Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
He doesn’t answer me, but his hand does move, sliding up my back beneath my shirt.
Is that forgiveness? I don’t know.
But it feels good.
“Tell me what it will take for you to forgive me,” I whisper, my mouth moving around to his ear and nipping at the lobe. “Do you want me to suck your dick?”
He hisses, jerking his hips up so his cock pushes against me.
“Or do you want me to ride you, right here, slowly, until you gasp my name?”
A rumble in his throat tells me I’m getting through to him.
“Or maybe you’d like to bend me over the windowsill and fuck my ass?”
A ragged growl escapes his lips, and he murmurs, “Keep talkin’ like that, darlin’, and I might just forgive you.”
I smile into the darkness.
Reaching down between us, I rub his cock, flexing my hand over it until it’s rigid and straining against his pants. “Tell me what you want?”
“I want to fuck your ass, but not before you ride me.”
“Your wish is my command.”
I pull the elastic on his pants down, letting his cock jump free, then I get off him long enough to remove my panties before settling back onto his lap. His hands slide up, curling around the back of my neck where he squeezes, just enough to make me hiss.
“Does hurting me make you feel better?” I mewl, my fingers digging into the flesh on his shoulders.
“It fuckin’ does, baby.”
“Then make it hurt more,” I plead. “Do everything you want to me.”
He tenses, and his fingers tighten against my neck as he pulls my head back, exposing my neck. Then his mouth is on my flesh, and he bites down, causing a yelp to escape my lips. He follows it up with a swipe of his tongue, licking the pain away, and it has shivers running down my spine.
His free hand jerks my nightie up, and his head drops to my breast where he captures my nipple in his mouth, sucking until it forms a hard peak, and then biting down until I’m squirming on his lap, not entirely sure if I want to pull away or if I want him to keep going. Pain shoots up my spine, but as he rubs his cock against my pussy, it is quickly replaced with pleasure.
“More,” I beg, rocking my hips to gather friction against my clit.
He bites me again.
I cum, writhing against him, his fingers gripping my ass to help with the rocking. A feral hiss leaves his throat, and he lifts me up quickly, sliding me down onto his dick, almost frantic in his movements. Whimpering, I put my hands behind my back and beg, “Hold onto me, make me your slave.”
“Fuck,” he gasps, reaching around and holding both of my hands in one of his, squeezing tightly, causing my shoulders to strain as I begin sliding up and down on his cock.
“Tell me what you’re going to do to me after this,” I whimper, rocking my hips, loving the way he drops his mouth to my breast and captures my nipple between his teeth, biting as he thrusts his hips up to match my motion.
“I’m goin’ to bend you over that window and fuck you in the ass.”
I mewl.
“Hard.”
“Please,” I beg. “Do it now.”
He does as I ask, moving quickly, shoving me off his lap and spinning me around, bending me over the windowsill before plunging his fingers into my wet pussy, coating them and using my arousal to lubricate my bottom. I gasp as his finger slips inside, it’s both a mix of pleasure and pain, mostly pain, but I know he’ll make it feel better soon.
He always does.
Using his fingers to warm me up, he growls filthy words into my ear before finally pressing his cock against my ass, running his hand up my spine. Then he pushes inside me. I whimper, scratching my fingers against the varnished timber on the windowsill and clenching my teeth as he slowly sinks into me.
His fingers reach my hair, and he curls them into it, tugging my head back.
“Tell me how sorry you are,” he orders, and oh, God, it does wicked things to me when he brings out the dark side.
“What if don’t?” I challenge, pushing back into him, my neck straining as he fucks me.
“I’ll slap your pretty ass until you’re beggin’ me to stop.”
“Do it,” I challenge. “I’m not scared.”
A low rumble leaves his chest.
His hand comes down over my bottom, hard.
I squeal and go to lunge forward, but he has my hair tightly, and he’s not letting go. I whimper, pain shooting through my scalp, but god, I’m turned on. I love it when Jackson is wicked, it brings out a devilish side to him he keeps hidden from everyone except me. When he fucks me like this, it’s like the world stops and it’s just the two of us.