Page 40 of The Other One

“Please, for the love of everything holy, wrap your gorgeous fucking mouth around my cock.” His thumbs move to the side of my face, and he strokes my cheeks. Jackson is very aware of the power I hold here as well.

Lucky for him, I’m feeling very generous after the earth-shattering orgasm he gave me.

I lean forward and run my tongue from base to tip, opening my mouth wide and taking him in, wrapping my lips around him as I suck my way down and back up, feeling his legs shake with pleasure as he tries to hold himself steady. His manly scent surrounds me and sends a shot of lust barreling through me as I continue sucking and licking his delicious shaft. Giving head has never turned me on like this before, but it has never been Jackson in my mouth before.

“Oh shit, baby, your mouth feels so good.” Hearing his praise excites me more than I would have imagined.Do I have a praise kink?Leave it to Jackson to be the one to find it.

His cock hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but it doesn’t deter me from trying again. His low hisses and soft moans of pleasure spur on my movements. I want to make him feel as good as he made me and watch him lose control like I did. When he hits the back of my throat again, instead of pulling back, I swallow around his length.

“Holy fuck. That’s it. You suck me so fucking good, baby.” I look up into his eyes, which are nearly black with desire. His mouth is open slightly as he breathes heavily. With my eyes locked on his, I take him to the back of my throat again, deliberately swallowing slowly to prolong the sweet torture. He throws his head back with a loud moan and pulls himself from my mouth.

“As much as I love that mouth, I need to be inside you when I come.” If he thinks I’m going to argue that he’s crazy.

Jackson effortlessly flips me onto my stomach and pulls my hips up.

“Hands on the bed,” he commands as he reaches over and grabs a condom. One second, he has the condom wrapper open and the next, he’s slamming into me. I let out a loud moan as I deliciously stretch around him. His fingers find my clit as he strums it with expert precision, bringing me to the edge fast and hard. My hands clutch the sheets as his other hand fists my hair, the slight sting on my scalp making me moan louder. He pounds into me ruthlessly, just as desperate as I am to come. My walls begin to pulse and only a moment later, an intense orgasm rips through my body as I scream out his name. That’s all it takes for him to bellow out his own release as his cock jerks in me. His hands tighten around my hair as he continues pumping through his orgasm.

As soon as he slows, his fingers massage my scalp as though he just realized how hard he was pulling. He leans over me, arms caging me in while he presses his firm, sweaty chest against my back.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks breathlessly.

“Not at all.” The only thing I feel right now is intense pleasure from my incredible orgasm.

He kisses the back of my neck as he pulls out of me, and I fall in a heap onto the bed. His hand trails down my spine, causing goose bumps to erupt on my skin before he walks away to take care of the condom. God, what this man’s simple touch does to me.

Jackson disposes of the condom in the bathroom, coming back to the bedroom to find me in the same position as I was when he left. I hear a chuckle behind me before he flips me over and moves me up the bed. His tall body covers mine as he lazily kisses me. I return his kiss but can barely move after being fucked within an inch of my life.

“Tired, baby?” It’s odd to hear him call me that considering most of the nicknames we have for each other aren’t exactly what some would consider kind or sweet. I can’t say I hate it though.

“Mmhmm.” Forming actual words isn’t going to happen for me right now.

Jackson chuckles and rolls onto his back, pulling me over his chest.

“Let’s get some rest. We still have a whole box of condoms to go through and fucking comatose girls really isn’t my thing.”

I smack his chest. “Asshole,” I tell him, but there’s no real heat behind it. He grabs my hand, bringing it to his mouth and kisses it softly before laying it back on his hard chest.

“But I’myourasshole.”

Smiling at his words as sleep overtakes me, my last conscious thought is I’m okay with that.

I don’t know what god-awful time it is in the morning, but I have a strong feeling it’s too early for my phone to be buzzing so damn loud next to me. Jackson and I put a significant dent in the box of condoms last night. I don’t know if he slept at all. It seemed every time I stirred next to him, he was there showering my body with kisses, quickly sheathing himself and fucking me into oblivion over and over again. I don’t think I’ve ever come so many times in one night. The only complaint I have this morning is the manner in which I’m being woken up. And that I’m being woken up at all.

I reach over to the bedside table without opening my eyes, blindly searching for my phone. Just as I find it, it stops vibrating. My arm drops to the side of the bed and only a second later, I feel Jackson’s hand wander to my ass, gently kneading the soft flesh. This is a much preferable way to be woken. I sigh in pleasure as he rains kisses over my back, slowly moving his lips to my bare shoulder. Then that damn phone starts ringing again. Growling into my pillow as I reach for it, Julia’s name flashes on the screen.

“Hey, Jules,” I greet, my voice husky from lack of sleep and the number of times I screamed in pleasure last night.

“Finally,” she exaggerates as though she’s been calling me all morning. “Still not a morning person, I take it.”

“Julia, there are many things I’ve learned to accept about myself. My utter distaste for mornings being one of them. What’s going on?”

She chuckles into the phone. “I was hoping you guys had time to stop by the ranch at some point on your trip. I wasn’t sure what all the wedding festivities would involve.”

I look over at Jackson’s sleepy face. This man is sexy as fuck, even as tired as he is. Staying in bed all day with him sounds amazing, but I rarely make the trip down here, and I’d like to spend more time with Julia while we’re here.

“We can come today. I don’t have to do any wedding stuff ’til tomorrow evening. And it’ll give me a chance to tell you all about the luncheon from hell.”

Jackson gives me a wicked grin as his hand moves to my breast, and he runs his palm over my nipple. I bite my lip and give him a wide-eyed look, but he pays it no mind.

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