Page 49 of Jacked and Jaded

A hiss escaped his chest at the feel of her warm tongue swirling at the tip, getting any remaining juice he’d left behind. She then tipped her head forward and took him in her mouth. He watched as it disappeared a little at a time. Seeing it wet from her mouth as he pulled back slowly made his breathing get shallow. He continued to hold his dick down with one finger as he flexed his hips forward, then retreated. The sight was spell binding. His eyes flicked up to see how she was doing and his heart stopped. He could see she was as turned on as he was and he could also see the love she felt for him shining in her half-lidded eyes. How had he gotten so lucky?

“Fuck, baby. Seeing you taking my dick and loving it is such a turn on. I could come right now down your throat, but I want to come in your pussy instead.” He pulled out and moved back down the bed, so that he had his face level with her wet pussy. “You must really like sucking my cock because your pussy’s so wet, I could put my dick in you right now and you’d be ready for me.”

“Yes. Do that. I don’t need any foreplay. I’m so horny, it hurts. Fuck me, Jackson.” Calliope was all but writhing on the bed. He watched her hands cup her tits, then pinch her nipples. Yep. His girl needed his cock.

He popped to his knees, lined up his cock and eased inside. He didn’t work himself up to it, he just entered her pussy and kept on going. One easy slide. He rested his weight on his hands on either side of her head and gritted his teeth when he felt her clench her pussy around him. “Baby, you can’t do that or you won’t get yours.”

“Yes, I will. You just have to move.”

Jackson leaned down and kissed her. There was so much fire, so much heat in the kiss, he didn’t understand how either of them didn’t go up in flames. He pulled away and began moving his hips, slow at first, then building with speed. Holy Mary, mother of God, her pussy was like coming home. He’d never, ever had such amazing sex in his life. He thought it had everything to do with the fact that he loved her and wanted nothing more than to make her happy in all ways. One of which entailed orgasms that would curl her toes.

“Fuck me harder, Jackson.” She panted. She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him down until his face was buried in her neck.

Jackson did as she commanded. He fucked her harder, and faster until he could feel her pussy begin to milk his cock. It wouldn’t take much longer to get her to come for him.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Just like that. God, I love your hard cock. Make me come, baby.” Calliope’s hips were raising to meet his every thrust, building his climax higher and higher. This one promised to blow his mind.

“Daddy?”

“Fuck me.” The sound of his son’s voice coming through the door was an unwelcome distraction at the worst possible time. He continued to hammer away at Calliope. No way was he stopping now unless his son was in imminent danger.

“Ignore him, maybe he’ll go away,” Calliope offered almost frantically.

“Daddy? I want a snack.”

Shit. “Okay. I’ll be out in a minute. Go back to your movie.” Jackson tossed over his shoulder, never missing a beat. In fact, his son’s interruption made him even more determined to get them both to orgasm before either one lost it. He kept an ear toward the door and was relieved to hear his son heading back down the hall toward the living room. “That’s it, baby. We gotta wind this up or he’ll be back.”

Jackson slipped a hand between them and worked her clit as he continued to pound her into the mattress. That was all it took to set Calliope off. She didn’t scream his name this time, for which he was grateful. Instead, she clenched her eyes and jaws tight, thrashing her head from side to side as she rode out the storm he’d set off inside her. Happy that he’d gotten her there, he let himself go and came with an intensity that should have crossed his eyes. He buried his face against her neck and bit down, trying to keep from growling out loud. His hips continued to rock several more times after he came, the feeling so fucking good he never wanted to pull out. Finally, he had to stop. His son would be back anytime.

“Oh my God, Jackson, I think I saw stars.” She groaned in satisfaction, wrapping her arms and legs around him, holding him tight. He started to pull out, but she stopped him by tightening her grip. “No. Not yet. You feel so good. I wish we had time to do it again.” She turned her head to kiss the side of his face. “Nothing feels as good as when you’re buried inside me. You have no idea how good it feels.”

“Oh, I have a pretty good idea.” He raised his head, one side of his mouth kicked up in a smile.

“Daddy! I want a snack!” Ryker was back at the door. This time he didn’t sound very happy. Apparently, he was tired of waiting and he was letting them know it.

“I’m coming!” he yelled over his shoulder. He turned back to find Calliope silently laughing at him. He shook his head. “What can I say? I love that kid to death, but he’s turning out to be quite the cock blocker.” Calliope couldn’t hold the laughter inside any more. As she laughed, her pussy clenched tighter on his dick. He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. “Baby, you can’t do that when I’m getting ready to pull out. I’ll never be able to leave.” He kissed her forehead and slowly pulled out of her warm, wet depths.

“Daddy!”

Jackson sat on the side of the bed and looked over his shoulder. The sight of a well and truly fucked Calliope, her hair all wild around her head, a satisfied smile on her face and those half closed bedroom eyes was almost his undoing. “He’s not going away until I get his snack.” He leaned down and kissed her swollen lips. “Take your time getting dressed.”

He got up and pulled his clothes back on, minus the wet shirt. He pulled a clean, dry one out of his dresser and left the room. His son was waiting a few feet from his door, the world’s biggest frown on his face.

“What took you so wong? I’m hungwy.”

“Well, bud,” Jackson laid his hand at the back of Ryker’s head and directed him back toward the living room. “I was taking care of something.”

“What?”

“Something that needed my undivided attention.” The sound of Calliope giggling on the other side of the door was like music to his ears. He’d never get tired of hearing it. In the kitchen, he asked Ryker what he wanted to eat. He checked the fridge first. “We’ve got grapes, cheese sticks and,” he looked to the fruit bowl on the counter, “apples.”

“I want cookies,” Ryker informed him.

“That wasn’t one of your options.” Ryker pulled his head out of the refrigerator and turned to his son.

“But I want cookies.” Ryker crossed his arms across his little chest and frowned so that his dad knew he wasn’t happy.

“Well, you’re not getting cookies right now. We’re going to a carnival later and you’ll be eating plenty of junk there. So you need to choose something else now.” Ryker continued to stare at his dad like it was going to change Jackson’s mind. Little did the kid know, the more Ryker dug his heels in, the more Jackson would do the same. And the bitch of it was, Jackson was bigger and would get his way. He was the dad and some things would never change. He raised his brow and cocked his head. “Choose.”

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