“Say it, Gracie.”
She turned her head and glared at him. “Fine, I’m yours, happy now?”
He grinned. “For now.” He pulled his finger free and poured more cream onto his fingers, then spread it around. “When my cock slides into this sexy little butt, it’ll feel so incredible you’ll come back for more. You’ll crave this type of lovemaking after I’m through, I promise you.” He slid two fingers into her this time, spreading her open, willing her muscles to relax. She writhed beneath him, and he had to hold her hip to keep her from hurting herself.
“Spread your legs a little more,” he ordered. When she complied, his entire body shot out of control. He could see everything. Her heart-shaped ass, the pink pucker of her anus and her wet, swollen cunt. She was completely on display.
“It feels forbidden, doesn’t it?” he asked. She replied with a jerky nod as she buried her face into the bedspread. “You’ve always been my forbidden pleasure, Gracie. Each time I looked at you, I knew I had no business thinking what I was thinking. You were too young, too innocent. But it never seemed to matter, because I still wanted you.”
She lifted her head and started to speak, but he slid his fingers in another inch and all that came out was a whimper. Jackson was buried clear to his knuckles inside Grace’s ass.
“There are a lot of sensitive nerve endings around your anus. When my cock fills you, it’s going to feel so damn good. Spreading you open and pumping into you. Tell me. Admit you want me there. Give me permission, baby.”
“Yes, Jackson.”
Just what he wanted to hear. “You will be able to feel every throb.” He leaned over her and whispered into her ear. “Every inch will feel like another taste of paradise. Then, when I come, you’ll feel the heat of it shooting through you. Would you like me to come inside of you? Right here—” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis “—in this tight little ass where no man has ever touched?”
“You make me want things. I’ve never felt so ready to come and you’ve not even touched my clit. Please don’t make me wait.”
Her passion equaled his, but he couldn’t take her, not just yet. “I want to make sure you’re ready for me.” He pulled his fingers free and added a third, then thrust inside, stretching her, pushing her beyond her comfort zone. He made every attempt to go slow, allowing her body to adjust to the invasion. She moaned and spread her legs further, pressed backward against his hand, as if anxious for more.
“Mmm, that’s it, pet,” he murmured. “Now you’re ready.” Jackson’s body was on fire and his dick ached for release. He couldn’t wait another second.
He reached for the bottle of lotion once more and poured a small amount over his aching cock, already swollen and dripping with pre-come at the thought of being buried deep. Gently, Jackson separated the round globes of Grace’s backside and touched the head of his cock to her entrance. Alert to any sign of pain, he pushed the head of cock inside. It was such sweet torture to hold back from thrusting deeply. His body was desperate to fuck her hard and fast.
She cried out his name and clutched the bedspread above her head. As he slipped in another inch, she thrust backward.
He held her hips in place. “Easy, baby. Let me take you there slowly.”
Another inch more and she tried to take control of their lovemaking by pushing herself onto him. He bit back a curse as the action caused his cock to slip in another inch. “Slow down or you’ll hurt yourself,” he commanded.
She was new to this type of sexual pleasure and didn’t understand that they couldn’t rush this first time. He refused to cause her even an ounce of pain—despite the way his primal instincts kept battering at him to fill her.
As he held her down, Jackson heard Grace let loose a needy little whimper. The yearning, delicate sound turned his heart to mush and he gave her another thick inch of his hard flesh. In the same instant, he took his right hand from her hip and toyed with the tempting little bud of her clitoris. He watched her back arch, her hands clutching the bedspread as she became a slave to her body’s delicious sensations. With no warning she screamed his name and pushed against him as her orgasm took her. It was sheer ecstasy to bring her to all new heights of pleasure.
“Now,” he snarled. “All of me.”
“Yes!”
A rumbling growl escaped him at her feral response. He pushed himself the rest of the way inside her tightest opening, her muscles sucked him in and she immediately tensed.
Jackson swore, then swore again. The pleasure-pain of her body’s clutch was the best sort of torment.
“Fuck, ease up, Grace.”
“I-I can’t,” she cried.
Jackson reached up and stroked her sweat soaked hair away from her face, then covered her body with his larger frame, folding himself around her protectively. He kissed her upturned cheek and felt her inner muscles relax. He thanked the heavens above. Much more of her clenching and he would have embarrassed himself.
“Good girl.” He bit the smooth line of her neck, pleased when she all but purred for him. He licked and suckled at her neck, knowing now how much she liked it, and began a gentle rhythm with his hips. Leisurely he built the pace until his overheated flesh was slapping against hers.
“You belong to me.”
She didn’t speak, only licked her lips and pushed against him, joining in the rhythm of their beautiful dance. Soon he felt himself swell and his balls drew up tight. One more thrust and he was there, his cock erupting inside her, hot fluid filling her. She shouted his name and joined him with her own climactic finish.
Jackson kissed Grace’s cheek, then her neck. “You make me lose control.”
“I know what you mean.”