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His hands were on my hips, his fingers gently brushed over my tattoo as he lowered his head. I cried out his name as his tongue swiped over my clitoris, sending a shockwave through my stomach. My fists bunched in the sheet as his lips closed and his tongue flicked. I wanted his tongue inside me; I was desperate for his touch so I raised myhips.
Instead of giving me what I wanted, Jackson sat back on his heels. He trailed his fingers over my lower stomach and down as he slid to one side. With his free hand he pushed his jeans lower and then kicked them off before he settled besideme.
He lay on his side, one hand held my wrists above my head and the fingers on the other teased me. I parted my legs as he inserted two fingers inside me. Fire raged at his touch. He hooked his fingers and stroked in a place that had me crying out his name. I wrenched my wrists from his grip and placed one hand on the back of his head. I pulled his face towards me, and his mouth crashed down on mine. He bit and sucked on my lower lip, still tender from our earlierkiss.
I needed to come; my stomach was in knots and heat travelled over my body. As his fingers stroked faster, I fell apart around them. Before I’d come down from the high, he rolled on top of me. I opened my eyes to look at him as his cock brushed against my entrance. He held himself above me on his hands, and he pushed into me then stilled, I wrapped my arms aroundhim.
“Promise you won’t hurt me,” Iwhispered.
“I can’t promise you anything.” He pulled back and then slammed into me so hard my body jolted up thebed.
I could feel the bar underneath the tip of his cock roll against me and it heightened every sensation. He fucked me fast. Beads of sweat dripped from his brow, and he growled out my name as I clawed down hisback.
I wrapped my legs around him; I needed him deeper. He thrust into me harder but it wasn’t enough. I was a bundle of static, of nerve endings screaming out, and my body shook with want. I struggled to catch my breath at times and as my orgasm rolled over me, I screamedout.
Jackson pulled out of me, and before I could register, he had flipped me onto my stomach and was pulling at my hips, raising them. I scrambled to my knees. I had just about stabilised myself before be pushed into me. He wrapped one hand in my hair and pulled my head up. His other hand held my hip and his fingers dug into myflesh.
My arms shook as I held myself steady. I sunk to my elbows and Jackson continued to fuck me. Every time he pulled back, I pushed myself towards him; I felt the void he hadleft.
I lost track of time, I lost count of the orgasms I’d experienced. My body ached and I was coated in both his sweat and mine. I couldn’t hold myself up any longer, and with Jackson still inside, I slumped to the bed. He pulled out and while I lay on my stomach, I felt his hand run over my backside. His finger gently slid down and probed at a place that had me tense my body. I could feel his other hand slide up and down his cock and then his hot cum as it spurted overme.
Jackson collapsed beside me. His breathing was as erratic as mine. He lay on his back and closed his eyes until he got himself under control. We stayed that way in silence for awhile.
“Is that the hardest?” Iwhispered.
He turned on his side and opened his eyes. “Huh?”
“Is that the hardest you could have fuckedme?”
He didn’t answer immediately. “No.”
I didn’t want to know anymore. He held me to him as I started to cry. Emotion flooded over me, I felt drained, emotionally and physically. I felt shame and guilt at what I’d done and allowed to bedone.
