“Uh-huh. You?”
“Heck, yeah. You’re so frickin’ tight. I can’t wait to slide my cock inside.”
He pushed his fingers in and out of her ass, stretching her, getting her ready for a much thicker, much bigger intrusion.
Her soft purrs told him she enjoyed every second of this, and when his fingers traveled south to explore her pussy, he discovered that she was wetter than ever.
“Gonna fuck you now,” he rasped. “I need you to relax for me.”
The moment his erection prodded her anus, he felt her tense up instinctively.
Jackson stroked her lower back. “Relax and breathe, Mia.”
She took a breath, and he saw the tension leave her body like air seeping out of a deflating balloon. This time he managed to get the tip in, just a small, erotic inch that brought a fierce groan to his lips. Lord, it felt like a hot vise around his dick. He pushed in deeper, and her muscles clamped around him even tighter. His cock started throbbing like a motherfucker, engorged to the point of bursting.
Christ. He was never gonna survive this. The pleasure was too frickin’ unbearable.
Slow and steady, he worked himself inside. Caressing her hips, murmuring encouragement, stopping every few seconds to give her time to adjust. By the time he was buried to the root, his chest was soaked in sweat and his balls ached as if he’d been celibate for twenty years.
“Feels good,” she whispered. “Go faster now.”
He drew his hips back, then plunged in again and almost lost his load. “Fuck,” he mumbled. “This is gonna be fast. I’m dying here.”
The evil woman took that as permission to bear down on him, and the tip of his cock dang near blew right off. Screw it. There was no way to pace himself, no possibility for a nice, slow ride. As stars floated in front of his eyes, he began to fuck her tight hole with fast, relentless strokes that made the entire bed shake.
Mia’s moans of pleasure bounced off the walls, the sweetest sound he’d ever heard in his life. Somehow, despite the white haze of ecstasy drugging his senses, he managed to reach beneath her so he could strum her clit with his fingers.
The second he made contact, she reared like a filly in heat and climaxed violently.
And just like that, he was a goner—her full-body orgasm sent him right over the edge.
His pulse roared in his ears as red-hot pleasure consumed his body, sizzling him from head to toe until he was nothing but a limp, sweaty mess unable to support his own weight. Groan after groan left his lips as he collapsed on top of her and shuddered from the force of the release.
He wasn’t sure how long it took for the body-numbing sensations to ebb. Minutes. Hours, maybe. All he did know, as he rolled them over some time later and held her tight, was that this woman was his. They belonged together.
And sooner or later, he was going to make her see it.
Chapter Twelve
“Okay, here’s the next one—Jennifer Lawrence, Jennifer Aniston and Jennifer Lopez,” Cash said from the driver’s seat of his black Ford Escape.
Dylan, who was sandwiched in the back between Seth and Mia’s sleeping brother, piped up with a grin. “Easy. I’ll field this one. I’d fuck J-Law, marry J-An and kill J-Lo.”
In the passenger seat, Jackson cringed as yet another F-bomb was dropped. Though it wasn’t much of a surprise considering they were playing a game called Fuck, Marry, Kill.
Nevertheless, he really didn’t like exposing Mia’s little brother to his filthy-mouthed buddies, but fortunately Danny was sound asleep, eyes shut and head resting on the window.
Jackson still wasn’t sure why Danny had decided not to ride up to Irvine on the bus with his teammates. The kid had asked if he could drive up with Jackson and the guys, who’d all demanded to come along, and Jackson had readily agreed. He got the distinct feeling that Danny had something on his mind—the teenager had started half a dozen conversations this past week, only to clam up before revealing what he’d wanted to talk about in the first place.
Jackson wondered if it had something to do with Mia and Danny’s mother, but so far, the kid wasn’t sharing. He’d hoped that Danny might open up during the drive, but the teenage boy had gone to sleep within minutes of sliding into the backseat.
“That’s your answer? Really?”
Jackson glanced over to see Cash furrowing his dark eyebrows as he questioned Dylan’s response.
“I’d do that completely differently,” Cash said. “Marry J-Law, fuck J-Lo and kill J-An.”
In the rearview mirror, Jackson saw Dylan’s jaw fall open. “How dare you. Do you realize how much Jennifer Aniston has suffered? The woman is a saint and she deserves a big fat ring on her finger.”