Page 70 of Jacked and Jaded

“Oh, God, Jackson!” She fell back on the bed, her free hand slapping the mattress and bunching up the sheets. Her other hand continued to hold him to her pussy as she slowly worked herself down. When she’d finally gotten the last drop of her release, her legs fell open wide and she released his head.

Jackson laughed as he crawled up her body. “Who would have thought you’d be such a wild cat in bed. And so demanding.” He growled and kissed her with her own juices still wet on his face. “I like it.”

“Mmm. You would. You’re just as bad.” She peeked at him through partially opened eyes and rolled her wet pussy against his cock.

His eyes narrowed. If that’s the way she wanted to play it, he was completely down with that. He pulled his hips back until he could feel the head bumping against her entrance. He watched her face as he thrust hard and deep, seating himself to his balls. Her eyes flew wide and her mouth opened on a silent gasp. Her legs curled up his sides and locked behind his thighs. He didn’t give her long to adjust, he didn’t need to, the woman was completely wet. The slide in was smooth and quick.

Jackson set up a steady rhythm, the feel of her pussy pulsing all around him already feeding the flames of his own desire. He wasn’t sure how long he could hold out, especially after the way she’d worked him with her mouth. She’d gotten him so worked up, he could barely control himself. “You like it slow and sweet?” He pulled out slow and pushed back equally slow.

“Mmm. I can feel everywhere the ridge of your cock touches me.”

“Or do you like it hard and fast?” He thrust his hips unmercifully, over and over, making sure the base of his cock hit her clit with each time.

“Oh God, yes. That feels good, too!”

“I was going to give you a choice but the way your pussy keeps milking my cock, it’s gonna have to be hard and fast. And I want to hear you scream my name when you come. You hear, baby?” Jackson’s hips went back to hammering her into the mattress. Over and over.

Calliope wrapped her arms around his back, holding his chest tight to her own. Her breathing quickened and her legs tightened around him. She was so close. If she didn’t come in the next few strokes, he might not be able to hold out much longer than that.

She threw her head back and screamed his name as her orgasm barreled through her like thunder. “Jackson! Yes! Yes! Jackson!”

“That’s it, baby. Shout the rafters down.” He lost all control at the feel of her coming, his hips jerking wildly with his own release now. “Oh God, Calliope! Fuck, you feel so good!” He reared his head back and shouted to the ceiling. His breaths were coming in quick, shallow breaths as he buried his face in her neck. He came so hard, he didn’t think he could move. He didn’t want to move. If he could stay buried in her pussy all day, every day, he’d be a happy man.

“Oh my God. I think I saw stars,” Calliope mumbled into his shoulder.

His shoulders jerked with his laughter. His woman was a nut. He raised his head so he could see her face. He watched as his hand smoothed strands of hair from her face, and the way it moved over her smooth, soft cheek. He was mesmerized by all things Calliope. “Fuck me. Wasted three years. Could’ve been having this in my bed all this time.”

“Jackson.” Calliope’s voice was soft but full of meaning.

Pinning her gaze with his own, he spoke from the heart. “I love you, Calliope. With my whole heart. For the rest of my life.”

“I love you, too, Jackson,” she whispered back, her throat sounding clogged with tears.

“Marry me. Be my old lady.” He’d been thinking of asking her since the day he brought her home from the hospital, having made up his mind that she was going to be his. He hadn’t, however, afraid he’d scare off. It was a close call when she found out about Zoey being Ryker’s mom.

“Are you serious?” Her eyes searched his, wondering if he really meant it.

“I’m dead serious. I’m not a stupid man. Well, most of the time. Once I got my head out of my ass and realized what a rare find you are, I don’t want to waste time. I want to make it official. I want to have more kids. I want to make you scream my name while I’m fucking you for the next fifty or more years.”

“You want to fuck me when you’re seventy?” Her look was skeptical.

“As long as I can get it up, I’ll want to fuck you.” He leaned down and touch his lips to hers. “Besides, word has it they have pecker pills to help with that now.”

“Pecker pills?” She strangled laugh, had him laughing along with her.

“Yeah, you know, to help your pecker get hard.” She knew exactly what he was talking about and was messing with him. And he loved it. He loved everything about her. He frowned, just realizing she never answered him. “So what’ll it be? You up to being my old lady?”

“Yes. I’ll be your old lady.” Her hand absently traveled up and down his back.

“Perfect.” He stretched an arm to his nightstand next to the bed and dug around. He pulled out a bottle of lube and tossed it over his shoulder.

“Oh, is this where you fuck my ass now?” He laughed outright at that. He’d been threatening to take her ass for a couple of weeks now. She pretended not to be interested in it, but every time he got his finger or thumb in there, she detonated. So, yeah, that might be happening next.

“Maybe. Probably.” She pinched his ass while he was still stretched out. “Ow! You little shit. You’re definitely getting that ass fucked now.” It would be more of a threat if he knew she didn’t want to do it.

He finally found what he was looking for and moved back to where he was resting between her legs. “Close your eyes.” She hesitated for a moment. “Close ’em.”

She closed her eyes after staring at him as if she could pull from his mind what he was up to. “Now what? I don’t think I’m in the right position for you to fuck my ass.”

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