Page 16 of Change of Course

“Now,” he says in a silky growl, “are you going to be a good girl and take everything I give you, or are you going to be a naughty girl and just grab what I know you want?”

“What do I want?” I tease, propping myself up on my elbows and licking my lips.

He palms the bulge in his pants. “This. And my tongue. And my fingers. But mostly this.” He strokes through the cloth, and I see a little spot of dampness on it.

That undoes me, and I make my decision. I can be a good girl at home, but if I want to be naughty, I’m going to be loud.

I sit up and hike the hem of my dress up, up, up, until I’ve exposed my bare slit to him. His jaw drops. “Fuck me backwards. You haven’t been wearing underwear?”

“I took it off when I used the toilet in Jesse’s room,” I say sweetly, stroking my slippery folds. “Because it was soaking wet, Jax. You made me soaking wet. And since I’m such a naughty girl, I’m going to insist that you do penance for that on your knees.”

It’s his turn to say, “Oooh,” in an appreciative tone of voice. It doesn’t take him long to kneel, either. And then his hands are on my hips, my dress pushed above my waist, and his talented tongue and fingers are stroking, licking, until I cry out my pleasure.

“My turn,” Jackson says, stroking wetness off his trimmed beard. He kicks off shoes and socks. His jacket hit the floor as soon as we got into our room, but now he unbuttons his black shirt, unfastens his belt, unbuttons his trousers, and pulls out his impressive erection. “You’re not the only one who can go commando, naughty Cherry.”

My mouth waters, and I lean forward to suck on that lollipop.

“Bad girl,” Jackson says, hands on my shoulders. “Take that dress off or I’ll fucking rip it off you.” He helps me unfasten it at the back of my neck, then lets me slip it off over my head. I bend over in front of him, showing him my swollen folds, to unbuckle my silver sandals, and he smacks my ass. “Uh-uh. Shoes on, naughty girl. On your knees to suck my cock.”

I lick it. Stroke it with my fingers and my mouth. Look up at him through my lashes, hollow my cheeks as I pull hard, then bob up and down on it until he clenches his teeth and makes me stop.

And then it’s me on all fours on the bed, getting light slaps on the ass interspersed with clit-pinching and finger-fucking, and even lighter slaps on my pussy lips as well as his clever tongue on my button. I get hotter and hotter, and finally I’m begging him to give it to meplease Jackson, I need it Jackson, give me your dick Jackson, give it to me hard, Jackson, ram me with it Jackson, come hard in me Jackson.

So he does. All of it. And right when he shoots me full of his seed, groaning like I’m tearing his heart out, my inner walls clamp down on him and I reach an intense climax, almost screaming from the release.

When we can both breathe again, he takes my shoes off and presses a kiss to the back of each thigh, then one to my clit. He rolls me to my back. “You are so beautiful with my cum all over you,” he says, fervently, and then while I’m still feeling mushy and lovey-dovey, follows that up with, “Want to have another baby?”

I catch my breath as tears come to my eyes. I’ve been wanting another before I get too old. I’m already thirty-eight. “You sure?”

“Yeah.” He settles next to me and strokes a piece of hair out of my face. “I love you, Cherry.”

“I love you, too. I want to make another mixture of you and me,” I tell him honestly. “I love our life together. I can’t believe I missed out on fifteen years of us.”

Jackson kisses my forehead, then my mouth. “I think everything turned out for the best. We both matured. We figured out what we really wanted, and we stopped listening to the lies in our head that said we weren’t enough on our own. We’re really good at loving each other, Cherry, and I don’t think we would have been good at it when we were young.”

Maybe not. “You’re right,” I tell him, and kiss his beautiful mouth. “We’re really good at loving each other. Let’s do it forever.”

His smile is everything.

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