Before I realized what was happening, Jackson had me in his arms and was striding up the stairs. I knew he was going to his room, into the room I was forced to share with him. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I anticipated this, that I wanted this desperately.

And then we were in the room, the door shut with a hard shove from his foot, the air chilly, my heart racing. He had me on the bed before I could comprehend what was happening, before I could even say anything in response.

But what could I have said? What would I have admitted to? He knew I wanted this, that I was wet and primed for him, aroused beyond belief. I was sprawled out, my body bouncing slightly, my heart thundering. My legs were slightly parted, my pussy on display. I knew he could see the secret parts of me, the parts I had let no other man see, the most intimate section of my body.

“So pink and wet.” He looked up at me, the shadows playing across his face. He came forward, and then was on his knees before me, his hands on my inner thighs. He leaned forward, and I held my breath. “I didn’t get enough downstairs.” He ran his tongue up my slit, moving the muscle along my clit.

I gasped in pleasure.

He ran his tongue up and down my pussy, lapping up my arousal, making this deep noise in the back of his throat. He gave my pussy one last lick, causing me to shiver before he rose, taking a step back.

He had his hands on my waist, and in a second he had me flipped over, my belly on the mattress, my ass in the air. My head spun. My pulse raced.

The feeling of his warm breath on my ass had me glancing over, seeing him kneeling behind me, his gaze transfixed on my bottom. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and stared at what he revealed.

Jackson placed his hands on my ass and squeezed the flesh. “You’re so fucking ready for me. I could fuck you right now, Megan, and you need me so bad that you’d cry for more.” He growled the words low in his throat.

He moved his lips over the top of my ass and took hold of each of my cheeks in his big hands. He just held his hands there, not doing much but kissing my flesh, running his teeth along the mounds.

Jackson smoothed his hands over my waist, digging his fingers into me, forcing me to be still, holding me in place—when I had the strongest urge to thrust into him.

“Oh God, yes, Jackson.”

He ran his teeth along my flesh, and a violent shiver worked its way through me. “My need for you knows no bounds, Megan. You’ve become an obsession.” He placed a finger at my opening, teasing my pussy with a bit of pressure. He pulled the digit out, never fully penetrating me, just staying right there at the cusp, at my opening.

I was lost in the sensations, in the feeling of him running that finger up and down me, teasing the hole, gently prodding it. He made me take it, made me want it.

“Spread for me.” His voice was low, demanding, take-no-prisoners controlling. It made me hotter, wetter. It made me want him even though I was nervous, and more than a little scared of what was to come.

I watched as he pulled back and started undressing. He went for his belt, then the button of his slacks. He pushed the material off, standing before me like a god. Like someone who could destroy me with one touch.

He can. He will.

“Fucking spread for me,” he demanded again.

But before I could move he was grabbing my knees and wrenching them outward, making me spread for him once more.

“When I say spread, that means open fucking wide.”

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even think straight.

“I want to see all of you. I want to see your virgin cunt.” All he did was stare at me, look right at my pussy, seeming to memorize every part of me. Jackson placed his hands on either side of my pussy, framing it, staring at it and making me feel more exposed than I ever had before. He made this low sound in the back of his throat.

I licked my lips, pulling the sheets between my hands.

He pulled the lips of my pussy apart, and the chilled air moved along my inner folds, teasing me, making me shiver with desire. I was transfixed, frozen in place by the desire I saw reflected my way.

“Turn around; present your ass to me.”

“Oh. God.” The words were low, uttered out of nervousness. Once I was in position I looked over my shoulder and watched as he stepped closer. I had no time to react, to process any of this because he started spanking me, bringing his palm down on my ass, making the flesh shake, sting, and burn.

“That’s it. So fucking good.”

Hot tears of pleasure fell from my eyes. He got off on this, on seeing the tears leaving me, witnessing my desire and pain.

“Spread even wider,” he ordered, and I obeyed. I anticipated this, looked forward to how much further it would go.

“You’re even better than I fucking imagined, Megan.” I closed my eyes and breathed out heavily. “And I imagined a hell of a lot. I used to lie awake in bed at night, my hard cock in my hand, fucking myself over and over, all while imagining your pussy squeezing me,” he confessed. I heard the sound of shuffling, right before the weight of him suddenly covered my back, the hard length of his dick settling right between my folds. He was naked, having removed his clothing before I even realized it.

I was breathing so hard, the air leaving me, making the sheets humid, hot. The thick, long length between his thighs, nestled right at my pussy, was intimidating. He’d stretch me, make me take all of him.

He’d make me feel good.