FIVE
Sadie
I cried out when the tip of his thick cock nudged at my entrance, my breaths labored as I clutched at his shoulders, pressing harder at his lips as we kissed and he slid.
And slid.
And slid.
My muscles ached, and pain pinched at my insides, before he finally pushed past the final barrier separating us.
And then I was his.
And then he owned me.
I hummed as his thrusts sped, his cock bottoming out inside my body, his hands trailing up and down my skin, kneading, gripping, owning my flesh until I was sure I would be bruised in the morning. His thumbs dug at my hips as he fucked me so fiercely, his body hitting every single ragged nerve I had, until another orgasm was teasing just out of reach.
“Oh God,” I husked, losing my mind under his hands. Being connected to Jackson Fox was an out-of-body experience. My head swam with a heady mix of raw lust and delicious need. My muscles strung tight with coursing waves of pleasure. Jackson was all I could think, all I could feel, smell, touch. Jackson was everywhere.
“You’ve made me so fucking hard, Sadie.” Jackson grit. His teeth grazed up between my breasts, his tongue darting up to lick the pebbled peak. Fire burned like dry ice through my veins, eating up all the oxygen, pushing me one step closer to falling over the edge.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” I uttered, the words falling out in a helpless ramble.
“I’ve been desperate for the taste of you on my tongue since I first touched you. The way you look up at me, Sadie, fucking undoes me.” Jackson moved in and out of me, sometimes pushing deep and filling me, other times taking short, shallow strokes until he finally sped up and took me to the very end. I wrapped my arms around his body and ran my palms along his sweat-slicked skin, down his hips and bottom. I squeezed lightly as he picked up his pace, pounding me with everything he had.
“God, oh, Jackson,” I begged. “More, harder. God, more.”
He pulled me flush against his body and held me in his powerful grip. Our thighs, our hips, our torsos were aligned tightly. One hand wrapped around the back of my neck and pulled me to his lips, and suddenly we were crushed together and kissing fiercely. The desperate way his tongue twisted with mine fueled my passion. A sensual moan escaped his throat as I held his head tighter to my lips, returning his kiss with just as much ferocity as he was aiming at me.
His hips circled, a hand slipping between us and tracing a maze at my clit with his gorgeous, work-roughened hands that pulled across my skin like sandpaper and coursed fire through my body.
“I want to hear you, pretty girl. Cum on my thick cock and let me hear it.”
His words were the last match to set my orgasm ablaze. It ran through me, short-circuiting my insides and loosening my muscles with every throbbing heartbeat. We were a tangle of reckless sensation, violent passion, frantic connection crescendoing in a tidal wave that pulled me under.
“Jesus, you’re like a tight fist squeezing my cock.” He slipped his tongue past my lips, swallowing my serrated moans. His hands tightened at my hips before he steadied himself, his head thrown back as rasped grunts floated between us. “God, yes, Sadieeeee.”
I sucked in desperate gulps of oxygen. The sound of our bodies slapping together, the scent a heady combination of sex, cum, him, that fed my arousal.
“I fucking love being inside you.” His teeth skimmed the shell of my ear. A slow smile crept up my lips, my body still weak and recovering. He ran his fingers through my wild hair and nuzzled into my ear, taking a long, deep breath. “You smell like me.”
I sighed contentedly, rolled, and wrapped my arms around his body. I opened my eyes slowly to find him staring at me thoughtfully. A slow grin spread across my face. “What?”
“You,” he grinned.
“What about me?”
He traced the shell of my ear lightly with his thumb. “Watching you cum is fucking beautiful.” I felt a blush creep up my neck. “And seeing you blush…” His fingertips dusted across my collarbone. “Is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I’ll never get enough of you.”
He slid a hand between my thighs, massaging the aroused flesh tenderly. When he pulled his hands away, his eyes narrowed for a minute before he looked back at me.
Blood. There was blood staining his fingertips.
“Jesus, Sadie. You were a virgin?” He thrust a hand through his already-rumpled hair.
I sat silently, suddenly feeling ashamed I hadn’t told him. I suddenly wanted to dart out of this room, through his big beautiful house, and never look back.
But could I?
Was running even possible anymore?
“Sadie.” He pulled me into his lap, our chests heaving breathlessly, our limbs twisting and vining around each other until…he was right… I was no longer sure where I ended and he began. Peace settled deep in the marrow of my bones at the feeling. I trusted him. I’d never trusted any man but my daddy. Until now. Until Jackson.
“If I had known you were a virgin I would have been different…more…” He struggled for words, but I saw the regret swimming in his eyes as clearly as I felt the emotion watering mine.
“I don’t want you any different, Jackson. That’s why I didn’t tell you. I didn’t want sweetness, forget tenderness, I wanted to feel you. I wanted to feel how I make you feel. I want to know I turn you on so much you nearly lose your mind,” I breathed, brushing a lock of hair off his forehead.
He sighed, dancing his nose up the line of my neck, nurturing me, taking care of me, worrying over me. “I didn’t want to take it from you like that.”
“You didn’t, Jackson.” I held his face in my palms, forcing his eyes to meet mine. “I gave it to you.”
His eyes shimmered before his arms wrapped around my body, his lips pressing against mine in slow, decadent, soul-fucking thrusts.
Jackson Fox owned me.