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This was perfect.

And this was so much better than good.

In fact, honestly, I had no words to describe it. Because this was beyond anything I could even imagine and he hadn’t moved yet. He just filled me in ways I hadn’t felt.

“You’re so tight, baby,” he whispered, kissing me again.

I could have stayed just like this. Him buried so far into me while he kissed me over and over again. Which was an image I never thought I would see or want.

“Jackson,” I whined again. “Please, I need you to move or do something.”

“I can feel your pussy walls fluttering around me, baby,” he told me, his thumb brushing over my lip. “And you beg so prettily, just like the good girl you are. And good girls always get what they ask for.”

Chapter 12

Jackson

Where the hell did those words come from?

I had never wanted to tell someone that, but with her, it’s like I needed to. I need to let her know what I saw, felt, and what I wanted her to do.

And I never praised anyone. Shit, didn’t think I had a kink for it, but I guess I did after all. At least for this woman. And hell, being buried in her was the sweetest kind of torture.

I pulled out to slam in again, making her arch as she cried out.

With a grin, I did it again before finding a rhythm that worked for us.

I wouldn’t have pegged this quiet woman to be one who liked it loud and hard, but she was begging for it. Wanting it harder and it made my dick ache, because I needed to give it to her.

I grabbed her hips as I moved to my knees and lifted her ass up, going in even deeper and she screamed.

“Fuck,” I grunted, feeling the sweat trickle down my chest but I was far to into this to even care. She was literally blowing my mind.

“Yes, Jackson. More.”

I shook my head, not sure how much more I could give her. But I snapped my hips faster and harder, watching as her tits bounced before me.

Her eyes closed and I pulled out, making her gasp with surprise but I quickly flipped her over. I shoved a pillow under her hips, grabbed onto her hair, then slammed back into her as I tugged.

“Oh, shit, just like that. You’re going to make me come.”

“Not till I say so,” I growled, using her hair to help me with the force that she seemed to need. Never, in my years of having women, did I meet one that wanted it like this.

“This is so amazing. I can’t even think straight, Jackson,” she cried, her hands still tied and fisting the bed cover.

With her like this, on display for me, her walls soaked, it was such an erotic sight, and it was pushing me to the edge even faster.

“Vixen,” I told her, smacking her ass, enjoying the cry of surprise, “I can’t hold much longer.”

“I can’t either. Make me come, Jackson.”

I pumped even faster into her, tugging on her hair till she cried out with pleasure, her walls squeezing me in a vice grip.

A groan fell from my lips as I came with her, harder than I had before. I thrusted through it, shallow pushes into her quivering pussy before I collapsed on her back, both of our bodies slick with sweat.

“What the hell was that?” she managed to get out a few moments later and I grinned.

“That was probably all the pent-up passion we had. Everyone said our anger toward each other was fueled on by passion.”