by Cole, Aria
I sucked her sexy clit into my mouth and nibbled gently, she yelped with pleasure and my dick bounced with lust. I licked her pussy, diving my tongue inside her sweet hole, fucking her with my tongue, anticipating the feel of her warmth once my cock was sheathed deep inside her. I rubbed her clit in slow gentle circles while her cum coated my tongue. Alternating with her pussy, again I went back to her clit, nipping gently, making sure she felt the pleasure of my teeth.
Her body convulsed and her ass rose suddenly as she groaned and shoved a hand in my hair. Her hands fisted and she tugged, forcing my face deep in her cunt. I was almost suffocating and at that moment if I died I would have had no regrets. Her legs were the pearly gates and her juicy pussy was my ticket to heaven. s.
“Oh Jesus…”
“That ain’t Jesus, baby. I can make you shake and quiver more than any other man ever could, even him.” I slid another finger past the entrance of her tight cunt, groaning with primal restraint as her hot body sucked me in. Her hips pushed against my face as I cupped her ass in one hand,. grinding my mouth against her cunt, I lived for the sounds she made as her orgasm burned deeper and gained momentum.
“Tasting you is like touching heaven, Sadie, and like a fucking drug on my tongue. I’m addicted to you,” I grunted, nipping at her clit before sucking the little bud into my mouth and soothing it with my tongue. Soft mewls escaped her lips, her thighs clamping down around my face before I sucked hard and long, nursing and swirling in angry strokes until her pants turned to grunts and her entire form bowed and arched.
She spasmed around me, hands grasping at my thighs as she came in waves around my tongue.
Her knees slackened around my neck, her breaths slow and steady as she came down from her orgasm. “Nowhere near done with you yet.”
I pulled her to her feet, spinning her body to press her against the hood of the car. Dropping to my knees, I spread her gorgeous, thick ass cheeks in my heavy palms and feasted on the glistening pink flesh. “I want your ass, gorgeous girl.”
Before she could reply, I ran one swift lick of my tongue between her cheeks, darting my tongue in and out of the tight little ring of muscle. She groaned, hips squirming before I tightened my grip on her.
“You’re not going anywhere, Sadie. Not until I have my fill of you.” I smacked one ass cheek, my cock throbbing with the pretty pink blush of my handprint on the creamy flesh. Soothing the sting with my gentle palm, I focused again on the sweet sight of her soaked back entrance. With deft licks I tongued the rosebud, enjoying the way she ground her hips against my face, begging for more without so many words. “Filthy girl, you like my tongue in your ass, don’t you?”
Soft moans of agreement echoed off the garage walls.
“Christ, I can’t believe I waited so long to take you.” I slipped one long finger through the wet folds of her pussy, gathering her cum and spreading it around the delicate rim of her asshole. My lips attached to her clit, pulling and sucking, just as I pushed one finger into her ass, pushing past the tight ring until I was buried to the first knuckle.
“Jackson, oh my god!”
“Cum, Sadie. Cum all over my face.” I nipped and pulled in violent strokes at her clit, fucking her ass with my finger, losing my mind at the taste of her on my tongue.
“Jackson, Jackson, Jackson!” She pleaded and I sucked harder, living for the feel of her legs shaking. Her chest heaving. Her cum crashing in waves over my lips as she shattered in my hands.
Sadie in the throes of an orgasm was like a symphony to my ears. If I could I’d wake up to that sound every morning, put her to bed at night hearing her call my name.
“That’s the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.” I flipped her over, running my hands up her torso, circling her neck and pulling her to me in a fierce clash of tongues. I needed her. Now. “I want you in my bed the first time I have you.”
Her tits heaved against my chest as I kissed up the line of her neck. Without asking permission, because she was already as good as mine in my mind, I scooped her into my arms and carried her across my garage, shoved through the door, then strode across the cool, polished cement floors of my house and down the long hallway to my master bedroom.
I tossed her on the bed, and she landed with a childish giggle. She was so fucking sweet it made my chest ache with wanting all the things I never thought I wanted. Love. Marriage. Babies.
“You on birth control, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she rasped. “To help with my cycle.” Her arms went around my neck, her lips attaching to the skin beneath my ear. I yanked the shirt over her shoulders, unhooking the clasps on her bra before pulling it from her body.
“Then stop taking it. This gorgeous cunt is all mine, Sadie. You are mine, top to bottom, inside and out. The only thing I want in your body is me and my baby. I’m clean, I haven’t been with anyone for so long. I’ve been waiting for you.” Her smooth, contoured body lay underneath me, my mouth planting soft kisses up her stomach, between her breasts, swirling in the hollow of her throat, finally arriving at the skin beneath her ear. Her breath came out in ragged pants as my teeth skimmed the shell, her body writhing against mine. I sucked in a sharp breath when her hot cunt made contact with my hungry dick.
“By the time I’m done, you won’t know where you end and I begin. I’m going to cum deep inside you, and then I want you to show me that beautiful pussy after I cum in it. This cunt, baby, will always be filled with my cream. I want you to know I am there every time you move. I own it baby, this sweet cunt and it’s delicious scent, it’s all mine. .” My dick hovered at her entrance. “I’m going to coat this cunt in my seed and watch you carry my babies, Sadie Fox.”
Her eyes flashed wide at my last words. “Jackson…”
“Get used to my last name with yours, precious. I own you now. You good with that?”
Her eyes fluttered like butterfly wings, her heart hammering at a thousand beats per minute before she slid a hand around my neck and pulled my lips to hers, whispering. “I’m yours, Jackson.”
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.
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.