Page 30 of Jackal

Sleepily, I answered, “Yes, just a little pinch. But it’s a good pinch.”

“Tell me if I hurt you.”

When he said that, I didn’t realize he was about to really wake me up. He rolled me onto my stomach, kicking my legs apart and gripping my hips as he filled me from behind.

I moaned into the pillow as he plowed into me at a hard, but steady pace.

“Let-me-hear-you-Lil-Bird,” he said on each thrust.

Turning my head and reaching for the edge of the mattress to hang onto, I panted and mewled, not caring who heard me. “Oh God,” I called out. I was convinced he was jamming my lungs with his cock but the angle was hitting my g-spot over and over.

Tingling heat rushed through me and pressure filled my core. One of his hands gripped my shoulder, and the other went between my legs, finding my hardened clit.

“Holy shit,” I practically squealed. The walls of my pussy tightened around him, over and over, but this was different. Even more buildup and pressure exploded from the inside out. My vision went fuzzy as he grunted behind me.

“Fuck, Lil Bird,” he said before moving his hand and pressing his chest to my back. My hips lowered to the bed, and I lay in a puddle of blissful paralyzation like a starfish. He brushed the hair off my shoulder and peppered kisses across the sensitive skin. “You taste good all over.”

“I can’t move,” I said into the pillow.

His cock slid out of me, leaving me feeling empty.

“Did you just pout?” he asked as he stood by the bed, running his fingers over my back.

“Did I?” I asked, turning my head to the side. My face was probably smushed and awkward but I couldn’t gather the energy to care.

“You made a sound, almost like a whimper. It was cute,” he said before he gave a playful smack to my ass.

“Hey!” I said, but sort of loving how that felt.

He popped my ass cheek again, then rubbed it. “You can’t have that thing in the air and expect me not to smack it.”

Smirking, I lifted my hips as much as I could in my current state of jelliness. He let out a tiny growl, then smacked it again, making me yelp. It stung a little, but it was a good sting. He made everything sting good.

“Be right back.”

Rolling on my side, I leaned up a little to enjoy the view. He was a big guy and built like a man. He had fantastically sculpted muscles but had a mass to him that younger men just didn’t have. And his ass was the most perfectly perky and rounded one I’d ever seen. And I was a doctor. I’d seen plenty of asses in school and clinicals. His was the best.

And as far as cocks went, I hit the lottery. It was still semi-hard and on full display for me as he walked back to the bed with a washcloth. He sat down next to me, moving my legs so he could wipe me down.

“No more surprises, Lil Bird.”

Pulling a pillow over my face, muffled words came out. “Why did you have to bring that up?”

He pulled the pillow away. “No hiding, either. Seriously, is there anything else you need to tell me? I won’t judge. Just want to know.”

I sat up, pulling the sheet up with me. “Yeah, I have a secret family on the other side of the country.”

His cocked brow and grimace made me think he didn’t appreciate the joke.

“No. No surprises. Honestly, I wasn’t trying to keep anything from you. It just didn’t seem important and you didn’t ask.”

“Not to sound judgmental because I promise, I’m not, but I never thought I’d have to ask a thirty year old woman. Especially one throwing herself at me.”

“You sure do love yourself,” I said, cocking my own brow.

“Look, sometimes women do throw themselves at me. But I’m not about that. I want you to know that you can trust me.”

“Aww. That’s sweet. But I don’t expect anything special from you. If shit happens, it happens.” Did I fully believe that? Jury was still out. But I went into this with one objective, and I fulfilled it.

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