Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“It’s only for you. No one’s ever made me feel the way you do.”
Without warning, he thrusts two thick fingers inside me, and I can’t help but moan at the intrusion.
“Always so wet for me. My dirty little girl loves my hand. But she loves my mouth more.” He pistons a third finger deep inside my pussy, and my knees give out. His free hand cradles my waist, adding more pressure.
“Jackson,” I exhale, a raw, raspy moan escaping my lips.
“You’re drenching my hand, Peach.” He pumps in and out, stretching me. “Tell me what you want—what you need.”
“Your mouth,” I pant.
His hand disappears, and I cry out at the absence. “Taste yourself. What a fucking treat you are.” He shoves two fingers into my mouth, and I work them the way I would his cock, sucking off the remnants of my arousal. “That’s right. Suck yourself off me. It’s like heaven, isn’t it?” My sex pulsates. “Undress,” he states, sliding his fingers along my bottom lip before he steps away. “I want you naked on the bed. Put that pretty little cunt on display for me.”
I slip out of my clothes, climb onto the bed, and position myself on all fours, my ass facing him. Cocking my head back, I watch as he admires the view. He stands, stroking himself, his clothes in a pile at his feet. I can’t help but lick my lips. His crown glistens with pre-cum, and I ache to lick it off.
“Not yet, pet. You’ll have your turn. Now, it’s mine. All fucking mine.” His hands are on my hips, spreading my ass cheeks, and his mouth is on me. He’s not gentle. This isn’t about teasing or taking his time. He devours me like I’m his last meal. His nose presses between my cheeks as his tongue plunges into my cunt. “You’re like a dream.” Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Too good to be true.” He slides a finger into my sex, then pulls out and teases the entrance of my back hole with my arousal. “And, baby, I never want to wake up.” He pushes past the barrier of my puckered hole, and I moan out in pleasure. “Does my girl like that?” He continues to stroke me while his tongue does magical things to my pussy.
“Oh, Jackson—more, fuck… more.” My orgasm climbs to its highest peak and threatens to topple over.
“Watching you on that WaveRunner today made me see red. Touching him. You belong to me, do you hear me?”
“Yes… yes…” I pant.
“I want you to remember my touch. My tongue fucking you. My fingers in your tight asshole. It all belongs to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes. Please, Jackson, I need more.”
He pulls his finger out and wets another with my juices before stretching me with two. Stars flash behind my eyes, and I cry out as my cunt spasms. “Give it to me, Peach.” In and out, he milks my orgasm until my legs threaten to give out. I can’t stop moaning. My orgasm wrecks me in the most glorious way. His fingers and mouth detach from my body, and before I can take a breath, he buries his cock deep inside me.
His grip is bruising as he takes what he wants, fucking me with a fierceness of a man who has lost control. I submit to his needs, giving him all of me. He owns me, my body, my heart. I let him take and destroy, another orgasm building. It becomes too much, and the complete euphoria has me crying out his name.
Reaching over, he shoves his fingers in my mouth. “You greedy girl. You’re gripping my cock like you’re made for it.”
“I’m yours, Jackson. Ruin me.” I thrust my ass against his cock, and he groans. Then his fingers disappear, and he latches onto my hips, digging into my flesh. He bucks into me, causing me to skid up the mattress. Over and over, he breaks me, imprinting his cock inside me so I never forget who I belong to.
“Fuck, Georgia,” he grunts as jets of warmth fill me.
We lay naked and satisfied, though my knees burn from the intense friction.
“You sore? Did I hurt you?” he asks, swirling his fingers around my nipple.
“Yes, but in the best way.” I love these quiet moments as much as our passionate ones. “I probably need to get back to my room. I should’ve been smarter and waited ’til Noah was asleep.” Jackson leans in and sucks my nipple into his mouth. My eyes fall shut. “That isn’t making it any easier.”
“It’s not supposed to.” He bites at my bud, then releases me and sits up, grabbing his phone. He swipes open an app, and I lean in to see what he’s doing. “He’s still in the media room. You can sneak out safely.”
“You have cameras in there?”