“That’s it. Open up for me like a good girl. You can take all of it—take it all for me.”
I want to please him, I want to drive him as crazy with desire as he drives me, so I suck in air through my nose and do as I’m told, opening my throat and going down the rest of the way. His thrusts are short and choppy as he fucks my face, gripping my hair with fervor but not causing me any pain.
“Fuck, Emma. You take my cock so well. Like the most perfect fucking girl.”
His praise only spurs me on, and I reach between us and palm his balls, rolling them between my fingers. I can feel them tightening, ready to fill my throat with his cum, but he stops abruptly, pulling free of my mouth.
It shouldn’t be so hot to see the string of my spit connecting us or the fact that he’s glistening with it from being so deep in my throat, but it is.
It’s insanely hot, and it only makes me want him more. Makes my pussy more wet for him.
“I want my cum inside you” is all he says, flipping us over until my back hits the bed and he’s hovering between my parted thighs. He makes quick work of my jeans and panties, tugging them off my body in a single movement that leaves me bare and spread out beneath him.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing your pussy seeping for me. Seeing the mess you make. All this just from taking my cock down your throat.”
Using his fingers, he spreads me open wide and then spits, watching as it trails down my clit to my entrance. He latches onto my clit, sucking it into his mouth roughly, rolling it between his lips, varying pressure as my spine arches from the bed with pleasure. I can’t help but tangle my fingers into his hair, desperately holding on as he eats me like a man possessed.
He takes his time, lapping at every inch of me, his tongue circling my entrance over and over again before finally thrusting inside me as he thumbs my clit, my arousal dripping from me.
It only takes minutes for my legs to shake and my hips to buck against his mouth as my body teeters on the edge of orgasm.
But before he lets me come, he pulls back and moves over me until he’s at eye level, fitting his hips between my open thighs.
“I can’t wait another second to be inside you,” he pants, reaching between us and dragging the head of his cock through my wetness, nudging my clit with a small snap of his hips. “Need to feel you come on my cock.”
Nodding, I hitch my leg higher on his hip just as he slides in a single inch, both of us moaning at the sensation. Even after the foreplay, he’s so big that it takes a second for my body to adjust to his size, drenched or not.
His fingers lace in mine, and he lifts my hands above my head as his hips punch forward, thrusting until he’s buried to the hilt.
“Jackson,” I breathe.
My head feels light, my chest tight with the fullness of him inside me, and I desperately want him to move, to push me over the edge.
“Move, please,” I beg, tightening my fingers in his. I’m not above pleading if it means tumbling off the precipice he’s edged me on.
Thankfully, he obliges, withdrawing slowly and then surging forward, hitting the perfect spot inside of me that has my toes curling, incoherent words leaving my lips.
“I’m not going to last, Emma. I need you with me,” he pants, picking up his rhythm. His hips slap against mine as he fucks me, rough and uncontrolled. The erotic sounds of our joint arousal fill the room.
Dropping one of his hands to my clit, he circles it roughly, alternating pressure until I can feel the orgasm building and building and building. I grip his ass, pulling him into me as he rocks his hips, arousal spiraling inside of me until it’s pulsing. I can feel it prickling beneath the surface, ready to detonate.
Jackson kisses me hungrily, deepening it as his thrusts turn erratic and wild.
“Melt for me, Snowflake,” he rasps.
Pleasure rocks through me as my orgasm invades me, body and mind, sending me barreling toward euphoria like I’ve never known. My body tenses, and my belly quivers from the intensity.
I hear him groan, low and rough, before he thrusts deep one final time and comes, hot ropes of cum spurting inside of me, filling me, claiming me.
There’s no doubt in my mind, after this moment, that I’m wholly, completely Jackson Pearce’s.
A few moments later, he drops to the bed, rolling onto his side, still buried inside of me, gathering me against his chest. Our skin is covered in a sheen of sweat, our chests heaving as we try to catch our breath. Skin to skin, I feel more complete, more whole than I ever have.
In his arms, I feel safe.
“I’m crazy about you. You realize that, don’t you?” he mumbles against my hair, tightening his arms around me.
I can feel him seeping out of me from where we’re still connected, wetting both of us. It’s obscene, dirty, but yet, it makes me feel… his.
“I’m pretty crazy about you too.”
His chest vibrates as he chuckles. “You just blew my fucking mind, Snowflake. That was so dirty and so damn hot.”
“I think you bring out this side of me. It’s never… been like that with anyone else,” I tell him honestly. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this way about anyone, the way that I feel about Jackson. And it’s not just in the bedroom.
“For me either.”
For a moment, neither of us speaks, the room quiet, only the sound of our labored breathing filling the room until he tenderly pulls out of me and leaves me on the bed as he walks to the bathroom.
I don’t think I could move right now, even if I wanted to. My limbs feel impossibly heavy, almost as tired as my eyes, and I curl into the plush comforter as sleep begins to creep its way in.
The bed dips, and then Jackson’s there, fingers pressing into my thighs as he parts them, using a warm rag to clean me.
“That was sweet,” I murmur, my eyes still closed, a soft smile on my lips.
He chuckles. “I told you I would take care of you, Snowflake. I meant it.”
I hum and wait for him to crawl back into the bed, sighing when he does and hauls me against his warm body. His lips press against my neck, and I burrow into his hold.
I’m sleepy. And sated. And deliriously… happy.
“Sleep, Emma. Tomorrow’s a busy day, and you need rest.”
It’s the last day before the party, which means final touches and praying that everything goes smoothly.
Sometimes it feels like the entire town might be against us, especially when it comes to this party, but then there are moments like this, and it just feels… right. And all the rest fades away.
17
emma
Making the list… checking it twice.
My head is pounding so loudly that I can practically hear the thrum in my ears, and it shows no signs of stopping. I scan the list once more, double-checking each item that I’ve marked off.
Dress - check
Favor bags - check
Ask Jackson to double-check place settings (unconfirmed)
Electronic equipment for music - Jackson currently picking up
Also ask Jackson to make sure the band has everything they need to set up
Caterer: confirmed setting up - check
Cake: delivered - check