“This,” he said, taking hold of his cock and pushing the tip into me as a wicked temptation of what was to come, “is mine.” Then he rammed hard into me from behind, making me buck forward with the force of his thrusts.
He was right when he said he couldn’t be gentle. He was raw, feral, and brutal in the way he pounded into my body. But I loved every savage second of feeling taken and devoured in this way. He might’ve been brutal, but it wasn’t harsh. It was dirty in a delicious way. He made me feel worshipped and desired. Like I was the only one who could drive him to such levels of lustful insanity. He sure as hell was the only one who’d ever made me this wanton and crazy. He knew every button to push to unleash me into the spiral of pure ecstasy.
The way he grunted as he pushed harder and harder into me was the ultimate turn-on. I moaned back, holding onto the edge of the mattress to stop myself from falling over the edge. I pushed my ass further back into him to spur him on, coaxing him into a harder, faster pace. He held my hips in place, his fingers biting into my skin as he jerked his cock upwards, then swivelling his hips, he hit the spot every damn time, making me shiver as I lost control. My body had become his playground, my mind a heady mix of delirium and sensation overload.
I came faster and harder this time, and then as the orgasm looked like it was going to wane, another ripple of exquisite pleasure ripped through me. My muscles squeezed his pulsa
ting cock, milking him with everything I had. He cried out, “Jesus, oh fuck,” as I contracted hard around him.
He yanked me up onto all fours, my ass in the air, ready for him. Then, without warning, he plunged back into me, pounding his thick, hard cock, chasing his own release. I could barely keep myself upright. My legs were quivering, and I was gasping for breath. I was so over-sensitive I didn’t know how much more I could take.
“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” he moaned on each thrust, as he pushed so hard into me that I lost the strength in my arms, and my shoulders fell forward into the mattress. He hooked his arm under my hips to hold me steady. Then he bent forward, resting his front over my back, fucking me like an animal. The sweat from our bodies made it harder for him to keep me in place, but he was so close. I could feel his cock thicken and throb inside me. He had one arm held in front of my head and I reached across to hold his hand. He threaded his fingers with mine then dropped his head on my shoulder as he came.
I buckled under his weight, and he lay with his whole body covering mine, rutting into me as he rode out every second of his climax. Then as he stopped, he wrapped both arms around my waist and held me close.
“I’m never letting you go,” he groaned into my neck.
“Promise?” I smiled to myself and then turned my head to give him a tender and loving kiss, hoping he could feel the love behind it. “We need a shower.” I chuckled, not wanting to move.
“Yeah,” he said, showing no signs of wanting to move either.
Before I knew it we’d both fallen asleep, but not before I’d realised that this, right here in his bed, in his arms, was my favourite place to be in the whole wide world.
I slept better in his bed than I had done for weeks, and waking up in his arms was the best feeling ever. I could’ve lay under those warm covers forever, hypnotised by the smell of him all around me, all over me. I felt a slight movement as his chest expanded, and then he sighed and kissed the top of my head.
“Good morning, angel. Did you sleep okay?”
I glanced up at him as he stretched underneath me, and then pulled me close to him, wrapping both of his arms around me.
“I slept like a log. I think I have you to thank for that.” I wrapped my own arms around his waist and kissed his chest. “I can’t believe we spent a whole day in bed.”
He chuckled softly. “Best day ever.” Then rolled me onto my back.
“Stop! I haven’t brushed my teeth.” I laughed, covering my mouth with my hand to try to stop him kissing me.
“Like I give a fuck,” he groaned, yanking my hand out the way and kissing me anyway. “I like waking up with you in my bed.”
He kissed his way across my jaw and down into my neck. I ran my fingers through his hair and closed my eyes, savouring every goose bump and chill he gave me. I could have happily lost myself to this man; he was so dangerously intoxicating.
“We need to shower,” I whispered into his ear.
“But I’ll only dirty you up again,” he moaned into my neck as he continued driving me wild with his kisses.
“Dirty me up in the shower then, it’ll be easier to get cleaned up after.” I ran my hands down his silky warm back and grabbed his rock hard ass, making him laugh. He leant up on his elbows to look down at me.
“There’s no amount of soap and water that can clean up my dirty thoughts,” he growled. “But if that’s what the lady wants.”
He pushed himself up and climbed off the bed, standing naked in front of me and looking like a Greek god, with his golden skin all taut and flawless. His cock was already standing to attention, ready for round three, or was it four? If we were going by orgasms, well, I’d lost count on that score.
“Come on.” He held his hand out to me, and I slid out from under the covers to walk with him into his bathroom.
His bathroom was twice the size of mine, with a massive walk-in shower. Perfect for two occupants. Hell, it could’ve housed more, but I’d be damned if I’d ever share him. He was all mine. For as long as I could keep him, anyway.
We stood side by side brushing our teeth like an old married couple. Then we stepped into the shower area and Jackson twisted a few knobs, creating refreshingly hot jets of water that helped to massage my tired, aching muscles. I certainly felt like I’d done a strenuous workout last night. The best, most satisfying workout I’d done in a long time.
He squeezed shampoo into his palm and made a circular motion with his other hand, letting me know he wanted me to turn around. I did as he asked and let out a low moan as he rubbed the shampoo into my hair, using his fingers to massage my scalp. Prickles rippled down my back as he leant into me and kissed my shoulder as he cleaned my hair. I could feel his cock pressing into me, nudging me. So I leaned back into him, turning my head so I could kiss him back, and show him how horny he was making me.
He rinsed my hair then stepped in front of me. He poured more gel into his hands and lathered up, then ran his hands over my shoulders, and down my front to circle and knead my breasts.