Page 116 of Puck and Prejudice

He doesn’t stop, but continues with his merciless attack, alternating between sucking and licking not only my clit, but my entire pussy. Suddenly, the room starts to spin, making me dizzy, and tingles of pleasure spread through my body.

“Oh my God!” I cry out as Jackson takes me soaring high. I feel as light as a feather, completely boneless while shaking from head to toe.

Jackson only pulls back when I relax against the mattress. My moment of reprieve doesn’t last long, though. He flips me around and drags my ass up in the air.

“What are you doing?” I turn, leaning on my forearms.

“I’m staking my claim, gorgeous.” He flattens his hand between my shoulder blades and pushes my face back on the mattress. “Now don’t move. This will be a ride.” He enters me with a hard push, sliding in with ease. “Fuck. You’re so ready for me, my sweet Izzie.”

I close my eyes and press my feverish cheek against the coolness of the bed sheet.

“Open your eyes, gorgeous. I want you to watch me fuck your tight pussy.”

I clench my walls in response. I love when Jackson is dirty and bossy. But I can’t help giving him a hard time. “Is this the best you can do?”

He narrows his eyes. “Are you sure you want me to go harder? I don’t want to hinder your ability to dance at the wedding.”

“I can take it.”

He increases his speed, pistoning in and out of me hard enough to rattle the bed. But it’s not enough. I need more.

“Punish me,” I murmur.

“What?”

“Slap my ass. I’ve been a bad girl, after all.”

His nostrils flare, and pure desire shines in his eyes. “Do you want a little bit of pain, beautiful?”

“Yes,” I reply, already breathless.

“Then beg for it.”

Tingles of pleasure run down my spine. I’m close to another orgasm. “I’m already on my knees.”

“I need you to say it,” he says amidst powerful thrusts. He hasn’t slowed down at all during our convo.

“More than anything right now. Please, Jackson.”

“I love you,” he rasps as if he’s saying it for the first time. It’s not just empty words spoken in the heat of the moment. I can feel them in my heart. But then he smacks my butt cheek, scrambling my thoughts.

The sharp pain makes every cell in my body sing, but it also brings tears to my eyes. Or maybe it isn’t the pain that’s making me misty eyed. It’s Jackson’s heartfelt declaration.

I cry out louder than before when he makes me come again. His concern about my ability to dance tomorrow is valid. I’m not sure I can even walk. He groans when he climaxes, and his fingers are definitely going to leave a mark on my ass. I can’t distinguish what’s pain and what’s pleasure. All I know is that Jackson is making me feel glorious, and I never want to let him go.

ChapterForty-Seven

IZZIE

When I wake up thanks to a pesky ringtone, I’m lying on my side, and Jackson is spooning me.

“What’s that godawful noise?” he grumbles.

“My phone.”

“Turn it off, I beg you.” He pulls me closer, pressing his morning wood against my ass.

And just like that, I’m wide awake.

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