either of my knees. I slowly started to open them, watching with excitement as his eyes trailed down my body. Taking his wrists in my hands, I tugged him forward until his body was pressed against mine. Wrapping my legs around his waist I grabbed ahold of his shirt and pulled his head lower. My mind was racing. Something inside of me pleaded to be touched by him.
I’d always assumed that his playboy theatrics were just a sense of entitlement. It was different knowing there was a reason. Someone had hurt him long ago. I wouldn’t never do that to a man, or anyone for that matter. His ex had strung him along like a damn pack-mule. My anger over the devotion he must have wasted on her came in a fury, shocking me. I hadn’t expected to care so much.
“Hailey,” he softly said. “I told you I wouldn’t do anything. You sure are making it damn hard though.”
“Show me,” I challenged him.
Reaching my hand in the small gap between us I slid it into his sweatpants, taking his massive member in my hand and tugging in long strokes. He groaned, his hungry eyes searching mine for permission as he wrapped his hands around my waist. Lifting me from the counter, his lips found my in a flurry of movement as he carried me to his bedroom. I wanted him, I needed to feel him inside of me.
The desire that had been building for weeks finally broke free as Jackson laid me down on the bed. With each stroke of his tongue against my body I felt the frenzy and desire pushing me forward. I’d wrapped my arms around him as he carried us to the bedroom but now, I was free against to move down his body, flipping over so that I was on top of him.
For so long I’d wanted to taste the sweetness of his lips and now I broke away from that same perfectly parted mouth to trail lower down his body. He tugged off his shirt, exposing a chiseled chest for me to explore. My core was on fire as I moved to his hips, playfully nipping at them as I tugged his pants lower. He kicked them free, his eyes never leaving mine as I wrapped my lips around the head of his shaft. He let out a low growl, driving on the inferno inside of me.
He was too large for me to take all the way down my throat. After several strokes of my mouth, Jackson pulled me away, flipping me onto the bed like I weighed nothing. There was a frantic desire in his eyes as he stripped off my bottoms. Burying his face between my legs I felt his hot tongue dart into my body. My fingers flew to his hair as I sucked in a sharp breath. He worked with skilled precision, flicking at my clit until I was sure I was going to explode.
Just as the first waves of ecstasy started to show, Jackson stopped his delicious assault on my core. I begged him breathlessly for more as my eyes flew open. He was positioned over me like a golden god. I trembled with anticipation as the head of his shaft pressed against my dripping entrance. He moved a little lower, the head opening me slowly. With every movement, Jackson watched me until the length of his cock was buried deep in my body.
It felt like it might split me at first, my body struggling to adjust to its girth as I wiggled. The delicious mixture of pleasure and pain coursing through me as he ran his hands up my taught stomach to the sports bra. In my frenzy to be with him, I’d forgotten all about it. I couldn’t help but moan when he shifted, his breath catching in his throat as he moved over top of me.
Tangling my fingers through his hair I pulled him closer, wrapping my legs again around his body as he slowly found a rhythm. My body tingled at every nerve ending until I couldn’t tell where his body started and mine stopped. The slow movements picked up, his thrusts becoming deeper, pushing my need for climax to a peak as I begged him for more. His shaft grew rigid as he breathlessly whispered my name.
I couldn’t take anymore as the orgasm crashed over us. With each thrust his seed shot into my waiting core until I screamed out his name. A crescendo