Protector

Our First

Amelia's POV

After we finished cleaning the kitchen Jackson went into the living room and sat on the couch. He has turned the TV on to some comedy movie channel. I finished drying off the last plate and put it back in the cabinet. How could he reject me like that?

He was ready, I was ready, why didn't he just take me?

I put the dishtowel down and walked into the living room.

"I'm going to bed," I say, frustrated. 

"Wait a minute." He replies, the sound of his voice sending shivers down my spine.

I ignore him.

I walk into the bedroom and slam the door shut.

The door opens and he walks in.

"We need to talk." He says.

"About what?"

"I'm trying to keep you safe," he explains with frustration.

"By denying me?"

"No, by being responsible," he argues, the tension thick between us.

"I don't care."

"Amelia, this isn't a game."

"Don't you think I know that?"

"Then act like it."

"You are such an asshole," I sneer, taking the throw pillows off the bed.

He lets out a scoff. "An asshole huh?"

"Yes!"

His hand runs up my arm and cups my face. "Is that really how you feel?"

"No."

"Good."

He leans down and kisses me, his tongue entering my mouth.

I run my hands down his back.

"You have no clue how bad I want you right now." he moans. He grabs my ass and lifts me up. He lays me on the bed and kisses me.

"I want you too," I breathe. "All of me."

"Amelia." he groans.

"I need you, please," I beg.

He stands up and grabs my hands, lifting me up off the bed.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"Giving you what you want."

He turns me around and bends me over. He unzips his pants and takes them off. I can feel his bulge in his boxers against my ass.

He slides his hand up my skirt and pulls my panties down.

"Amelia, you're so fucking wet." he moans, the sound of his voice sending shivers down my spine.

He sticks two fingers inside me and starts moving them back and forth. I let out a moan.

"Jackson."

"You like that?"

"Yes," I gasp.

"Good."

He pulls his fingers out and turns me around on my back. He pulls my shirt off of me. He kisses my lips and then down to my neck. He makes his way down to my breasts.

He sucks on one while playing with the other. He kisses down my stomach until he reaches my pussy.

He looks up at me. He pushes his tongue in me. He moves it around.

I run my hands through his hair, the sensation of his tongue driving me crazy.

"Jackson, I'm gonna cum."

He immediately stops. "I didn't tell you that you could do that."

He stands up. I sit up on the edge of the bed.

"Stand up," he orders.

I jump up. "Get on your knees for me," he demands.

I kneel in front of him.

He runs his hands through my hair gripping it in his hands. I pull his boxers off.

I open my mouth and he slowly enters his cock.

"Oh fuck. Good girl." he moans.

He starts moving in and out of my mouth.

He tightens his grip on my hair.

He starts thrusting faster.

I run my hands up his abs.

"Fuck, Amelia."

He stops and takes his cock out of my mouth.

He bends down and picks me up, and places me on the bed. He turns me over and I am on my hands and knees.

He spreads my legs and pushes himself inside of me.

"Ah." I moan.

He moves in and out of me, the sensation overwhelming me.

"Amelia, you are so fucking tight."

He grabs my ass and starts thrusting, hard.

"Jackson," I gasp.

"I love the way you say my name."

"Oh god."

"You feel so fucking good."

"Fuck."

"Say my name."

"Jackson."

"Again."

"Jackson."

"Again."

"Jackson!"

"Again."

"JACKSON!!"

"Fuck, Amelia."

"Oh god."

"I'm going to cum."

"Me too."

"Cum for me."

"JACKSON!!"

"That's it."

"FUCK!"

I feel him release inside of me.

"OH GOD."

"Fuck."

"Jackson."

"You're mine now." He pulls out of me and lies down next to me.

I lay down on my back and catch my breath.

"Holy shit," I say, the realization sinking in.

"What?" he asks.

"That was amazing."

He smiles. "We're in this together baby."

I lay on my side, my head resting on his chest, his arms wrapped around me.