Jackson stopped pacing and stood directly in front of her. “Thanking you?”
“Yeah, I watched you fuck her at the costume party. You loved it.”
“I thought she was you.”
Sabrina saw exhaustion in his eyes, but she did not stop. “No, you didn’t! Don’t lie!” Sabrina tapped his chest. “You fucked her and came inside her before you even had a tiny inkling she was me. Is that how much you missed me? Huh, Jacks?”
“I—”
“She did exactly what I wanted. You did exactly what I wanted.”
“What the hell are you saying?”
“You’re right, I wanted her to trick you. I wanted her to trick you, so I could be sure she could trick him. And she’s out there! Right now! She’s either marrying or fucking the king of filth right now. All to protect me.” Sabrina took a breath. “She can protect me, Jackson. And you know what?”
“What?”
“I fucked her too,” she said proudly. “She’s good, but I’m way fucking better.”
Jackson didn’t say anything for a second, so Sabrina matched his silence and gazed deep into his eyes.
“Well?”
“Prove it.”
“What?” Sabrina could not believe he said what he said.
“Prove you’re better than your lookalike whore…if you can.”
His words—they made her loose her mind. “I will fuck you better than you’ve ever been fucked. Right here. Right now.”
“Do it.”
“Don’t you—”
Jackson reached up and grabbed her chin, looking her deep in the eyes. “Do it.”
Sabrina swatted his hand down and grabbed him by the front of his pants, where his belt was. She pulled at him, and when he took a step forward, she directed him toward the restaurant past the staring customers.
“What? The bathroom…”
“Fuck no.”
Sabrina dragged Jackson to the curb at the edge of the parking lot, where an old, broken-down delivery van painted with the restaurant’s logo was parked.
“It’s here somewhere…”
“What? The van?”
Sabrina could sense the water main. It tunneled under the street and through the parking lot. It was full of rushing water—water she could control.
“That.” She pointed to the ground. “Stand back.”
Jackson took only a half a step back, but she didn’t care. She was angry. If he gets a little wet, serves him right.
The ground underneath them rumbled, and the pavement began to crack.
“Did you do that?”
“Yep.”
The concrete continued to peel open, fracturing out in several directions. No one seemed to care until a large gash opened halfway between Sabrina and Jackson and the restaurant.
Sabrina could feel it, not unlike an orgasm. The water building up under the surface was about to burst through.
“Stand back, Jacks.”
“You already—”
No sooner did he speak than a powerful geyser of water erupted from the hole. The customers in line and eating outside gasped and shouted, but before anyone could move, a second smaller hole opened and more water flooded out. The people at the restaurant were blocked off and could only move away from Sabrina. It was just as she’d planned.
While panic took over the spot, Sabrina unleashed her wings and wrapped her arms around Jackson’s waist.
“Holy shit they’re huge.”
She giggled. “Thanks, Jacks. Now hold on!” She flapped her wings a few times, which launched them up and over the empty street like a rocket.
The water main break had created the perfect distraction and allowed her to work off a little pent-up anger, but she had tons more where that came from. She had bottled up her frustration for months, and Jackson had uncorked it with his challenge.
She flew them over the side of the steep cliff the road overlooked and quickly descended to the sand below. It was an unoccupied spot, too far from the beach and too overgrown and rocky for people to find appealing.
The moment they were several feet from the ground, she released her grip on Jackson and let him drop.
“What the hell, Sabrina?” he said as he looked around. “What the hell was that?”
Sabrina landed and kept her wings out but diminished their brightness. “I hope you brought your gym bag with you.”
Jackson frowned. “Why?”
“Because…” Sabrina pulsed her wings and burned the clothing right off his and her bodies.
“What the fuck!” he shouted.
Sabrina shoved him backward into the shade of the cliff.
“Because we’re gonna fuck, and your stupid clothes were in the way.”
“Fuck you, Sabrina.”
“Yeah, you will. Several times. Now get…” She was about to tell him to get hard, but he already was. “Damn, I forgot how big you are.”
“Well, you’re all tits and ass and wings. Can you blame me?” Jackson paused briefly. “And bragging…like yours is the best pussy in town.”
Sabrina stepped closer. Almost close enough to touch him. “It is.”
“I’ll be the judge of that.”
“Oh yeah, asshole?”
“Yeah.”
She stepped closer and grabbed his prick. “We’ll see if you can even form a sentence after I teach this dumb cock of yours a lesson.”
Jackson looked her in the eyes; she could still see the hurt in them. Hurt that mixed with rage and—she could have sworn—hope.
“More talk. You know, your double would’ve already been on her knees with me deep in her throat.”
Sabrina wanted to punch him, to slap him in the face or even burn him with the tips of her wings. But she didn’t. She wanted exactly what he said. She wanted to get on her knees and swallow him whole. She tightened her grip on his cock and pressed her body into his.
“You think that inexperienced little slut knew how to suck you off, Jackson?” Sabrina smiled and then dropped to her knees. “I told her—I showed her how. You think she was good? She was good because she learned from the best. She learned from me.”
