As Hot as It Gets
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“You like watching me jerk it?” he asked.
She nodded.
He continued to stroke himself, his gaze roaming her body as he did so. The signs of her arousal were hard to miss—bright eyes, a rosy blush on her br**sts, the way her thighs clenched.
Jackson toyed with his piercing for a moment, enjoying the sharp tugs it gave to his cockhead.
“Let’s talk protection,” he said gruffly. “I brought condoms, but if you’ve got another method of birth control and you wanna forgo the condoms, I want you to know I’m clean as a whistle.”
“I’m on the pill and STD-free,” she admitted. Then she hesitated, those mesmerizing green eyes fixed on the tip of his cock. “Will I feel the piercing if you wear a condom?”
He shook his head. “Not really.”
“Do you want to use one?”
He ran his tongue over his lips. “What I wanna do is come inside your pu**y and watch my seed drip down your thighs. And then I want to rub my come on my fingers and watch you lick it off.”
“Oh Jesus.” Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “Your dirty talk is…”
“Is what?” he prompted.
“The biggest turn-on ever.”
“Damn right,” he said smugly. “So what’s your final answer, sugar? Do I need to reach into my pocket and get those rubbers?”
There was no more hesitation on her part. “No.”
“All righty then.”
Jackson strode to the head of the bed, knelt in front of Mia’s face and guided his erection toward her.
“Suck,” he ordered.
Her mouth immediately opened to let him in, and Jackson shuddered with pleasure as wet heat surrounded his cock. The sight of her lips stretched around his shaft drove him mindless with need. Groaning, he stopped her from moving by resting his hand on the crown of her head, then brought his other hand south and traced her lips with one finger.
“You look so dang pretty right now.” His finger followed the wide circle of her mouth. “Look at these sexy lips, wrapped around my dick. Beautiful, Mia. Fuckin’ beautiful.”
When she moaned, the husky sound tickled his shaft and had him pumping his hips. He buried his c**k deep, gave her a moment to adjust, then withdrew and drove in again. When his tip poked the back of her throat, he went still and tightened his grip in her hair.
“Swallow,” he told her.
She swallowed, and the feel of her throat muscles clenching around him summoned a low groan.
“Again.”
Another swallow, another tight pull on his cockhead. His dick was lodged in her mouth, but there was no suction, no thrusting. Just her throat clamping around him each time he instructed her to take a gulp.
Jackson stroked her hair for a few lazy seconds, then slid out of her mouth.
“That’s it?” she said in surprise.
He chuckled softly. “I’ll let you blow me again later, darlin’. Right now I’m more interested in f**kin’ your brains out.”
“Oh,” she squeaked. “Okay.”
Still laughing, he got on the bed and eased his body over hers, supporting himself by propping up on his elbows. His erection lay flat on her stomach, and he made no move to push it inside her yet. What he did was dip his head and kiss her, a slow, thorough kiss that made her gasp against his lips.
He raised his head. “I’m gonna go easy on you today, seeing as it’s our first time and all.”
She peered up at him, looking slightly awed. “And what does ‘going easy’ on me actually mean?”
He planted fleeting kisses along her jaw, then nuzzled her neck and breathed in her flowery feminine scent.
“It means—” he flicked his tongue over her earlobe, “—that I’m not gonna tie you up tonight—” his lips traveled to the hollow of her throat, “—or spank you until your ass is pink—” he kissed her throat before licking his way back to her mouth, “—or f**k your ass so hard you won’t be able to sit down for days.”
He bit hard on her bottom lip, then sucked on it to soothe the sting and enjoyed the way she moaned.
“But I will do all those things to you, Mia,” he finished. “Make no mistake.”
And then he positioned his c**k at her entrance and slammed inside. He didn’t check to see if she was wet enough—he knew she was. He could smell her arousal, see the glossy proof of it clinging to her pretty pink folds.
The first stroke was so fast and deep that she cursed loudly and twitched as if she’d touched a live wire. This time Jackson didn’t give her time to recover or adjust—he simply pounded into her in a hard, relentless rhythm that had the headboard smacking against the wall.
“Oh f**k,” Mia squealed, her arms coming around his shoulders to hold on tight.
Her fingernails dug into his spine, her legs hooking over his hips to deepen the contact. He was balls-deep in her pu**y, the power of his thrusts rocking the bed and making the mattress squeak wildly.
“So tight and wet,” he mumbled. “Your pu**y belongs to me, Mia.”
She groaned in abandon, desperately lifting her hips to meet each thrust.
Jackson shoved his hand in her hair. “Say it.”
Her voice shook like a leaf, tinged with the same unadulterated lust glittering in her eyes. “My pu**y belongs to you.”
“Good girl. Now pry one of those sexy legs off my ass and bring it up here.” Jackson grabbed hold of her leg and raised it up so he could alter their position, so that his c**k plunged in at an angle.