Owned: A Mafia Menage Romance(164)

“Yes,” I sighed.

“Yes?” he asked, drawing back with a smile.

“Will you, Margot? Stay with me?”

“Well…” I quirked an eyebrow, trying to look like I was seriously negotiating. “Will you fight for me? If you ever have to?”

“I think I just did,” he whispered in the darkness.

“Will you show me the stars?”

He nodded vigorously. “Every single one,” he promised.

“And you’ll…”

“Love you, Margot,” he finished, as though he’d heard what I didn’t want to ask. “I’ll love you, Margot. Yes. I will.”

“I love you too, Jackson,” I said all in a rush, the words tumbling out of my mouth like water. As I heard each one it echoed back inside of me, flipping through every cell, changing me forever.

He groaned in response, his mouth falling onto mine again with a passion he’d never shown me before. My body arched into his, suddenly, urgently straining to feel all of him.

I felt his hands everywhere as our fingers found each other’s hems and buttons and pulled until the clothes were cast to the floor. In moments, but not soon enough, I had his skin on my skin.

His breath came in short, hormone-sodden gusts as he rocked against me, his cock instantly hard and insistent. I threw my legs around his hips and pulled him close, grinding my slippery wet folds against him. It had been so long, I wasn’t sure I could keep from coming before he got inside me.

He pulled back, panting, then grabbed the backs of my knees.

“Turn over,” he demanded in a thick voice, lifting my legs and twisting me onto my belly.

Obediently I flipped over, angling my hips back toward him, my knees out and spread. There was no point in hiding it, I wanted him, needed him to be inside me. I couldn’t hide anything from him.

I heard a small tearing sound and the tiny click of something hitting the floor. Then his hands were on my hips, pulling me upward.

His tongue was hot and wet, stroking my buttocks from the back of my thighs upward with long, juicy laves. My whole body shuddered as he teased along my crack, his thumbs gently pulling my cheeks apart.

“Oh, my gaaahhh--” I gurgled into the sofa cushion. My fingers clawed at the chenille and my hips pulsed backwards, urging him to explore me completely.

Patiently, his tongue stroked closer and closer to my tight, untested opening. I tried consciously to relax, but it felt like my body knew what it was doing, shamelessly shoving my ass against his face.

With each pass, I felt the tip of his tongue darting just into the opening, then out again and around. The circles went fast and then slow, then fast again. One of his fingers found the throbbing button of my clit and tapped it three times, sending desperate sparks through me.

“Yes, that!” I groaned, shoving myself back toward him. I wanted him everywhere, in my pussy, in my ass, against my clit. I wanted to be filled to bursting.

“Yesss… Baby, yes,” he moaned, sliding a slippery finger just into my ass. I inhaled deeply and spread my legs wider. I wanted him to know that I was ready. I could take it, and I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything.

“You want this?” he asked me. I felt the wide head of his cock nosing against my tight but eager hole. He slid it up and down my crack, and I could feel the thick sheath of a lubricated condom. The ridges and wrinkles tickled me everywhere.

“I do!” I said. As soon as I felt the tip of him at my hole again, I pushed back slightly. I wanted to feel him stretch me. “Touch my clit, Jackson.”

“Yes, Mar,” he answered, flicking my clit back and forth. With his hips, he nudged me forward so I was laying flat on the sofa with his hand pinned beneath me. Instantly my hips started grinding against his fingers.

“Fuck, you are so ready for me, aren’t you?” he whispered hotly into my ear.

I whimpered, driving my clit against his slippery, juice-soaked fingers.

Then he pushed harder, his cock insistent against my tight ring. I felt a bright, stretching... burning... combined with a searing hunger from deep within me. I relaxed against his slow, undeniable entry. With every second he advanced, millimeter by millimeter, exploring a part of me no one ever had. I gave in to it completely, relaxing, willing him ever forward.

Soon he began to pulse, to thrust gently against me. His voice hoarsened, groaning out unintelligible commands. I could tell he was holding back, trying to be gentle. All I knew was I had to have him in me, and I had to give him whatever he needed. I pushed back harder onto him, driving myself onto his thick cock until I felt his pubic hair against my buttocks.

“Maaar!” he groaned, one hand clawing my hip so hard I relished the thought of the bruise he would leave me. But still I pressed on, feeling him plunging deep toward my core, loving every second of it.