“I can’t take it.” She purses her lips and shakes her head. “I won’t.”
I spin her around to face me and narrow my eyes at her. “Why not?”
“Because,” she whispers, “I don’t want you thinking I’m that kind of girl. I don’t want you thinking that—” She exhales harshly as I walk her over toward the bed. “What are you doing, Jackson?”
“Bend over the bed, Flick,” I order, turning her toward the mattress.
“Why do you want me to—” she begins, but I slap her ass. The blood rushes to my cock when she chokes on a gasp. She bends slowly, her delectable ass high in the air as she positions herself on her elbows. “You’re going to punish me for saying no?” she asks in a tremulous whisper, looking over her shoulder to search my gaze.
“Fuck, Felicity, I don’t want to punish you.” I graze the head of my cock around her entrance, and my body tenses at how wet she is. “I want to give you a gift. Do you want it?”
She pumps her head up and down eagerly.
I push inside her, inch by inch, reveling in the tight heat of her cunt. “You’ll take this,” I say, my voice soft and dangerous. “But you won’t take anything else?”
“I don’t want to—”
I drive forward, burying my cock deep inside her pussy and pressing my thumbs against the two sexy dimples just above her ass. “If I give it to you, Felicity, it’s because I want you to have it. You’re mine, and I want you to be happy.” I pump inside of her, hitting her G-spot, making her claw at the sheets. She tells me she shouldn’t, over and over again. I use my cock and hands to tell her she should. After she comes, and I’ve released myself in her sweet body, I bend over her and kiss her shoulder. “Take the painting, Flick. It’s yours.”
I’m yours.
“Jackson,” she moans, and I slap her ass again, grasping her soft flesh and kneading it. I move my other hand around her and wedge it between her thighs. I pluck her clit lightly and she’s practically sobbing. “Yes. Yes. I’ll take it. I’ll take what you give me. I’ll take—”
She buries her face in the sheets, muffling her cries as she comes again. Her cunt is so slick, so tight, that my cock hardens inside of her. “You want me to take more?” she pants, arching her back. She comes up slightly off the bed, so I pull out for just a second and turn her to face me, parting her legs wide and resting them over my shoulders.
The look in her green eyes is trusting. “I want you to take everything, Felicity.”
I claim her body until she can’t take anymore and she’s begging for sleep. After only a few hours of rest I wake up, and the first thought on my mind is her. Being inside of her again. She’s going to be the death of me, but if that’s the way I’ll go, I’ll die fucking happy and sated.
“Good morning, sweet girl,” I whisper, kissing her shoulder. She yawns, then covers her face with her forearm. I spread her legs, smirking at the wetness already building between her thighs. “Don’t play that sleep shit with me, Flick. You’re dripping wet.”
“That’s because you’ve been touching my—ohhh.” She draws in a sharp breath as my finger trails down her slit to circle her tight hole. The last untouched one on her body. Until this morning. “Jackson?” she whispers.
“Yes, sweet?” I ask, relishing her squirms. I cock an eyebrow. “Is there something you wanted to ask?”
“Will it… Can it…” She buries her face in her hands and lets out a strangled laugh. “Oh god, what are you doing to me?”
“I’m about to fuck your ass, Little Flick.”
“No, I meant—ugh, never mind.” Her face is bright red when she looks at me. “It won’t go in.” She eyeballs my cock hard against my thigh and shakes her head violently. “I know that sounds like a bad line from a bad porno, but it can’t.”
“Lube and patience. For you, I’ve got both.” Scooting her down the bed, I suck on her bottom lip, coaxing her to relax as I smear lube around her tight little hole. She whimpers into my mouth, occasionally sneaking her tongue out to taste mine, and wriggles against my hand when I carefully slip one finger inside her.
“How does that feel?” I demand and she slurs something that sounds like “oh god.”
“Good?” I demand and she squeezes her eyes closed and bobs her head. I’m so turned on watching her—ready to bury my cock in her ass—but I need to make sure she’s ready first. Massaging her clit with one hand, I add a second finger, testing her, preparing her for more.