Jackson’s hand loosens slightly and I have more freedom to move up and down on him at my pace. I soften my suction, lick him lightly, and graze my teeth on occasion. Giving control to me lasts all of about five seconds before his hand tightens again and he forces me down on him a little deeper. The head of his cock touches the opening of my throat, and I fight my gag reflex while he holds me there a moment before allowing me the freedom to come up.
I suck hard on the way, hollowing my cheeks.
“Just like that,” he commends in a soft growl.
He loosens his grip again, and I’ve learned my lesson. No soft teasing—just hard suction.
I move faster, wrapping my hand around the base and concentrating on the tip when I pull up. He grunts every time my tongue brushes the sensitive underside, and I remember the ragged sound he made when he came in my mouth on the plane earlier.
It’s something I want again, but he takes control by tightening his grip and forcing me to slow down. I internally sigh in frustration that he won’t let me do this on my own, but at the same time, I take pleasure in him making me do what he wants.
My mind focuses, wanting to make this the best for Jackson. I take pleasure when his breathing becomes ragged and his hips thrust slightly counter to my moves. I want him to come in my mouth, but the next thing I know he’s jerking me off his cock and pulling my head back so my face is tilted upward. He leans forward and kisses me hard, teeth clashing against mine and his tongue invading and dominating my mouth. But then he’s moving his hands to the side of my face and gentling his kiss, and I’m swooning from the abrupt change—controlling and forceful to sweet and tender.
Jackson’s hands move from my face to under my arms, and he hauls me up off the floor. When I’m on my feet, he whips my silky tank top over my head and bends to take my breast in his mouth. He closes right in over my nipple and sucks so hard, the area between my legs starts to throb. Apparently there’s a direct connection between the two.
Jackson’s hand slides down my belly and in between my legs to which he has easy access given my shorts are still around my thighs. His finger slides easily into me, and I should be embarrassed how wet I am. I should feel shame at how I’m letting myself be a rag doll to this puppet master, but all I can think about is rolling my hips so his finger goes deeper.
“Jackson,” I moan as he runs his tongue in a light circle over my nipple, at the same time pulling his finger out to run it lightly over my swollen clit. “Will you please fuck me?”
His head lifts slightly to mutter, “Bossy little princess with a dirty mouth,” and then turns his attention to my other nipple.
I grin and then choke on that smile as he pulls his finger out and presses two back inside.
A harsh groan tears free and I can feel my muscles tightening, indicating another orgasm is building. I try to push it away, as I’m not ready yet. I want him inside me the next time I come.
“Jackson,” I moan, then jerk as a thumb brushes my clit. “Please.”
I’m not sure if it was my desperate begging or the fact that he was done playing, but Jackson releases me abruptly, one large hand to my chest where he pushes me onto the bed. Bending at the waist, he jerks my shorts and panties off before nodding to the nightstand. “Condoms are in there. Get one ready.”
Jackson straightens and disrobes. I freeze, watching him expose his body to me only to jump mightily when his eyes come to me and he barks, “Condom, Princess. Now.”
I roll to my side and pull the drawer open so hard it almost comes all the way out. I cast a side glance at Jackson who has everything off but his jeans, which were already below his hips and coming off fast. His eyes are dark and turbulent, and a thrill races up my spine.
Grabbing the box of condoms, I jerk one out and try to rip it open, but my hands are trembling. I’m so anxious about what’s about to go down, I can’t get a good grip on it.
Good thing Jackson has no patience as he snatches it away from me and tears the packet open with his teeth. I take the freedom given to me to let my eyes roam all over his body. He’s so beautiful with his corded muscles, ridged abs, tanned tattooed skin, and thick dusting of hair on his chest, arms, and legs. Drool puddles in my mouth. Glorious cock aside, he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.