Broken Soul (Jackson Family 3)

I stepped towards her. Her body trembled as she slid her panties down, letting them pool on the floor. She was freshly shaved, her skin smooth and soft, begging for my touch.

Instead, I stepped behind her. She froze, but I just reached up and slowly pulled the diamond pins out of her hair, letting her dark tresses fall down her back and sift through my fingers.

Then, without warning, I wrapped a handful of that luscious, dark hair around my fist and yanked her head back and to the side, covering her lips with mine.

Every protest she’d had about me touching her died in that moment. Her lips moved with mine. A moan crawled up her throat. Her nipples hardened, her breasts growing heavy, aching for me to touch them.

I turned her to face me and led her back to the bed, my lips still moving with hers. When we were stopped by the mattress, I gripped her hips and laid her out on the bed. My hands traveled over her thighs, and I released a low groan when I discovered how wet she was.

“You ever been touched here?” I asked her.

She shook her head, moaning as I flicked her clit with my thumb. I slowly worked a finger inside of her, being careful of how tight she was as I laved my tongue over one of her tight nipples, sucking hard one moment before gently suckling the next.

She was lost in me, her thighs falling further apart. Her pussy loosened around my finger a bit, and I coaxed in my index finger, stretching her a little further, my thumb still working her clit.

She moaned my name, her head thrown back, her slender throat bared. I moved a little further up her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses to her throat, sucking lightly on the flesh as I continued to pump my fingers in and out of her.

With a shocked cry, she came, and I eased my ring finger into her, working her a little faster, making her come again.

“Jaxon—Jaxon, please,” she whimpered, her mouth seeking out mine.

“You want me, my little wife?” I rasped, letting my tongue tangle with hers for a moment afterward.

Panting, she nodded her head. I quickly brought her to another orgasm, hoping it might hurt less when I pushed inside of her and broke her virginity if she was coming.

In one swift move, I settled between her thighs, pinned her wrists above her head, and sank deep inside of her.

She cried out, her eyes widening in alarm. I kissed her again, staying still, and used my other hand to work her clit, easing her pain until her eyes rolled back in her head with ecstasy, and she came around my cock.

“There you go,” I rumbled, pressing my lips to her jaw. With her wrists still pinned, I gently eased in and out of her, and when she began to thrust her hips up towards mine, I increased my pace, pinning her hips to the bed, fucking her hard and fast, angling my hips so I bumped her clit with each thrust.

“I hate you,” she moaned, her eyes locked on mine until she closed them again, moaning louder as her orgasm drew closer. I could feel her pussy walls fluttering around me.

“Feeling is mutual, little wife,” I rasped, my chest heaving. God, she felt so good.

With a shout, I came inside of her, and she cried out, her cunt milking me for all I was worth, pulling my cum deep inside of her warm, wet channel.