Jackson

She was feasting on my body. I didn't mind. She didn’t blush when I undressed her, but I thought she hoped she would have been wearing sexy lingerie for me. Again, this confirmed she had not planned on being left alone with Jackson Naile.

Her crop top and boy shorts look sexy on her perfectly toned body. She was more athletically build than the waifs who starved themselves to fit into a size zero.

What the hell was size zero, anyway? It was like telling women they were nothing. I was going to enjoy having some curves under me.

I push the nagging in my brain to the back of my mind. The one that was telling me I should have made her sit and talk before this. I couldn’t, I was too far bewitched, and needed to focus on the now.

Her muscular physic was no doubt the reason she was able to get me pinned down. It was also the element of surprise. I was much bigger than her and if I had any idea of what prompted her to do what she did in the lighthouse, I wouldn’t have let her get the jump on me.

Then again, maybe I would have. Now it was my turn to pin her down. To take back the control I lost at the lighthouse.

No words were spoken, just mouth to mouth contact on every inch of our bodies. She tasted fucking incredible and I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted more. I slowly traced my tongue down her neck, past the cleavage of her perfect breasts, something I would need to give more attention to later on. I glided along her abs and beyond her navel.

I rested myself between her legs. They parted with ease as she gave me complete access. She raised herself onto her elbows. She was brazen, watching me, letting me watch her as I made love to her delicate pink pussy.

“Like I said, ladies first.” I knew I could make her come for me when I wanted. It was only the two of us on this side of the island. I could take her all night and make her scream and come as many times as I wanted with no interruption, no hindrance.

“I’ve heard the trick to a great orgasm is to trace the alphabet with my tongue over your clit and spell your name until you come and scream mine. I want you to scream my name, Angel.”

I had all night but my cock was not getting the message. It wanted what it wanted and it wanted to be inside her tight pink pussy right now. She was wet and warm and welcoming. I felt her walls spasm as her head fell back and her eyes closed. She screamed my name and her juices coated my mouth and tongue.

I raised myself and hovered above her and waited for her to come down. God, she was fucking beautiful. The look of ecstasy on her flushed cheeks. The fluttering of her crystal blue eyes. “Did you like that, Angel?”

I attacked her mouth before I set myself between her legs. My hand reached below and I plunged my fingers into her. She spasmed around my fingers as I thrust them in and out, keeping her open and wet. I reached for the nightstand and masterfully rolled the condom onto my cock before I could take my Angel to the next level.

From her enthusiastic scream, I wondered if she had ever had an orgasm before. If this was her first, she might not recover from what I was about to do to her sanity. I practically released my load watching her come. The look on her face when I took her over—that look was still lingering in her hungry eyes.

I wanted to make love to her, but first I wanted to fuck her. First for her pleasure, then for mine. I wanted release from the nagging tightness in my chest. I knew once I made that connection between us, it would all make sense.

My brain didn’t understand why she was already embedded so deep under my skin I would suffocate if I didn't take her.

I teased the entrance to her pussy with my cock. Instinctively her hips raised, coming off the mattress to make contact. Her hands clawed at me with the same carnal rush coursing through my veins.

The shallowness of her breath was an indication of her arousal. The way she dominated me in the lighthouse told me she was not one to beg. I wanted her to be an equal partner in this, I wanted her contribution to the cause. I wanted her permission.

“What do you want, Angel?” I was smiling down at her, waiting for her answer.

“I want you.”

“Tell me what you want me to do.” I wanted to know if she was with me or my reputation.

“I want you to nail me.”

There it was, what I didn't want to hear. She knew at some point this weekend she could get me to fuck her. She wanted to get nailed by the famous womanizer Jackson Naile.

I was too far gone not to give her what she wanted.

I entered her pussy, pushing myself all the way in on the first thrust. She gasped and I pulled back and hammered into her again. I got my rhythm and she joined me, thrust for thrust, my push to her pull. She bucked her hips and dug her nails into my skin.

I wanted her to feel me, not just my cock fucking her. I wanted her to understand I knew there was more to us than this. There was more to us another time, another place.

She whimpered and whispered my name, “Jackson.” I knew she was with me, I needed to believe she wanted to be with me.

I could feel the electricity between us. The passionate jolt with every thrust. Her walls clamped down on my cock and I knew she was getting ready to come. There was something more going on but I couldn’t get those words out of my head.

I want you to nail me.

Did she say them because she thought that was what I wanted to hear? I should have told her I wanted to make love to her. First I wanted to fuck her brains out to get it out my system, then, I would have made love to her. I wanted her to sleep in my bed tonight so I could take her again in the morning if I wanted. If she wanted.

She told me what she wanted, she wanted me to fuck her brains out. Wasn't that what I also wanted? Maybe once the initial carnal passion has been satisfied, we could take our time. I haven’t had the opportunity to suck on her ample breasts. To fuck her mouth and watch her face when I come.

I was not done with her yet. The longer I fucked her the more I wanted to stay inside her with her tight pussy sheathing me.

I wished I had asked if she was protected. I always used a condom even when the woman I was with swore there would be no repercussions. I left nothing to chance. I wanted to fuck Angel bareback, to feel her skin on my cock. I had never considered the possibility before. I had never cared enough about the woman in my bed to want her to feel every inch of me. For me to feel every inch of her.

First I needed to take her where she wanted to go. To render her catatonic from her orgasm. To ruin her for any other man. She needed to believe that there would be no choice but to rely only on me to take her to the happiest place on earth. To believe that I was the only one who can bring her back from the edge.

I wasn’t taking her over the edge. I was pushing her off the cliff and she was holding on to me, pulling me over with her. She was not going to let me get away without falling. I knew I was going to crash and burn when I hit the bottom.

I didn't care at this point, I wanted her to burn me. I wanted everything that was going to come with it.

The explosion of white light filled my brain and my head was pounding. I was in tune with her body, with my body. I felt every jerk of my cock as she milked me dry with the spasming of her walls.

I could smell my sex on her. I wanted to carry her to the shower, wash her thoroughly and start all over.

I loved how her eyes glazed over and glistened, making them look like pools of clear crystals. I loved the way her body flushed when she let go.

Her nails had dug into my flesh. She flexed her hands and released me from her grasp. I saw the lust returning to her eyes, her body raising and her breasts brushing against my chest.

She was ready for round two.

I couldn’t, not until I got some answers.

“Angelic, why didn’t you tell me we’ve done this before?”