He shoved two fingers into my aching pussy, curling them to hit the spot only he knew how to find. I smashed my face into the cushion of the couch to muffle my gasp.
“Fuck, Kiki. You’re so damn wet and needy. Can you feel your cunt sucking my fingers in deeper?”Jackson growled, pumping his fingers in and out, the dark room filling with the sound of my juice squelching.
Within seconds, the pleasure he’d built inside me earlier, which had only slightly faded, began to build again. My hips rolled in time with his rough thrusts, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more.
“Please.”
“Please, what? Please fuck you like the slut you are? Ask me nicely.”
My jaw gritted at the amusement in his voice, and I squeezed my eyes closed, a spark of anger igniting my blood at knowing he wouldn’t give me what I wanted until I’d repeated his words.
Something I wouldn’t allow myself to do, not if I wanted to hold onto the tiniest shred of dignity I had left.
Jackson released my hands, yanking me up and turning me to face him before shoving me. I tumbled backward over the arm of the couch, and Jackson took advantage of my flailing legs as he maneuvered himself between them.
Holding himself up on his strong arms, he hovered over me, smirking.“Ask me, Kiki. Ask me to fuck you, and I mightjustdo it.”
“Fuck you,”I hissed, ignoring the loud voice telling me to do as he wanted.
Jackson chuckled, sliding down my body and lifting my nightdress over my hips. He flicked his tongue against my clit, and a surge of pleasure shot through me.
Before I could stop myself, I begged him again, dignity be damned.“Please, Jackson. I…I need to come.”
“Say it, Kiki. You know what I want to hear,”he replied, sucking my clit between his lips.
My back arched against his ministrations, and the words tumbled out before I could stop them.“Please fuck me.”
He lashed his tongue harder before pausing.“That’s not asking properly.”
My hands clenched into balls as frustration got the better of me.“Please fuck me like the filthy slut I am.”
The approving rumble in his chest vibrated against my spread legs. His teeth scraped over my clit as he added a fourth finger, curling all four digits and pressing them against my inner walls, pushing me closer to the brink.
“Think you can take my fist, Kiki?”he asked, adding his thumb.
What?!
Propping myself onto my elbows, panic raced through me as my pussy stretched around his digits. My nails dug into the material of the couch as I sank my teeth into my bottom lip to stop the groan from escaping. Burning pain mixed with pleasure dominated my entire body, my lungs begging for air from where I forgot to inhale.
“Breathe, Kiera,”Jackson instructed.“Breathe and relax. You’ve taken all my fingers before, can take my fist.”
Doing as he instructed, I sucked in several deep breaths, watching with wide eyes as he pulled his thumb and fingers out and curled them into a ball before slowly pushing his fisted hand inside me. Unable to hold myself up any longer when he began twisting his wrist, stretching me wider, I collapsed back onto the couch.
“Oh, shit,”I gasped when his knuckles pushed into my entrance.
Intense pressure built in my core, and as Jackson pulled his hand free, before gently pushing it back in again, the pain mingled with a pleasure I’d never felt before. He found a slow, steady pace, pumping his fist in and out of me, and my mouth dropped open, a silent scream lodged in my throat at how damn good it felt.
Jackson shifted his position so he could reach my clit. Flicking his tongue against me, my orgasm hit me like a bolt of lightning, my entire body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure consumed me.
My vision turned black, and for a few blissful seconds, the only thing I could focus on was how peaceful and silent my mind was as I bathed in the ecstasy of my climax. I didn’t know how long it took for my soul to return to my body, but when it did, I found Jackson hovering over me.
“Shit, Kiki. That was fucking spectacular.”
Perhaps it was my near comatose statethathad my brain confused, but for a minute, it sounded like Jackson was in complete awe, and the hint of venom whenever he usually spoke to me was absent.
But as if coming to his senses, he lifted up, and before I could comprehend what was happening, I was flipped onto my stomach, and my hips dragged back against Jackson’s solid frame. He moved my nightdress up again to trail a finger down to my ass.
“Ever been fucked here?”he growled, pressing his thumb against the tight hole. Still unable to form words, I shook my head. I’d never had anal; it wasn’t something Alec wanted to try. Thankfully. Jackson pressed harder, pain burning me.“Maybe I should fuck you here. At leastthatway I’ll get to claim one of your holes for the first time.”
