Crash Into Me (Into Me Series Book One)

Chapter Nineteen - Savage

Jackson picks me up by my ass, my legs encircling his body by habit. We kiss harshly, the taste of tears mixing in with saliva. He tastes strongly of bourbon as well. Jackson's hands grab my ass, squeezing it as he walks backward into the house. His tongue slips into my mouth and I suck on it as a moan escapes from his throat. He kicks the door shut, carrying me through to his bedroom.

I wrap my fingers up in his hair, groaning as he nibbles on my bottom lip. His lips trail to my neck where he finds the sweet spot and starts sucking. I gasp and moan his name as we enter his bedroom. I can feel his dick getting harder by the second as it presses against me. He tosses me onto the bed, his eyes trailing my body as I land on my back. The silver chain around his neck reflects light off of it.

If he wants me to take him feel good, I'm going to make him feel good. I slide down onto my knees and pull his penis out of his boxers. I look up to him as I take him into my mouth, a groan escaping his throat. I run my tongue over his slit, the warmth of him filling my mouth. I take a little more of him into my mouth. His hand instinctively goes to the back of my head, guiding me on the rhythm he wants. He pushes my head as he moans deeper.

"Fuucckk, Jet," he purrs.

I take him even deeper, trying my best not to gag. More and more of him slides into my mouth with ease with each pass, my saliva covering his cock. The salty taste of his precum fills my mouth as he continues to moan, his fingers gripping on to my hair as he forces my head further down his shaft.

I look up at him and see him staring back at me, pleasure crashing over his face. I reach my hand up to start cupping his balls, earning a deep, guttural groan from him. He throws his head back as he guides me quicker. More of his precum coats my mouth as I suck him with even more force. His balls twitch in my hands, tightening with each bob of my head. My tongue pays special attention to his slit, lapping up all of the precum I can. He's fucking addictive. I can't stop tasting him. I want more. I want so much more.

"Fuck, that's so good baby. Keep going," he groans.

I do as I'm told, increasing the pressure of the suction in my mouth. His other hand winds its way into my hair, guiding me with even more force. He pushes me all the way down to the base of him, making me gag and cough. I try to back off of him, but he holds me in place. Tears form in my eyes as my throat screams in pain. I claw at his skin, trying to make him release me.

"Relax your throat, baby girl. Relax," he soothes, running his fingers through my hair, "Stop thinking so much, let your body take control."

I close my eyes and relax my throat the best I can, adjusting to him. Tears stream down my face as I loosen the grip my hands have on his ass. I breathe deeply, relaxing more. I actually really hate giving head, but the way he's moaning is enough to make me tolerate it for him.

"Good girl," he murmurs, moving his hips as he keeps my head in place with his hands, fucking my mouth. I feel the need to gag again, but tell myself to relax. "If you need me to stop, hit my leg three times, okay?" I look up to him and nod. He fucks my mouth even harder, the head of his dick hitting the back of my throat. I close my eyes and focus on not gagging and coughing all over him. "Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so fucking good." There is spit everywhere, dripping from my chin onto my body. I keep breathing deeply, trying my best not to yak.

I open my eyes and look back up at him. Pure euphoria has taken over his face as his eyes darken once they find mine. My mouth tastes of nothing but precum. A small smirk dances across his lips as he fucks me even harder. "Fuck, you take my cock so well. You're such a good girl."

Fuck that turns me on. Do I have a praise kink? Oh god, I have a praise kink.

My panties are soaked as more heat builds from deep inside of me. I ache for him. I need him. I need his cock buried deep inside of me, filling me up and making me whole again. "Fuck, you look so pretty when you're a struggling and desperate mess..." he growls. "You're doing so well, such a good little slut for me."