Taking the Heat (Jackson: Girls' Night Out 3)

“Stop.” He paused, his cock pushed deep inside her. “Stop. It doesn’t matter. Doesn’t this feel good?”

“Yes,” she sobbed.

“Look at me.” He smoothed her hair back from her forehead and waited for her to open her eyes and look at him. She didn’t want to, but she did. “This feels so fucking good to me,” he said. “Do you like it?”

“Yes,” she choked out past her frustration.

“You’d tell me if you didn’t?”

“No!” she admitted. “But I do. I love it, I swear. I just can’t...”

“Shh...” He kissed her forehead again, then her nose, her mouth, before he pushed up to balance on his hands. “Look at that,” he whispered, gazing down her body. “Isn’t that beautiful?”

He’d raised himself above her and she could see straight down to her fingers disappearing into the hair between her legs, and then she could see his cock sliding slowly out as his hips rose.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“Watch that,” he ordered.

She watched as he disappeared in slow inches into her body.

“Rub your clit.”

She did. She rubbed her clit and watched as he moved his hips in a slow, steady rhythm.

“Does that feel good?”

“Yeah,” she sighed.

“Tell me.”

“It feels good,” she repeated. “You feel good. You feel so big.”

He growled out, “Yes.”

“You fill me up.”

He sighed and she felt him shake his head against hers. “Look at you,” he said, his voice going dark and rough. “Look at you, Veronica.”

He lifted her hips, sliding his knees beneath her thighs again, raising her up so he could crouch over her and fuck her more deeply. He curled around her, ducking his head, and he sucked her nipple into his mouth.

She cried out in shock at the new pleasure. His teeth against her nipple, pulling too hard at her, as he fucked her faster, harder.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, circling her clit, pressing despera

tely at that pleasure. “Please,” she gasped, begging her own body, begging him. She just wanted this once. Okay, she wanted it a thousand times, but just one time to start. One time with Gabe, coming with him deep inside her, coming while he fucked her, while the muscles of his neck and shoulders and arms strained.

She slid an arm around his back, trying to clutch him, but he was slick with sweat and her fingernails slipped along his spine, making him grunt against her breast.

It was that one little thing that pushed her to the edge. The feel of his sweat under her hand as he fucked her, the rawness of that, the knowledge that he was fucking her so hard, that it was real for him, too.

“Gabe,” she ground out, her teeth clenched against the pressure building suddenly inside her. “Oh, God... Gabe.” She tried to hold back a scream, but she couldn’t. The cry escaped her in a ragged animal sound, and then another one as her orgasm rolled through her in waves. He kept fucking her, moving faster as she rubbed her clit until it all became too much and she had to stop. She sobbed as the orgasm began to fade.

He held himself still then, his cock tight inside her as his chest heaved. He waited until her gasps quieted to sighs. Then he raised his head from her breast and watched again. She watched, too, marveling at the sight of his body disappearing over and over into hers.

“Fuck,” he finally whispered, his thrusts growing a little rougher. “Ah, fuck, Veronica.” She watched his face as he came and felt so thankful she hadn’t missed it. His teeth were bared in a grimace, his eyes shut tight as he pumped into her. She scratched her nails up his shoulder, then tangled her fingers in his hair. His cock jerked inside her.

He finally relaxed with a drawn-out sigh as his eyes opened. He stared at her for a long moment. She stared back.