SIX
Jackson
Where are you? I typed, sending the message off to Sadie.
Some part of me had thought she was an itch I could scratch and that making her cum would release the vise-like grip she had around my cock, my head, my heart. But it wasn’t that way. Not at all. If anything I’d grown more obsessed. I craved her more, needed her often, refused to let her out of my sight.
Until tonight.
I grunted, shooting off another text. Answer me, or I’m putting you over my leg when you get home.
She’d gone to a wedding tonight, and I would have gone with her except she was a damn bridesmaid, and as much as I wanted to see her standing up there in a fancy dress, I wanted her up there with me.
So I’d spent the night at the garage, doing schedules for next week and finishing up a few small jobs that I’d been putting off. I was biding my time until Sadie was back, because suddenly my home without her felt impossibly fucking lonely.
I didn’t even care to be there if her sweet laugh wasn’t filling the space.
I shoved a file drawer closed, glancing at the clock to note it was after eight. Hell, she’d been gone since four. How long did these things take?
A soft creak echoed through the office then, and I turned to find her standing there, highlighted in soft moonlight, her short hair tucked behind her ears, her eyes looked so beautiful, so warm, her beautiful neck bare exposing her her sweet tits.
Her eyes narrowed, and she placed a hand on one hip. “I feel like I have my own personal stalker. I’ve only been gone four hours. How many texts did you send me, Jackson?”
I grunted, crossing the space between us and pulling her against my body. “I don’t give a fuck.” I held her face in my palms and kissed her so hard I hoped she’d feel the sting of my lips in the morning. “I needed you.”
Her body melted against mine, and her arms draped over my neck before I hoisted her up on my desk.
“And I wanted to get under this dress.” I angled a grin at her, sliding my hands up her thighs, devouring the sweet warm flesh with my hands. “I should have made you wear a fucking sweater over this.” I hooked a fingertip in the low neckline and pulled, loving the way her tits fell out, hard little nipples greeting me. “I don’t like anyone seeing what’s mine.”
“Jackson, you’re…” Her words trailed off when my lips attached to the hard peaks, sucking and pulling, swirling and nipping until her hips were rocking against me. A shiver sped through her body, and I switched to her other nipple, fisting the flesh of her breast so I could draw as much of her into my greedy mouth as possible.
“Next time I see you in a dress, you’ll be takin’ my last name,” I breathed, sliding her off the desk and turning her to face away from me. “Now about that punishment…”
“Punishment?” Her head whipped around, eyes round and completely fucking captivating in their innocence.
“For not answering your texts.” I pulled her chin to me, kissing her hard and fast, pulling my lips away and sliding a palm up the valley of her back.
Gently, slowly, I felt the soft curve of her spine, then pushing her down over my desk. “You’re a fucking vision in this dress, Sadie.”
She shuddered when I slid the silky fabric up her thighs, gathering it in my fist at her waist. “You’re damn lucky you wore panties tonight.” I caressed the curve of her bottom. “I’d lose my mind if I knew another man could smell my pussy.”
I hooked a finger in the elastic and tore them down her thighs, landing one swift smack on her gorgeous cheek. She flinched with the surprise, her hips wiggling.
“Mm, naughty girl. You like my handprint on your pretty ass?” I landed another smack, a little harder this time. “Your ass is already red.” I pressed a finger into her cunt, hot arousal soaking her lips. “You like that, don’t you? You’re so fucking wet.”
“Yessss…” she groaned. “Do it harder.”
“That’s my girl.” My cock rubbed against the teeth of my zipper, my jaw tight as I held onto a thin thread of control. I landed two more swift cracks on her other ass cheek, then slid my hand over the sweet, pink flesh, soothing away the sting with my touch.
“That feels…amazing,” she gasped.
“Your cunt is dripping, Sadie.” I slid a finger back into her pussy, fucking her with my hand, my dick growing harder with her every sultry moan. This woman was fucking incredible. I needed her. Enough of the punishment. I wanted to bury myself between her legs and lose myself inside her.
In one quick movement I pulled the zip on the side of the dress, watching the soft satin pool around her ankles, the heavenly scent of her filling me. I spun her in one quick movement, hungry for her eyes.
“I don’t like being without you.” I pulled my own zipper down, freeing my aching cock from my jeans and fisting it in one long, slow stroke as I gazed at her.
“I hated being without you, too,” she whimpered, crawling up my body until I hooked her thighs in my hands, her ankles locking behind my waist. Turning, I pressed her against the large, glass window. Stalls of cars and tools and equipment, all silent as I ran my cock through her soaked folds.
Her fingers clutched at my neck as I sank inside her in one possessive thrust. I needed her to know she was mine, needed to show her all the things I couldn’t say.
“Yes, Jackson, yes.” Desperate words fell on my ears as her teeth clamped down on my shoulder, pain searing through my flesh as I pumped, thrusting in frantic, defiant strokes, determined to feel the end of her, determined to own all of her.
“Don’t leave again, Sadie. Not like that. You wear something like this out, you need me to fend off the wolves. Got it?” I pressed a fingertip at the rosebud of her back entrance, enjoying the way she twitched and moaned beneath my fingers.
“Yes…yes, yes, yes.” She worked her hips against mine, just as frantic for me as I was for her.
“Say it. Tell me, Sadie.”
“I needed you. I need you. Every day, oh God,” she moaned as I yanked her legs in front of me, sinking one of her sweet toes into my mouth and sucking. She breathed, “I need you to do this every night.”
“My pleasure, pretty girl.” I held her ankle at my shoulder, using the new angle to fuck her harder, deeper.
“Jesus, I can’t, everything is so… I think I’m going to—” Her words split off as shards of pleasure sliced through her body. She came undone around my dick, her body shuddering, her face twisted in gorgeous passion as she rode her orgasm against me.
“Fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I hissed as my own release pummeled through my gut, sending a spray of hot cum deep inside her. “God yesssss,” I hissed, pulling me cock from her body and sliding a hand between her pussy lips. “You’re covered in my cum,” I ground out, sliding two fingers inside her, pushing my cum back into her body. “I want it coating your cunt, right where it belongs.”
“Oh…” Sadie sucked in a ragged breath of air. “Jackson…”
“Did I fuck you speechless?” I asked, tucking my dick back into my jeans and lifting her into my arms. Her body was limp, like a rag doll. I’d fucked her straight over the edge. “Takin’ you home, sweetheart.” I placed a reverent kiss on her forehead. “I want you in my arms all night tonight.”