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“On the bed.” Jackson’s voice was hoarse.
She had been hiding a beautiful physique under those boring pantsuits—luscious curves over a muscled form. She obviously worked out, but not so much that she’d lost her womanly appeal. He liked that she wasn’t shy about her body.
“Grab the headboard and don’t let go,” he ordered.
Paula looked above her head and obeyed.
“I’m going to lick and suck and kiss every inch of your skin, and you’re going to let me. Then, I’ll fuck you when I’m good and ready,” he promised.
Paula arched a brow, smiling like she knew exactly how to push his buttons. “Then you better make it worth the wait.”
His cock twitched. Oh, he liked her sass.
“Don’t let go unless you’re in pain or having second thoughts. Just say ‘stop,’ and I will.”
He started at her left foot, lifting her leg and bringing her foot to his mouth. He kissed along her leg and continued working upand up. Her arousal saturated the air as he moved closer and closer to her pussy.
He sensed her breaking her hold before he felt her hands tangling in his hair. He gave her his Dom stare, and after a few intense seconds she returned her hands to the headboard.
Good girl!
Lifting her right foot, Jackson repeated the same slow, deliberate strokes. She groaned in frustration but kept her hands firmly planted this time. Good girl. As a reward, he dragged the flat of his tongue over her pussy, pausing just long enough to meet her eyes from between her thighs. Her pupils had swallowed the blue of her irises, leaving only a rim of color around the black.
Her grip held steady, just as he’d commanded. That obedience—earned, not given—lit something fierce and satisfied inside him. He pressed a kiss just below her navel, then dipped his tongue into her bellybutton with playful intent, already imagining how far he could push her before she broke.
Paula bucked. “Quit teasing.”
He leaned in and bit the soft underside of her breast. The bite was not enough to bruise, but hard enough to make her scream.
“Don’t try to control this,” he murmured against her flushed skin. “Just feel. Just enjoy.”
She grumbled, but her hands didn’t leave the headboard. Not even that bite had shaken her grip.
He slid his hands up and caught her nipples between his fingers, twisting and squeezing. Her breath hitched and then turned into a moan that vibrated through him.
Flushed and panting, she looked torn between surrender and rebellion, and he wouldn’t have her any other way.
Apparently, she liked a little bite of pain with her pleasure. Although not a hardcore sadist like his friend Connor, Jackson did enjoy torturing pretty nipples and sweet pussies.
She flushed and moaned, and her breath came in shallow bursts. A hit of adrenaline arrowed straight to his chest. Her body obeyed him and craved him A hot, full sensation settled behind his sternum. His muscles stayed loose, but his mind lit up with sharp, focused pride. She hadn’t even realized how deep she’d fallen under.
He didn’t need a mirror to know what his face looked like—self-assured, unbothered, the kind of man who got exactly what he wanted and enjoyed every second of it.
Jackson trailed kisses down her body then pushed aside her legs. Her pussy was already glistening with wetness, and he intended to make her wetter.
Wedging his shoulders between her legs, he exposed the pink flesh of her pussy and her bud of nerves.
What would she like?
He tested by rubbing along the side of her clitoris and over the hood. Not much reaction. He coated his finger in wetness and placed it right on top of the bud. A sensual moan was his reward.
All right then.
He grinned and lowered his head, tongue flicking and circling her clit with sheer determination. When her thighs trembled, he slid two fingers into her soaked heat, then added a third, stretching her just enough to make her gasp.
It didn’t take long to find the spot that made her breath catch. The moment he curled his fingers and pressed, Paula arched clean off the mattress, a choked cry slipping past her lips as she rocked against his mouth.
God, he loved how her body gave him everything he asked for without hesitation and no filter, just raw and desperate need.
