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Jackson’s eyes are locked onto me, his pupils turquoise with lust.

“Fuck, Ivy. Look at you.” His fingers tighten on my hips. “It’s like you were made for me.”

I move faster.

His cock hitting deeper.

He groans, his jaw clenched. “That’s it, baby. Ride me. Fucking take me.”

My head falls forward, my breath ragged.

He slides a hand between us, finding my clit, circling it with slow, smooth strokes.

I cry out, my body clenching around him, pleasure coiling tighter.

Jackson’s other hand fists in my hair, tilting my head back so I’m looking right at him.

“Come for me, Ivy. I want to see it. I want to feel it.”

Pleasure crashes through me, stealing my breath, my moans mixing with his groans as he thrusts up into me, chasing his own release.

And when he follows me over the edge?

It’s with my name on his lips.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

JACKSON

I barely give her a second to catch her breath.

The moment I feel her come apart around me, clenching tight, shaking, gasping my name— I snap.

I flip her onto her back, pinning her beneath me, wrists still bound above her head.

Her eyes widen, still glazed over from the orgasm I just ripped from her.

I growl low in my throat, dragging my cock along her soaked folds, teasing her entrance.

“I’m not done with you, baby.”

Her breath hitches. “Yeah? What do you want?”

“I want you again. Like this. I want to watch your tits bounce this time while I fuck you.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It’s not nice. It’s naughty, actually. Tell me you want it again.”

“I want it again. So bad.”

Her body arches, begging for more.

And fuck, do I give it to her.

I slam into her with one deep thrust, burying myself to the hilt.

She screams my name, her legs wrapping tight around me, heels digging into my lower back.

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