Page 13 of Jackson's Redemption
I expected his cock. I got his tongue instead.
“Ahhh.” I couldn’t stop the sounds that came out of my mouth. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced. He was thrusting his tongue deep inside my slit, his nose pressed up against my core, like he wanted to bury his entire face inside me. Then he licked up my seam and his tongue danced over my clit until I couldn’t help but twist my hips to get more of him.
“Stay still.”
“I can’t,” I muttered nearly ready to faint the pleasure was so intense.
He had to hold my hips then to keep me in position for him. For his tongue that both worshiped and owned me at the same time.
When the orgasm hit, my back arched, and my arms stretched out, which pulled me away from his mouth. His hands gripped my hips harder then pulled me back toward him. I had no chance to recover before his cock was deep inside me.
“Ahh!”
So deep it felt like he’d speared my entire body. He was big, and it did hurt but it also felt so good I wanted to cry.
That’s when I realized I was crying.
“Please, please,” I panted.
“I fucking love listening to you beg for it,” he said even as he started to thrust in and out of my body. Nearly leaving me each time before he used all his power to push back in.
Then suddenly he was gone, and I gasped at the sense of loss.
“I want the words, Kate,” he said. “You want my cock, give me the words.”
“Please, Jackson.” I was practically whimpering. “I need more.”
“Tell me.”
“Please fuck me. I’m begging you, please fuck me so hard. I need to forget.”
He wrapped his arm around my waist and hauled me up so that my back was now against his furred chest. His fingers played with my hard nipples, pinching and pulling them even as he used his other hand to position his dick against my entrance. Then he was deep inside me, so hard I screamed. Again.
I could hear his grunting in my ear. Feel the power of his arms that were holding me in place for his fucking. I was lost in all the sensations of sex, but also wrapped in this bubble of peace.
“Yes, yes, you’re so fucking big and hard,” I rambled. Not knowing where the words came from. Never needing to talk during sex before. “Give me your cock, give it to me. Harder. I fucking love it. Don’t stop.”
And he didn’t. His heavy thighs slapped against mine. His dick slammed into me, but I needed some stimulation on my clit. I dropped the hand I had wrapped around the back of his head down to my pussy, ready to bring myself to orgasm.
“No,” he growled in my ear. “You don’t fucking touch yourself. I’ll get you off. Only me.”
He moved me then, as if I wasn’t nearly five-nine and toned muscle, and laid me flat out, face-down on the bed. He pushed my legs closed with his heavy thighs on either side of mine, which made his cock, still lodged inside me, feel even bigger.
“I can’t…” I said, thinking that if he started to move inside me it would be too much. Too intense.
“You will.”
He started slapping his hips into mine and again I was pushed into a place filled with nothing but physical pleasure. He fucked me into the bed, my clit rubbing against the blanket. The orgasm built so fast it hit me like a wave I hadn’t seen coming. I tumbled over and screamed his name and felt the speed of his thrusts increasing.
Then he was grunting, and I knew that was his coming grunt. So different from his other grunts and yet so fucking hot.
For a second, I bore all of his weight and it was delicious. He was heavy and hard all over his body and I wanted to be crushed like this forever. Nothing could get to me while I was trapped under Jackson’s massive body.
Eventually, I could feel him pull away, but I was already half asleep when he did. I mumbled something then felt the blanket being tucked around me.
“Jackson,” I said. Asking him to join me, I thought. But there was no response and I couldn’t fight off sleep another moment.
The best part was I couldn’t think about anything.
