Page 43 of Jackson

“Mmm, right…” He gasped. “There.”

I smiled, stroking along the gland a few times until his body was rocking itself to work my fingers deeper as I added a third. He was a damn natural, taking in the intrusion and bearing down just enough to get his body used to it again.

I couldn’t wait to sink inside of him, let him ride me until he came all over the both of us.

“Jax,” he murmured.

I slipped my fingers out of his hole, and he clenched around the emptiness a few times with a whine. I grabbed one of his legs and hooked it around me, pulling him closer toward my lap. Slathering more aloe over my cock, I fisted my hand around the head and gave myself a quick few strokes to coat myself.

The head of my cock pressed against his entrance, rubbing along that tight rim until he opened up to me again, begging me to slide in again.

“Ready?”

He nodded wordlessly.

Grabbing onto his other leg, I pushed it down against his chest and held it there while I breached him. He squirmed under me, his nails digging into my arm to hold on while I slowly worked myself into his tight little hole.

Fuck, it was like a damn vice grip, trying to milk me of my cum before I could even get halfway inside of him. I could see how he’d make the perfect little sex doll, being so good for me and letting me do whatever I wanted to him.

Ayen’s body jolted again when I rolled my hips, nailing him right in that sweet spot of his that had him choking out a soft ‘please’ to me.

Jesus, he was going to actually be the death of me.

I started us slow, moving in shallow thrusts until I felt his body open up to me. It didn’t take long, his hole greedy and needing to be pounded into like the good little sub he was meant to be.

I kept my hold on his hip firm as I began to pull almost all the way out of him and then slam back inside until my hips were pressed flush against his ass. The soft clapping sounds of our skin making contact with each other was drowned out by the creek next to us, barely heard even as Ayen’s body rippled from how hard I was slamming into him.

His moans were loud and so slutty sounding that I had to reach over and grab his chin to force him to look at me as he continued. I needed those sounds directed completely at me. His pupils were blown out, completely lost in the lust of our bodies finally coming together after beating around the bush for so long.

“Fuck,” I gritted through my teeth. I wasn’t going to last long, not at this rate. He was too much of a turn-on for me to hold back.

Ayen’s mouth dropped open while he rapidly pulled in lungfuls of air. I adjusted my hips just enough inside of him to nail his sweet spot with each pass of my cock head.

A few tears leaked from his eyes as he stared at me, so damn gone and lost to the pleasure that was no doubt racking his body.

He painted me the pretty goddamn picture of himself that I was going to burn into my memories for as long as I walked this Earth.

He bared down on me, clenching tight. “J… Jax…”

“Come, baby,” I demanded. “You be a good boy and come so that I can fill you up.”

His eyes squeezed shut while his body tensed. Without even having to reach down between us and touch him, his cock began to pump out thick squirts of cum, coating his stomach entirely with it.

I held him down when he began to squirm again, overwhelmed with the pleasure, keeping him pinned while I worked my cock in him as deeply as I could. The caveman part of my brain was taking over, driving me into fucking him hard and fast.

He cried out, his nails digging into my skin again, causing my hips to stutter. My entire body tensed up as I exploded inside of him. Cum poured out of me in what felt like wave after wave, coating him from the inside out as I continued to try and thrust myself inside of him.

Some of my spend leaked out between us, dripping down onto my jacket and causing a sticky mess when I finally slowed and fit my hips against his ass, grinding down to get myself nice and seated.

Ayen collapsed back against the ground, blinking a few times with a dazed look on his face. He was still panting, his skin slicked in a fine layer of sweat that I gave in to my desires and licked a trail up from his stomach to his cheek. He tasted fantastic—just as I thought he would.

A small smile played on his lips, despite his tired and worn out expression.

I kissed along his jaw and up to his mouth, brushing back some sweat-slicked hair from his face.

“Mmm…” He turned to press his cheek against my hand, his words slurred as he said, “That was good…”

Pride swelled in my chest. “Good.”

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