Hell And Back(66)

Her moans, her pants, her pleasure—it’s all too much for me. One thrust, two, and then a third and plant myself into her as deep as I can go, and I come.

Her pussy is still clenching around me, squeezing me so hard I’m almost light-headed and seeing stars. I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard.

I’m about to collapse, but I catch myself before I land on top of her, taking her with me.

She lies on my chest, our bodies sticky with a sheen of sweat. Our breaths come in fast, our heartbeats slowly returning to normal. My cock is still twitching and hard inside of her fluttering pussy.

“I changed my mind,” she says while kissing my heaving chest. “We should do that more often than the other things.”

I throw my head back with laughter. “Oh, we are going to be doing that a lot more before Lilah comes home. In fact, I think we should do it on every single surface that we can,” I suggest.

“That sounds like a lot of fun. Where should we go next?” she asks me. It seems my shy woman has an adventurous side I can’t wait to discover with her.

We spend the rest of the day and late into the night doing it all over the house, from the shower to the couch to the kitchen counter and the stairs. I lose a little bit more of myself to her each and every time.

She’s already claimed my heart, and she’s now working herself into my soul.





Chapter Forty-Three


Bella





I’m asleep on my stomach when I feel little kisses start at my shoulders. It’s been a month since we finally had sex.

Every night, I fall asleep curled up to him after he worships my body with his. I had no idea such pleasure existed.

Most mornings, he wakes before Lilah, and in turn, finds a creative way to wake me. I love waking up already panting with his mouth on me. But, I love waking him up with my mouth even more.

“Hmmm, morning, Jackson.” I turn to face him where he takes me into his arms. As soon as I’m close enough, I reach down to run my hand along his hard cock.

I push him onto his back and climb on top of him. I’m not even fully awake yet, but I know what I want and it’s right under me.

I sit up on my knees, his hands going straight into my camisole. We never sleep naked because of Lilah, but we always wear things that can easily come off or offer quick access. He pulls down the straps, letting my breasts fall into his hands.

He rolls my nipples exactly how he knows drives me crazy. Moaning, I lift just enough to place his cock at my entrance.

When I rub him through my slit, wetting him just a little, I slowly sink down on him until he’s buried deep inside of me.

We both moan at the sensation as I allow myself to adjust to his size for a minute before I start rising up and down. His hands are still playing with my nipples, and it feels so good I can’t help but move faster.

We usually take our time at night and have more of a quickie in the morning just in case Lilah wakes up early and we get interrupted, which has happened more times than we care to admit.

“So fucking tight, angel. You take my cock every night, sometimes twice a day, and you’re still so fucking tight.”

Another thing I’ve learned is I’m a sucker for his dirty talk. Once he’s inside me, it’s like he can’t hold his words back, and I love it.

The dirtier he talks, the hotter I get, and he knows it, too. Leaning back, I put my hands on his knees, trying to change up the angle to hit that spot deep inside of me I didn’t know existed before his cock found it.

As soon as my hands grip his knees, he wets his thumb and then starts rubbing my clit in circles. Right before I’m about to come, he stops and moves his finger away.

“We don’t have time to play, Jackson. She could be up any minute,” I warn him as I sink down on his cock while rotating my hips to get some friction. Another trick he taught me.

“Look at my girl taking what she wants.” His voice is still sleepy and rough. He grasps onto my hips, moving me on his cock at his pace and thrusting up hard on the downward strokes.

“You want it, angel, take it.” He dares me as he continues to move my hips. So I do what I know I need to do to get myself there—I play with my clit myself.

He groans at the sight. “Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen is you fucking me while you touch yourself.” He slams me down harder.

Two more thrusts with me rubbing myself furiously, and I’m calling out, “I’m coming, Jackson.”

He continues slamming me down onto his thrusting cock, and I continue rubbing myself.

A few more thrusts and then he slams me down, holding me there while he empties himself in me.

I collapse onto his chest just as we hear little feet running for the bedroom.