Chapter Twenty-Six
Brooklyn
Jackson places me over his knees, then he actually fucking rips my panties off me before he begins kneading the rounded globes of my ass.
And fuck, I can feel my wetness already coating the inside of my thighs at how turned on I already am, and he hasn’t even started yet.
“Are you ready?” He asks, his voice husky and laced with arousal.
“Yes,” I say, practically moaning as his fingers graze the lips of my pussy.
“Already so wet,” he slides his fingers through my wetness, spreading it up and down my lower lips as he asks, “Does this turn you on?” He sounds intrigued, but I decide to not answer, figuring that he can just find that out for himself.
My silence earns me a swat, hard and swift, the sting surprising me.
“So damn stubborn,” he muses, rubbing my smarting flesh with his hand.
I’m a little better prepared when the next swat comes, followed immediately by two more.
I bite my lips and squeeze my eyes closed, trying to stay silent.
“Count them,” he demands. “That’s three.”
Then swiftly adds another, the number “Four” bursting from my lips, the pain blending in with pleasure as I hold back a moan.
“Your pretty little ass is already pinkening up beautifully,” he says admiringly before lashing out with five more swats that range from the top of my ass cheeks to down where my ass meets my thighs.
“Nine,” I groan, as the last swat lands.
“Spread your legs so I can see your pussy weep for me,” he demands, and I quickly do as he demands, the cool air hitting my soaked flesh.
“So fucking beautiful,” he praises seconds before his hand makes contact with my flesh, his fingers hitting my pussy lips, my wetness only making the sting worse.
“Ten,” I gasp out, then wiggle my ass, begging, “Please.”
“Please, what?” He questions. The authority in his tone when he demands, “Use your words.”
“No—no more,” I plead, my pussy clenching around nothing as I beg, “Need to feel you inside of me.”
“You need me to fill this pussy up?” He asks, his fingers teasing my entrance before he forcefully thrusts two inside.
It stings where his hand makes contact with my tender skin, but fuck does it feel good having his fingers working inside of my pussy.
The only thing better than his fingers would be his if it were his cock.
“I’ll fill you with my cock and my cum soon enough,” he promises, as if reading my mind.
Jackson curls his fingers, hitting that wonderful spot, and I can feel my orgasm climbing fast.
When I’m right on the edge and just about to fall over, Jackson removes his fingers and places two more swats in quick succession directly against my pussy, sending me over the edge straight into an intense orgasm.
“Mmmm…” I moan, panting. “Fuck, Jackson. Fuck me, now!”
Before I’ve even completed my demand, he’s standing, dropping me face-first into the mattress, and his cock is at my entrance.
He shoves his pants to the ground and follows me onto the mattress, the head of his cock prodding at my entrance before pushing forward and completely filling me with his perfect cock, and begins fucking me like only he can.
It’s a hard and fast fuck, and within minutes, we’re both spent and covered in sweat, his cum leaking out of my pussy as he pulls out.
I gasp at the feel of his fingers against my angry skin and then moan when he uses those fingers and shoves his cum back inside of me.
*Damn neanderthal,* I think with a roll of my eyes as he gets up and makes his way to the bedroom door.
I close my eyes, on the verge of passing out, when something wet and cool hits the skin of my ass, cooling the burning before being moved to my pussy, cooling the abused flesh there too, and then he begins wiping up the mess we both made between my thighs.
Jackson pulls the rag away and then, a moment later, he slips into the bed behind me and pulls me into his arms and murmurs, “Go to sleep, beautiful.”
I think I him a “Mhm,” in response, but sleep soon takes me as exhaustion wins out, pulling me deeper and deeper into unconsciousness.
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