Jackson's POV
"Holy fucking shit," I groan, wrapping my fingers up in her hair and pushing her head down. She gags on my cock, her throat so fucking tight and wet around me. "Fuck! Baby girl!" I grip the armrest of my office chair to keep myself together, eyes clamped shut. "Fuckkkk... Jet!"
She moans sweetly, her eyes flicking up to mine as she takes me as deep as she can again, choking on me. Fuck. Fuck, that's so fucking hot! I press her head down further as my hips buck up to meet her mouth, a strangled groan coming from deep within my chest. Tears stream down her face while spit drips fucking everywhere. "Such a messy fucking slut for me, aren't you, baby?" I rasp while guiding her mouth. Another satisfied moan vibrates in her throat as she grinds her hips down onto the ground, begging for friction.
Jesus fucking Christ, if this woman only knew the grip she has on me.
She showed up to my office all bundled up in her winter coat and sweatpants, unannounced. I had texted her that I was having a rough day, the director being a major dick per usual. She said she would make it better, I asked how, and a few minutes later she showed up at the door of my office, shutting it behind her while giving me a dark look. And then she dropped her coat and sweatpants and suddenly the only thing she had on was this little, red, lacy lingerie set, some fishnets, and heels.
"That's good, baby. Fuck that is so fucking good! Fuck, don't stop, keep doing that," I husk, swallowing hard while she runs her teeth along the bottom of my shaft.
She had walked over to me slowly, knowing I couldn't resist her like that, a sexy little smirk on her face. I couldn't take my eyes off of her titillating body. The lingerie is strappy, highlighting her irresistible curves while giving the illusion of her being tied up (my favorite way to have her, mind you). It drives me fucking insane: where the swell of her breasts melts into her ribcage, dipping in before the fullness of her hips stretches it out again, the straps of her g-string up over the peaks of her curves, leaving the contour of her pelvis before her thighs blossom open. Fuck, I want my lips there right now. I want to sink my teeth into her and leave my imprint. I want her underneath me, submitting to my will. Fuck, let's be honest with each other, I just want her.
Her gaze locks back on mine, full of fire and hunger, when a whimper falls from my lips. I bite my lip so hard that the familiar metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. She has me right on the fucking edge, the pressure almost unbearable. "Holy shit, you're so fucking sexy like that, princess. A slobbering mess on your knees with my dick in your mouth."
She runs her tongue along the underside of my shaft, smiling at me. "Thank you, Daddy," she purrs before deep-throating me again, my fingernails digging in even harder to the armrests while my back arches and I rest my head back.When I asked her what she was doing here, she didn't answer, but instead just pushed me back into my chair, got down onto her pretty little knees, worked my belt and pants open, and started sucking me off. In fact, she has yet to say a single word to me. That was like ten minutes ago. Jet runs one of her hands up my leg to rest on my chest, her fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake. Her other hand cups my balls as she takes me as deep as she can again, choking, gagging, crying.
"Holy fuck, I'm so fucking close," I whine, grabbing her head with both hands and taking over the pacing of her head bobbing. "Holy shit, Jet, fuck!" Her eyes are on me, the deep emerald alive with lust, watching my every move. My cock is a throbbing, aching mess at the hands of my fucking wife. My fucking wife. "Fuck, Jet!" She groans as her eyes flutter shut, the hand that was on my chest moving to her clit to play with herself. This shoves me over the edge. "Jet, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" That sinister fucking smirk comes over her face again as she increases the pressure in her mouth, making everything tighter and wetter.
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Burn Into Me (Into Me Series Book Two)
RomanceIt's moments like these that make me feel like my soul is entangled with his. It feels like all of the broken pieces of me turned out to be the missing pieces in his puzzle and not at all the worthless trash that I thought they were previously. Ever...