…Is The Best Kind
Jackson had gone to meet Sabrina with no intention of having sex with her. Apart from his desire to confront her about her actions, he had no motive at all; in fact, he was so angry, he barely wanted to speak to her.
He replayed the moment from the night before when he had told Natalia he wanted to kill Sabrina. Even now—with is cock deep in her mouth—he wasn’t sure he felt much different.
What can Sabrina give me that Natalia can’t? he thought. Except maybe a few warm holes and a shit ton of heartache. He grabbed the back of Sabrina’s head and shoved it farther down.
“I’m gonna fuck that pretty face of yours until tears smear your makeup.”
Sabrina pushed off him with both hands, gasped, and then turned her eyes up to his. “You can try.”
She grabbed his cock and forcefully took it back into her mouth, gagging herself.
“Damn you, Sabrina.”
He tilted his head back and gave in to the pleasure. She had already bested him, but he did not want to admit it. She was better than her double, better than Natalia, even better than Moselle.
She pulled him out, then pushed him back in through her teeth which scraped ever so gently across the head of his cock. He shivered as she licked and then spit on him.
“Don’t you come yet,” she said, pointing at him. “You gotta fuck me first.”
“You think that sad excuse for a blow job could make me come?”
“Well, my pussy is so warm and wet right now, you won’t last more than five thrusts.”
“I’ll give you five hundred.”
Sabrina returned her wings to their hiding space under her skin, turned, got onto her hands and knees, and reached between her legs to spread open her lips. “I hope you remember how to fuck a real woman.”
Her hole glistened. He stared at it a m
oment as his mind returned to his conversation with Natalia. It’s too bad we can’t make Sabrina a vampire, just like Polina. Then I could have all three women, whenever, however I want.
As he entered Sabrina’s tight pussy, he realized just how different she felt from her body double. She’s not lying. Sabrina’s much more wet. Fuck, she did trick me. She lied and tricked me.
The tempo of his thrusts grew faster, and the impact of his groin against her ass harder as he ruminated. She abandoned me and then toyed with me.
Sabrina moaned. “Harder!”
It’s always been about her. Her world. Her life. Her safety.
He clawed his hand down her back, over her tattoo. Her skin was slippery with sweat and hot to the touch. He imagined himself with a large knife in hand. He would hold it over her, then scrape it across her back before he lifted it up and plunged down into her spine.
Jackson felt his heart flutter. No, that’s not how Natalia and I would kill her. I’d fuck her and Natalia would drink her dry.
“Fuck me harder!” Sabrina cried out.
He regripped her hips and pressed his fingers tight into her bone. His thrusts grew so hard he could not imagine how he was not hurting her.
She’s tougher than she looks.
She moaned in a way that almost sounded like she was singing. She sounded happy—and that irritated him. He wanted her to sound like she was in pain, that the pleasure she felt was almost excruciating.
Jackson reached down and grabbed her wrists. He pulled them over the curve of her back and up at a forty-five-degree angle. She had fallen forward some and her tits, bouncing up and down, had dug two channels in the sand.
“Yeah. Like that,” she groaned. “Make me come, Jackson. Make me come.”
“I want you to come,” he grumbled. “I want you to come so hard you pass out.”
“You couldn’t—”
He folded her arms over her back and pressed her face and chest down into the sand.
“Fuck!” she puffed and spit sand off her lips. “Getting sand in my hair.”
But her annoyance quickly shifted to pleasure again. Jackson had the perfect angle to reach her depths. God damn, your pussy feels so good, he thought and then grunted with frustration. I hate that it feels so good.
He pushed her hard down into the sand and would have liked to wrap his hand in her long hair to pull it back, but it was gone.
“Sabrina London and her trademark hair. Her gorgeous, long, platinum-blond hair…”
“Not anymore.”
“I didn’t even recognize you.”
“I didn’t want you to,” she said as she tried to push herself off the sand but could not. “I’m not her right now. I’m someone else.”
“What? One of those Suicide Girls?”
“I was thinking more like one of those bad ass tattooed ladies from Burning Angel.”
“Yeah…those damaged girls know how to fuck.”
Sabrina squirmed underneath him. He knew she wanted to get her face out of the sand, but he wouldn’t let her.
“Let me up.”
“No.”
“I want to face you.”
“No.”
“Damn it, Jacks, I want to get on top,” she demanded. “I want to ride you.”
Jackson thought about it as he thrusted a few more times. He felt like he could have come minutes ago but somehow had held off.
“Jackson!”
He released her arms and withdrew himself slowly. “Fine.”
Before she moved, her hand went down to her pussy. She covered it first, as if to hide it from his view, but then he saw she had put pressure on herself and began to slowly rub it.
“You okay?” He regretted the question the moment he asked it. He was still mad at her and wanted to finish what he started—cover her face and leave her there naked on the sand. He wanted to humiliate and abandon her the way she had done to him.
