Page 60 of Jackson
“Get on the bed, Summer,” Isaid.
Without a word, she did as I asked. She lay down and I knelt at her feet. Her hand slowly moved to her pussy, and when her fingers connected with her clitoris, she moaned. It was fucking torturous, arousing beyond belief, sensual, sexual, every damn word and emotion flooded through my brain. I pumped hard on my cock as I watched her fingers, as I watched her face. I was desperate to bury myself in her, to fuck her so hard she’d beg me to stop. But I wouldn’t. Not until I could controlmyself.
Her free hand gripped the bedding beside her. Her stomach tensed and her fingers workedharder.
“Look at me, baby,” I whispered. She opened hereyes.
She watched my hand slide up and down my cock, and her fingers worked faster over her clitoris. They were slick and the sight spurred me on, as did her smell. A musky scent washed over me. Lying in front of me, in all her beauty, pleasuring herself without embarrassment was about one of the hottest things I’d seen. I fell in love with her more, if that was possible, at thatmoment.
I clenched my jaw shut but hissed out as she bucked off the bed. She moaned out my name and I watched her give in to her orgasm. Sweat had beaded on her forehead, and I wanted that on my body, I wanted her juices around my cock, around my fingers. I grabbed her wrist, forcing her to sit. I placed them in my mouth and sucked and licked themclean.
Her hand covered mine as I brought myself to my release. My cum spurted over her hand, and what she did next nearly tipped me over the edge. She raised her hand and licked it from herthumb.
“Fuck. Don’t do that, Summer. Fuck,” Isaid.
My heart was still racing as she knelt in front of me. “Just kiss me,Jack.”
It was all the invitation I needed. I grabbed her face in my hands and my mouth crashed down on hers. She bit my lip and it was painfully delicious. My stomach knotted at the sting. Electrical synapses fired off in my brain, as I tasted my blood and my heart pumped faster. I wrapped my hands in her hair and tightened my fingers, she moaned into my mouth. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and ran her fingernails down my back. My cock hardened at the scratch. She had me dangerously close to losingcontrol.
Just as I was about to throw her back on the bed, she broke the kiss and started to whisper tome.
“I love you, Jack, this is me, Summer. You love me, you don’t want to hurtme.”
While she spoke, she straddled my lap. One hand held my cock and guided it inside her. I was sitting back on my heels as she rodeme.
“Tell me you love me, Jack,” she continued towhisper.
“I love you, I can’t…” I said with agrunt.
“You can, you look at me. Look straight into my eyes, Jack. This is me, it’sSummer.”
She said her name over and over, slowly. She whispered that she loved me; she didn’t stop talking until I had come for a second time. I let my head fall on her shoulders and she held me while Icried.
“See, you can do it,” she said after a few minutes. “You just need to focus on me, onus.”
She slid from my lap and I let my body fall face first onto the bed. She lay beside me and her hand gently stroked the back of my head, my neck, and down my back as if she was comfortingme.
“I can give you an outlet. I can make you bleed but in a more pleasurable way, Jack,” she said, as she placed her finger to my swollenlip.
“That’s not what it’s about. That’s not always going to be enough. I don’t want to bleed, you’ll never understand the reasons,” I saidquietly.
“I know it’s not enough, I know I’ll never understand, but it was something for now, wasn’t it?” shesaid.
I reached out and pulled her close to me. It had worked, I guessed. However, what she didn’t realise was I didn’t have the urge, there was no anger flowing through my body, at that point. If she did that when I had, there was no telling what I was capableof.
“You can’t do that again, okay? Let me get my urges under control. If you are my willing outlet, it doesn’t get better, Summer. It gets worse with every abusive fuck I give you. The more you give me, the more I willtake.”
“But that wasn’t an abusive fuck as you calledit.”
“No, because you took me by surprise and because I wasn’t in a bad frame of mind. One day I might be and you’ll push just that one wrong button…” I left the sentencehanging.
She sighed. “I wanted you, I needed you. Those drawings, Jack, they turned me on, you turn me on, and I can’t helpthat.”
“I’m pleased to hear that,” I said with achuckle.
“I’mserious.”
“I know, and so am I. I don’t trust myself and you are nowhere strong enough to stop me. I will do all I can to give you warning, and you need to promise me you will back off when I ask. Please, Summer, do that for me atleast.”
