncommon for the morning after a Sunday night out. It all depends on how the game goes. If it’s a close one, with lots of tension and shouting, I can still feel it in my muscles the day after. But something is off. I know it even before I’m aware I’m unfortunately hungover.

It’s not the lingering effects of too many shots that’s making me feel heavy and sated, though.

Since when did my blankets have this much weight to them?

It only takes one weak stretch to feel another person under the sheets. With wide eyes and a quick glance around Jackson’s living room, all of last night tumbles into my memory.

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