“Are you coming?”
Valerie’s question startles me out of my building orgasm.
“What?”
“Are you coming up to the suite? I’m waiting,” she says impatiently.
“Yeah, I’ll be up soon.”
Valerie sighs, and I can picture her rolling her eyes, but she doesn’t say anything else. She hangs up, and I toss my phone aside.
Jackson grins up at me, and I suck in a sharp breath. He looks so damn hot with my juices covering his lips and chin. His green eyes are dark, and I almost come from the heat in them.
“Do you need to go?” he asks, pushing a thick finger inside me.
“Oh!” My eyes roll back in my head, and I arch my hips to take his finger deeper.
“Fern? Do you need to go?” he asks again.
I shake my head. “Make me come. Please,” I beg.
With a growl, he sets out to do just that. His lips find my clit, and he sucks the little pearl into his mouth. My legs snap shutaround his head, and I reach down, tangling my fingers in his hair and holding him to me as he licks, sucks, and devours me.
“Jackson, I… Oh, God!” I cry out as I come.
He groans, his mouth never leaving my soaked skin as he licks me through my orgasm. I collapse with a sigh against the bed.
He kisses my inner thighs, then prowls up my body. I spread my thighs in invitation, hooking my heels behind his back as his cock lines up with my opening.
“It’s going to be quick,” he warns me.
I nod eagerly, clinging to him as he thrusts into me. We both cry out as he sinks fully inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders, and I hold on tight as he pounds into me. I can tell he’s close to his own release. It’s such a turn-on that him going down gets him so hot. He loves my body and all my curves.
Jackson’s eyes lock onto my boobs as they jiggle and shake with his harsh thrusts.
“You want to play with them?” I moan.
He closes his eyes. “Fuck yes.”
“You want to fuck them?”
He curses. “Shit, Fern. You’re going to make me bust already. No more talking from you right now.”
“Really? I like saying dirty things to you,” I admit, feeling bold and sexy.
“Fuck, you have me wrapped around your finger, don’t you?” he rasps, his pace growing rougher as he loses control. “And you know it too, huh?”
“Roll over,” I order.
He grits his teeth as he does as I ask. Being in control of this big, scarred warrior has me feeling more powerful than I ever have in my life.
Jackson takes me with him as he rolls, and I moan as I straddle his hips, riding him. His hands find my tits, and hemolds the soft mounds in his palms. He pinches my nipples as I grind down on him harder and faster.
“So damn hot,” he groans. “Fuck, Fern. You’re perfect.”
I brace my hands on his chest as I bounce on his cock. His eyes darken, and I know he’s close. I want to watch him when he goes off. I want to see his face when he goes over the edge.
It doesn’t take long for me to get my wish. A few more twists of my hips, and Jackson is groaning my name as he comes deep inside me.
