Without wasting any time, I grip her thighs and lift her up, pressing her against the tree as she wraps her legs around my hips and digs her fingers into my shoulders. I look directly into her lust-filled eyes as I slam my cock inside her greedy little cunt.
Sage sucks in a breath and bites her lips to contain her scream. She comes as soon as I hit the end of her. I growl and hold myself deep inside of her, feeling her orgasm from the inside out, wave after wave of ecstasy rippling from her core and dripping down my aching dick.
She buries her head into the side of my neck, panting and shaking and whimpering my name. It’s more than I can take. I pull out of her pulsing, tight little pussy and push back inside, fucking her roughly, just like we both need.
“Jackson… Oh fuck, Jackson… I-I-I’m…”
Holy shit, is she…
The goddess in my arms tangles her fingers in my hair and rips my head up, the sting shooting straight bliss to my cock, making it swell up and stretch her out even more. Sage rests her sweaty forehead on mine, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. Pained whimpers and grunts leave her mouth with each brutal thrust I’m giving her.
“Come for me, baby,” I growl.
My words unlock her orgasm, and Jesus, she comes so hard, shaking and sobbing out her release as her arms and legs squeeze me tightly. I grip her ass in both hands, holding her to me as I grind against her cunt and clit, keeping her right there, forcing her to feel it, feel me, feel every ounce of pleasure I’m giving her.
My balls are heavy with my pent-up orgasm, my dick throbbing and angry as fuck. But I want more. So much more. And I know exactly how I want it.
I set Sage down, her legs trembling much like the rest of her. She tilts her head up, peering at me through the fog of bliss surrounding her. I kiss her forehead, nose, and lips, allowing her to catch her breath.
And then I spin her around, pushing her forward so she has to brace herself with her hands on the tree. I flip the skirt of her dress up and grip her cheeks, spreading her open for me so I can sink into her tight, wet little hole. With a feral roar, I snap my hips against her ass, stuffing her full of my thickness.
“S-s-so d-d-deep,” Sage stutters out on a moan, her pussy contracting around me over and over.
I’m reduced to grunts and growls, tipping my head back and bouncing her off my dick. Every muscle in my body tenses, and my balls draw up tight, my orgasm crawling down my spine and stealing the air from my lungs.
Sliding one arm beneath Sage’s hips, I hold her still as I piston in and out of her. She claws at the tree, then balls her hand up in a fist and pounds it against the wood as she succumbs to a final, vicious orgasm.
I slide my hand further down her body, rubbing her clit in furious circles as my other hand grabs a fistful of her strawberry blonde hair. She soaks my shaft with her cum and shudders in my arms. I bury my face between her neck and shoulder, breathing her in, feeling her shiver and pulse around me as I finally let go.
My orgasm barrels through me, clutching my muscles and making me shake uncontrollably as I come harder than I ever have. I shoot my release deep inside her still-throbbing core, each rope of cum forcing its way out in blissful, torturous waves.
It lasts forever, and yet it will never be enough. I know I’ll want this woman wrapped around me as often as possible, chasing our pleasure and taking each other to heights unknown.
We both groan as I reluctantly pull out of her. My girl sags against the tree, using it for support. I hastily clean myself up with Sage’s discarded panties, getting my pants zipped up and my belt on before turning back to Sage. She’s still slumped over, seemingly unable to move. I smirk, knowing I gave her so many orgasms she can barely function.
I gently clean her up as well, righting her dress and placing a kiss on the side of her neck before gathering her limp body into my arms and holding her close. Sage sighs and snuggles into my chest, bringing me more joy and contentment than I’ve ever known.
“My mom and aunt are going to love you,” I tell her once we’ve somewhat recovered. I had hoped my statement would make her smile, but to my horror, tears well up in her eyes. “Sage? What’s wrong? Did I say something to upset you?”
She shakes her head no as the first tear falls. “I’ve just… I’ve been alone for so long,” Sage whispers. My heart aches for her and everything she’s been through. “It’s hard to believe people want to meet me and welcome me into their family, you know?”
“Sweet girl,” I murmur before kissing away her tears. “You have no idea how loved you are.” Sage gasps, her eyes snapping up to mine when she hears my declaration. I don’t back down. In fact, I want to make myself as clear as possible. “That’s right, Sage,” I continue in a gentle voice, cupping her cheek in my hand. “I love you. I’m not expecting you to say anything back, I just need you to know where I’m at. I love you, Sage Makenzie.”
My beautiful Sage blinks in disbelief, then buries her head in my chest. I wrap my arms around her and rock her back and forth, holding all of her broken pieces together. This should be a purely perfect moment, but in the back of my mind, I know I need to tell the truth about me not being her bodyguard. In all honesty, I’ve been wondering where her real bodyguard is. The guy must be terrible if he can’t even find his client.
“Thank you,” Sage whispers. I kiss the top of her head and soak in this time with her.We’ll talk soon, I promise myself. I just hope she can forgive me for starting our relationship on a lie.
9
SAGE
Irefill my coffee and sit down to put the finishing touches on Mr. Daniel’s website. We finally agreed on a color scheme and a static front page, which should be easy enough to get done in the next few hours.
Jackson left for work several hours ago, and I miss him already. After our walk around Clearwater Lake yesterday, I haven’t been able to keep the smile off my face. I swear my cheeks are going to cramp from smiling so much.
He said he loves me. Jackson Bennett, the sexiest, kindest, most thoughtful man I’ve ever met, lovesme. He wants me to meet his family. I’m still in shock, but I’m slowly getting used to the idea of being part of a real family.
Warmth blooms in my chest just picturing Jackson and me sitting around the table with his mom and aunt. He’s told me so many stories about them, I feel like we’re all good friends already. We’ll have lasagna on Sundays, just like Jackson remembers from his childhood, and spend holidays together.
