“Like what you see?” he teases.
I groan playfully. How can this man go from seducingme with his filthy words to cracking jokes thatstillturn me on? “Come and fuck me already.”
“Ask me nicely.”
I whimper as his hands return to my breasts, and he takes one in his warm mouth, tongue swirling around my nipple.
“Please,” I beg. “Please, fuck me.”
He presses a kiss to my lips before finally tugging my damp underwear down my thighs and spreading my legs wide. “Hold onto the headboard, pretty girl.”
I comply easily, my hands intertwining with the wooden slats.
“Good girl,” he praises as he gently slides his hand between my thighs, coating his fingers in my release.
“Fill me up, Jackson,” I plead.
He grabs a pillow and gently taps my hip until I tilt up. He slides it beneath me, the new position helping support my weight.
He tugs at his hard cock, and I wish I had free hands so I could do it for him. Feel him warm and heavy in my palm, swipe my fingers through the bead of precum on his tip.
He slaps his cock against my clit, dragging it through my wetness before catching my entrance and slowly pushing inside. I can’t help the moan that escapes as I clutch tighter to the headboard.
He tilts his hips, sliding deeper and deeper each time. His hands explore my body as I lay prone beneath him. I want to move, to feel his strong arms and tangle my fingers in his hair but he told me to hold on, so I do.
“Fuck, baby,” he moans as he teases his thumb on my clit.
“Jackson,” I whimper. “I’m so–”
“You’re doing so good, baby.” He grinds further into me, his wicked fingers working in tandem with his thrusts until there’s nothing I can do to stop the waves of pleasure washing over me.
His hand tightens on my thigh as his own orgasm finds him, spilling deep inside me, just how I like it. His head comes to my chest and he runs his hands up my body, tugging at my wrists until I remove them from the headboard, my fingers stiff from how tightly they were clenched.
I rest my hands on his hair, tugging at the silky strands and pressing a kiss to his head. He slowly pulls out, sliding the pillow from underneath me and gently climbing off the bed.
My eyelids feel heavy, my body spent of energy, and I try to catch my breath.
I feel Jackson return and gently wipe between my thighs, but I can’t open my eyes anymore. He slides in bed beside me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.
“Rosie,” he murmurs.
“Hmm?”
“You need to take your contacts out,” Jackson reminds me, chuckling as I groan. I reluctantly peel my eyes back open just enough to fish them out.
“Sleeping now.” I mumble as I climb back into bed and burrow into his arms. “Wake me up in a bit.”
He tugs the blanket over both of us and presses a kiss to my forehead, “You sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
32
ROSIE
The dress Pippicked out is tight and black, showing off my growing bump. Paired with knee high boots that I don’t think I’ll be able to wear for much longer and a jacket that fits like a glove, I almost convince myself that going out will be a good idea.
“Jesus Christ.” I spin away from the mirror towards the door Jackson’s leaning against.
I awkwardly fix the dress’s hem. “You don’t like it?”