“I’m fine.” She turned around and pushed him back with her palms. “You’re not. You’re gonna scream for me to stop and I’m not going to until I’ve come…at least twice.”
“I—”
Jackson was about to trade another pseudo-insult with her when he saw how passion-reddened her face was, the way her black hair stuck to her forehead, and the look of eagerness in her eyes—Sabrina was alive, not dead like Moselle and Natalia.
In that moment, Jackson realized why Sabrina had been so pained to be in love with a vampire. For all they could offer, they lacked that spark of life.
Sabrina mounted him and began to rock her hips slowly. Her hand had not stopped its efforts between her legs and the way the skin on her chest had turned red alerted him that she was close.
He reached out and seized her tits in his hands. He squeezed them but not as hard as he had earlier. His touch had changed, become more tender, and he could see the realization as it dawned on her face.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Fucking you.”
“Don’t look at me.” She titled her head, but there was not enough hair to hide her face, so she leaned forward and buried his face between her tits.
“I missed these.”
“I bet you said the same thing to Skipper.”
Jackson shook his head, then wrapped his arms around her to hold her in place.
“Wait.” Her voice was suddenly full of sincerely. Do it inside me, okay? Don’t take it out.”
“Aren’t you afraid to get pregnant?”
Sabrina laughed. “Not anymore.”
When he felt her warm breath on his lips, he could not stand it any longer. He needed to kiss her. He directed her mouth to his.
“What?” She looked stunned. “No, I don’t wanna kiss. I’m mad at you.”
“I was mad at you first.”
She tried to turn her head, but he turned it back. “Kiss me, Sabrina.”
“No.”
“Kiss me.”
“No.”
His thrusts up had begun to get faster while her rocking pressed harder down. They moved in perfect unison.
“You’re getting wetter.”
“I’m the motherfucking water queen, what do you expect?”
In that moment, Jackson remembered all the reasons why he liked Sabrina—she was funny, beautiful, sexy, seductive, and he believed, as weird as it was to think, she’s was kind of kind.
He pressed his lips to hers, and after a reluctant kiss back, her mouth opened, and she engaged him fully. This was what he missed. This was why it hurt so badly to be abandoned by her.
She tilted her head back as her body seized and her knees pushed in on him like a vise until she shook from head to toe.
“Damn it!”
She sat up and slapped her sand-coated open hand on his chest. Jackson smiled; she sneered back.
“Fuck you.”
He reached down and pressed his thumb to her clit. “Don’t stop— you said you need to come at least twice.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.”
She bounced atop him another minute before her eyes rolled back, and she grunted like someone having a seizure.
FZZZAP!
As she orgasmed her wings popped. Exhausted she fell forward into his arms, but he was not done with her yet.
“That’s right, lay still…let me do it. Just hold still, and I’ll take what I need until I finish.”
“Inside me,” she whispered.
Jackson used all the strength he had remaining to stand, holding her up in his arms.
“What are you doing?” she squealed. “Jackson, careful.”
Once up, he widened his stance and moved his grip to under her ass. “Hold on.” He looked her in the eyes. “Okay?”
“Okay…”
His muscles burned, but he held her up. The weight of her body pressed down on him and only pushed his cock deeper inside her. He could not imagine sex could feel any better than it did right now, and it took only a dozen or so thrust
s before he became overwhelmed with pleasure and erupted inside her.
When he stopped, and her weight settled down onto him, Sabrina began to angle her hips, intensifying his climax.
He grunted and exhaled as he tried to look her in the eyes again, but she looked away.
“Put me down.”
“Okay.”
Sabrina stumbled and nearly fell in the sand, but her wings fluttered and kept her upright.
“That was—” he began.
“Stupid.”
“What?”
“I came here, to L.A., to make sure you were alive. I wanted to see you with my own eyes. I wanted to apologize for what I did to you. I even wanted to ask you for help.”
“Seems like you accomplished all that.”
“Did I?”
“I’m here. I’m alive. We just—”
“That was no apology. That was an anger fuck.”
“Well…anger sex is the best form of apology.”
Sabrina’s face was suddenly blank. Jackson figured she agreed but did not want him to know it. “Maybe… I don’t know,” she finally said then shuffled a bit in place. “I’m sore. I don’t think I can handle another one or two of those.”
“One or two?”
“Yeah, Jackson, because I have much more to apologize for.”
“We’re good, I guess. Don’t sweat it. It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.” She looked around, as if in search of something. “You should still be pissed. I deserve that.”
“Yeah, you abandoned me, lied to me, tricked me, used me…” Jackson rattled off the list as he stood with his hands at his sides. “I am pissed. Or I was. I’m not sure right now. I mean, you’re naked.”
She crossed her arms over her breasts. “Well, let me answer your uncertainty. You should still be pissed.”
“What? What more did you do?”
“I didn’t tell you something.”
“Yeah, you lied to me. I said that.”
“No, I didn’t tell you something. That’s different.”
“Fine. What didn’t you tell me?”
Sabrina looked pale. “I—” she choked out. “Jackson…you have a daughter.”
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