“So full…but good. It doesn’t hurt much anymore.”
“Can I move?” Jackson grits out, the restraint slipping from him each second he’s not moving inside of me.
I nod my approval.
“Need you to tell me what you want, Sage.”
“I want you to move.Fuckme, Jackson.”
“Jesus Christ,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting into me again.
We both groan when he hits home over and over. I love feeling the thick veins in his cock sliding against the walls of my pussy as he moves in and out of me.
“So goddamn tight, Jesus, you feel so good, Sage.”
“You… too…” I manage to say in between thrusts. I wrap my arms around his back and grip the taut muscles there, clinging to him while he picks up speed.
Jackson twists his hips slightly, changing up the angle. He hits that spot inside of me with his dick, making my whole body jerk in his arms.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
“Y-yes…” I moan.
I dig my nails into his back to spur him on. Jackson crashes his mouth down on mine as our bodies come together, again and again, flesh meeting flesh, pleasure meeting pleasure. I squeeze my legs around him and clench my pussy to get him deeper inside of me.
Jackson thrusts into me harder, faster, each stroke of his dick pushing me closer, closer, hitting that spot over and over, once, twice, again, again,fuck, one more time, please, please, I need it, my body trembling and aching for more.
He slams into me one last time, and I scream, shattering around him. My pussy clamps down on his thick cock as all my muscles tighten and then unwind, the orgasm rolling through me in explosive waves.
“That’s it, baby, that’s so fucking it, come for me again, Sage.”
I shake my head, unable to imagine myself doing that again. Jackson, however, just smirks and winks. His confidence gives me confidence, and suddenly, I want whatever he’s willing to give me. Jackson leans back and sits on his heels, grabbing my hips and fucking himself with my body. The angle is different, deeper, hitting new places that make me shake and moan uncontrollably.
“Oh, God, Jackson. This is…”
I gasp and cry out as his fingers blur over my clit. With one pinch, he has me twisting in his arms, but he won’t let me escape the onslaught of sensations as my orgasm claws at me and rips me apart from the inside out. I thrash and scream as Jackson continues to fuck me through it.
“Look at us, Sage,” he demands, his voice gravelly and desperate. “Look how your pussy stretches and takes my big cock like a good girl. You’re incredible.Fuck!”
I open my eyes as my orgasm fades and see him sink into me again and again. It’s dirty and hot as hell. His movements become jerky, and I feel his dick swell up, growing impossibly larger. He’s throbbing and thrusting and working me up into another orgasm, both of us sweating and shaking.
Then he pulls himself out and strokes himself once before spraying his cum all over my tits and stomach.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sage,” he groans. “Mine, fuckingmine.”
The next second, Jackson is kneeling in between my legs, licking my swollen pussy as he rubs his cum into my skin. The feeling of his hot seed cooling against my skin, his tongue dipping into my entrance, his teeth scraping against my clit, hasme bowing my back off the bed and climaxing so hard I can’t breathe.
Barely giving me any time to recover, Jackson flips me on my stomach and plunges his already hard cock inside of me. Cum coats my thighs as my cunt snaps around his huge dick. He pounds into me mercilessly, making obscene noises as he fucks me into yet another blinding orgasm, sobbing my release. This time, I take him with me over the edge. I feel him shoot his load deep inside of me, rope after rope, until he is spent.
I must have passed out there for a second because when I open my eyes, Jackson has me wrapped up in his arms, and he's pressing soft kisses over my face and neck.
“Are you okay?” he sounds panicked, almost.
“What?” I ask in total confusion. “Jackson, that…I don’t even know how to describe it. I didn’t know I could feel so… blissful.”
His hands come up to cradle my face as he searches my eyes for truth. When he's satisfied with what he sees, Jackson closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine, breathing in deeply.
“Sage. My precious Sage,” he whispers more to himself than to me. “You’re perfect, you know that? So perfect.”
