Page 59 of Jackson's Redemption
“Okay.”
He nodded. Then he reached down, took my hand and led me to my front door and my possible doom.
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Jackson
She was on the bed in front of me. Naked. Her weight was on her knees and forearms. Her face was pushed into the pillow because that’s where I had shoved her before telling her to tip up her ass toward me.
I had brought her to the point of orgasm with my tongue but then I had pulled away to ask her.
“My tongue or my cock?”
“God, Jackson. Your cock. Please!”
I rolled on the condom I had ripped open with my teeth and now all I needed to do was take what was mine. Pound away at her until all my pain was gone, replaced by languid, sexual pleasure.
My hands gripped her hips. My fingers ran over the scar on her back where the branch had pierced her body. How long had it been? Almost two months, now, since I had almost lost her. Was she even ready to take cock?
“Kate?” It was a question.
She looked over her shoulder. “I’m fine, Jackson. It barely even twinges anymore.”
I don’t know if I believed that, but I also didn’t know if I cared. She didn’t deserve sweet words or kisses. Flat-out told me she didn’t want it, but she wanted this. She wanted me. Maybe, too, she wanted some of the pain that came with that.
Still, I took my time as I sank myself into her tight pussy. Let her get reacquainted with my size and girth, let her body absorb some of my weight while holding some of it back. Again, she turned her head to the side then sucked in a breath.
“Jackson,” she sighed.
Happy to be home? I wanted to ask her. I didn’t.
Instead, I pumped my hips slowly into her, my hands wrapped around her hips to pull her to me even as I thrust down into her. I could do this forever. I could hold back my orgasm and just fuck her forever until she was screaming my name and not sighing it.
I watched as she braced herself on one arm, so the other hand could snake between her legs. Immediately I grabbed it and pinned it next her face. I bent over her, shifting my dick more deeply inside her.
“No,” I said into her ear. “I told you before. You don’t come until I make you come.”
“Jackson, I need something more. I’m so close.”
“You don’t get anything more until I say so.”
“Are you trying to punish me? Is that what this is?”
“Yes.” I did want to punish her. I did want her to feel everything I had felt every day she’d been gone.
I killed her, then, by staying motionless inside her, over her. She was pinned to the bed with my hands, my chest and my cock. She squirmed under me and I let her because it felt good. Good knowing she couldn’t escape, couldn’t resist. She had to take anything I gave her, when I decided to give it her.
The power over someone like Kate was a heady thing.
Minutes went by until she screamed and bucked in real frustration.
“Just fuck me already!”
Right. Because that’s all she could handle for now. Not the close stuff. The intimate stuff. Slowly, I started to my pump my hips. Then I reached between her legs and found her clit. Swollen. Wet. So fucking needy.
I timed my thrusts to the rhythm of my thumb moving back and forth over her clit.
I could feel her body tense, feel her pussy start to squeeze my dick so damn hard.
