Page 86 of Beneath the Hood

My legs wrap around his hips, holding him close, worried he’ll second-guess what we’re doing. That he’ll stop because it’s clear I’m in pain.

After a few minutes, the agony eases into a tolerable throb. He must sense the shift in my body because he slowly starts to move, dragging his hips back, his cock rubbing against my walls as he thrusts in a slow and steady rhythm.

There’s a slight sting that remains, but I can tell that he’s holding himself back.

I don’t want him to.

Lifting my head, my lips ghost across his neck. “Jackson...fuckme.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby,” he grits out.

“You won’t.” My hand reaches between us, my fingers brushing against his balls. “I want to feel you come.”

His entire body jerks and he plunges in deep, making me lose my breath. Pleasure curls around the edge of the discomfort, and I give into the sensation, losing myself in the moment, my chest swelling with emotion as I give myself to the first person who’s ever seen me forme.

Heat simmers low in my abdomen. My hand moves down to rub my still-sensitive clit, my fingers skimming the sides of his dick as it moves inside of me.

I want to know what it feels like to orgasm around his cock. I wonder if it’s evenpossiblethrough the ache of being stretched until it burns.

His eyes lock on to where I’m touching myself and he rears back, gripping under my calves and sliding down to my ankles, raising my legs until they’re spread wide in the air.

I whimper, the new position making him hit impossibly deeper.

“Where do you want my cum, princess?Fuck, you feel good.” His words come out sharp, in time with his thrusts, and his dirty mouth is gasoline to the fire that’s growing inside of me.

I increase the pressure of my fingers. “Don’t stop talking,” I breathe.

His chest glistens from the sheen of sweat that coats his body, his abs tensing with every slap of our groins. My body jostles on the bed, my fingers rubbing furiously back and forth.

“Are you gonna make that pussy milk it out of me, Blake? Do you think you can?”

His words are a challenge and I take it to heart, pressing my hand down hard and rubbing in sharp circles, the bundle of nerves swelling with tension from every pass of my fingers.

He drops my legs, his body coming down on top of mine until his slick chest rubs against my nipples, his necklace cold against the flush of my body.

My arm is mashed between us and his body weight lends an increased pressure that has my insides coiling so tight my legs shake.

“Do you want to feel me come inside you?” he whispers against my ear.

Goose bumps sprout along my overheated skin.

“Want me to shoot so deep, you can never get me out?”

My stomach tenses. “God,yes. Put your cum in me,” I plead.

Jackson’s hips falter as he buries himself to the hilt inside of me. I can feel his cock pushing against my walls rhythmically as he comes, and the feeling catapults me off the cliff of ecstasy.

My body seizes, thousands of stars dotting my vision as I explode around him, the pain of tender skin giving way to an electric pleasure that sparks off my skin like lightning, crashing through the air around me.

My breaths come in pants, my forehead slick with sweat as I slowly float back to earth. Jackson is pressing soft kisses all over my neck, his body trembling as he lays against me.

And I feel... relaxed.

Happy.

Whole.

An hour later we’re still lounging in bed, only having left when Jackson grabbed a towel to clean me up and then forced me to use the restroom, saying if I don’t pee after sex I’ll get an infection.

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