Jackson (MC Sinners #7)

17 – Serenity

M oaning, I throw my head back as Jackson devours my pussy, his tongue swiping up through my flesh, rolling over my clit and then plunging inside of me. I’ve already orgasmed once, but he isn’t willing to let that be the end of it. He brings me to my release once more, my fingers curling into the sheets, my cries enough for everyone to hear.

I don’t care.

Then his body is on mine, his mouth consumes me, and I can taste myself on his lips. He kisses me with a ferocity that has my knees growing weak. I reach down between us, curling my fingers around his already throbbing dick, and squeeze. He hisses against my lips, his tongue sliding out and running over them before he is kissing me again.

“If you keep kissing me like this, I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on when you’re finally inside me,” I whimper, running my fingers down his muscled back.

“That’s the point,” he growls. “I’m goin’ to make it impossible for you not to cum around my cock, darlin’.”

“I want you inside of me,” I beg. “I want it, and I want it now.”

“Not without this,” he grins, then reaches over and takes something from beside the bed.

He sits up, and I see a rope in his hand, just like I wanted.

I lick my lips and grin up at him. “You’re a bad man.”

“Roll over, sweetheart.”

My heart skips a beat as I roll to my stomach and then bite my lip as he pulls my hands behind my back and ties them, not too tight, but just enough that I can’t escape. Then, he runs his hand down my spine, stopping at my bottom. He slips his fingers down beneath my plump cheeks and finds my arousal, coating them in it. A low growl leaves his lips as he swirls his fingers, pushing them inside me before sliding back to my bottom.

Then, he uses his lubricated fingers to enter me.

I whimper, my hands forming fists as I hold my breath, waiting for the initial sting to pass.

Jackson uses his other hand to push two fingers into my pussy at the same time, and the sensation is so overwhelming, I gasp, pushing my bottom up, not entirely sure if I want to move away from the strange feeling or toward it. It’s like my nerve endings are on fire, but in a good way.

“I can feel my fingers inside you, you’re so fuckin’ tight baby.”

I moan when he moves both his hands at the same time, filling me, bringing my body to life. Jackson knows what he’s doing, and he’s not afraid to show me. I can feel the pleasure building, and I know I’m going to cum again, this time with his fingers deep within both entrances.

When I do, I cry out, and my body jerks, a new sensation washing over me, something I haven’t experienced before. It’s incredible and I don’t even try to hold back my screams of pleasure as I relish in these new feelings. Jackson growls from behind me, a low throaty sound that has my body automatically pushing back toward him, wanting more.

“I can feel your sweet cunt tightening around my fingers, it’s incredible,” he rasps. “Now I’m goin’ to put my cock inside you.”

“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”

The feeling of his fingers leaving me has a cold breeze washing over my bottom, but it doesn’t last long, soon, Jackson is pressing against it, pushing in slowly. I grit my teeth—his cock is a whole lot bigger than his fingers, but I hold my breath and wait, knowing that soon, it’ll be sensational.

I’m right.

Once he’s fully inside me, and I’ve stretched around him, I can feel the pressure in all the right places.

“Fuck me, Jackson,” I beg. “Please.”

“Dirty girl,” he murmurs, placing his hand on my ass cheek and slapping, before he starts slowly rocking his cock, in and out.

I moan.

He growls.

Then he fucks me.

He fucks me just like I want, and he knows exactly how I like it. His body moves with perfect rhythm, and his cock hits me in all the right places. It’s a different kind of pleasure, but I like it just as much. When he leans down, pulling my body up by my bound hands, I groan. His fingers glide around and find my clit, and he rubs it as his cock moves harder, faster, and I know I can’t hold on.

I cum again, my mouth opening, my head thrown back, and oh, God, it is incredible.

Jackson follows close behind, his hiss of pleasure in my ear sending chills up my spine.

Fuck.

Yes.

This man is a God.

My God.

My everything .