“I’m going to come.” She pulls off my cock, head tipping back. I watch as her eyes shutter closed, and no fuckin’ way am I going to let her come by her own hand when I’m right here in front of her.
“No, you fuckin’ ain’t.” I yank her fingers out of her cunt, wrap my lips around them to suck off her juices, a rumble sliding from my throat. I take my sweet time, enjoying her taste and watching as she becomes increasingly more impatient with waiting on me.
“Jesus, Jackson, that’s hot as hell.” Once I’m done, I pull her up on her feet. My hands grip her hips, and I walk her backwards until her back is plastered to the door, knowing I’m going to take her just like that, door thumping, Sailor screaming, and the whole fuckin’ club knowin’ who’s givin’ it to her.
“It’s about to get hotter.” I pull her shirt over her head, letting it land wherever the fuck it lands, step out of my jeans, and pick her up. My hands grip to her hips harder this time, thankful as hell that she gets the memo as her legs wrap around my waist.
“Fuck me, please.” My bare cock slides between the lips of her pussy, the underside of my length slick with her wetness.
“Condom?” I ask just in case she’s changed her mind, which tends to happen depending on if I piss her off or not, which damn sure happened tonight. Fuck, but I don’t ever want anything to happen to her.
“No, just fuck me, Jackson.” I slam inside her. The grip she has on me, the way her pussy is rippling around my cock, it shows you how much she loves this as much as I do. Sailor giving me hell for not letting her come earlier, it’s only built it up to where when she comes, she’ll be fuck drunk, and the sweet smile I get from her makes it all fuckin’ worth it.
“You gonna come for me already? That greedy pussy of yours is gripping me so tight you’ll take me with you.” Sailor’s eyes snap open. She likes hearing what I have to say, her legs tightening around me, her hips bucking, and her tits right there waiting for my mouth.
“Yes, fuck yes!” My teeth bite down on her nipple, not even bothering to start out soft and sweet. I know what Sailor likes, and pain is definitely a part of that equation, especially when her body locks up tight. “Jackson!” she screams, and a flood of wetness coats the both of us,
“Fuck yeah, baby doll, come all over me.” I pull away from her nipple I was biting and move to the other, feeling her tighten around me once again, knowing if I drag this out, I can make her come again. So, I go for it, wanting her to take me with her this time. I thrust harder, deeper, taking everything I can from her body as she does the same to mine. Her nails dig deeper into my shoulders, turning me on that much more, knowing that she leaves marks all over my body, much like the ones I leave on and in her as her pulsating cunt sucks the cum out of my body.
“Jackson,” she whimpers my name. My head moves to her neck, lips sucking on the skin beneath her ear.
“Come on, let’s get you into bed. You give me ten minutes, and I’ll be back inside you.” She groans, but I already know how much she enjoys it when I’ve been drinking, and neither of us will complain later either.
CHAPTER 7
SAILOR
True to Jackson’s word, he wore me out, literally. I’m dog freaking tired. That happens when I got maybe an hour or two of sleep. Not that I’m going to complain. Waking up with Jackson’s mouth between my legs was an awesome way to start my day. What I wasn’t expecting was the hushed words he whispered into the quiet room after finally wearing me and himself out, words that will stay with me forever. In fact, it’s probably why I’m unable to keep my head in the game right now while I’m working at Diamondback’s bar tonight. I damn near screwed up an order. It was the thought of not bringing home the bacon that had me shutting my shit down and forgetting that Jackson made a promise to the tune of saying, “You’re mine, Sailor. One day, you’ll be my Ol’ Lady. We’ll have it all, the club, a home, and a few wild children runnin’ around us.” It took everything I had not to beg him to say it again, this time more awake and not in a semi-inebriated state. I was too scared, though. I mean, sure, the saying goes ‘Drunken words are sober thoughts,’ but what if it wasn’t that way?