The destitute throb of my clit is almost enough to distract me from the dark brown eyes peering up at me through long lashes.
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A flurry of curses and moans leave my lips as I try to shift against him, desperate for more, but tightens his grip on my thighs. My hand without permission reaches down and my fingers latch onto Jackson's silky strands of hair. Jackson held onto my other hand while his tongue continues and furiously dances over my swollen clit. Adding pressure, he continues to lick and lap at my folds, sucking up my juices.
I was at a lost for words, but somehow I managed to speak through my panting and heavy breathing. "Don't stop. Jackson!" I squeal, struggling to sit still any longer, when he nibbles on my clit.
Jackson places a hand on my stomach to keep me from stirring. "I want you to look at me. Look at me when you come." Our eyes lock with one another as he licks me senselessly. A sensation begins to stir in my mid-section as I feel my orgasm washing over my entire body.
I rip my hand from Jackson's hair, bringing it up to my mouth to muffle my screams. "Jackson..." I whimper between breaths. He continues his assault on my pussy as my orgasm lingers. Once my breathing finally calms down, Jackson lifts his head up, mouth covered in my juices. He comes up to kiss my lips, allowing me to taste myself. "Jackson, I need to tell you something." I swallowed. I was still recovering from what just happened, but I knew that if I didn't gather up my strength and told him the truth now, it would never come out.
"Shhh." He whispered against my lips. "I'm not done." I jolted, whimpering, feeling a slight sting as he inserted two fingers into me. He pumped his fingers in and out slowly. The feeling felt strange, but soon enough, my lower part began to match his thrusts. "You like that?" I shivered at his dirty words. "I can feel you clenching, princess. You can't help yourself, can you?"
"Please...I-"
"Show me how good my fingers make you feel."
I couldn't hold back any longer. Just in that small amount of time, the adrenaline came over me again. My legs shook in their position over his shoulders when he runs his thumb over my nub, adding more pleasure throughout my body. Pulling Jackson in for a heated kiss, my second orgasm overcomes me as my moans are drowned out against his lips. Jackson pulls away with a proud smirk, retreating his fingers out of me and places them onto his lips. His mouth makes obscene sounds of enjoying the taste of my release, filling the quiet studio. "So fucking delicious."
I stare at him in awe, surprised to see this side of him. I knew Jackson was a dirty talker, I figured it out at some point, but I never expected it to this extreme. It made him more alluring, more attractive, more...powerful. I was putty in his hands. At this point, he could throw a garbage can at my head and I would get on my knees and thank him, if he wanted me to.
I was starting to realize the effect he had on me and everything I did. I wanted more. I wanted him to take over my life. I was worried because I never felt this way about any guy whatsoever, but for Jackson, I would let him do anything with me. Because of him, I could finally see the future, but I couldn't do that if I didn't tell him.
"Jackson." He nuzzled his nose in my neck with a hum. "There's something I have to tell you." I slightly push him away as he looks back at me. "It's important."
His brows furrow in worry. "What is-" He's interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing. I nearly grab the phone to chuck it across the room, but Jackson reaches for it, sending me an apologetic smile. "Hold on a sec." He kissed my forehead, before bringing the phone to his ear, "Hello?"
I curled up in my spot, picking up my shorts and underwear and putting them on. Thoughts drifted around my mind while Jackson talked on the phone. Maybe I wasn't meant to tell him. Not yet. How else could I explain the reoccurring interruptions? Every time I tried to tell him, something always stopped me, always got in my way. What was the point? All I needed to do was to get the pill to my dad tomorrow. He would feel better and everything would be fine. What was the point of telling Jackson? It would only ruin everything.
Maybe, Jackson wasn't meant to hear the truth right now. Maybe...he wasn't meant to hear it all.
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I was planning on adding this part to the end of part 2 after I finished writing, but I felt like not everyone would see the update or addition to part 2, so I just made a part 2 continued. I was hoping that it would be a bit more detailed, but I still think it could've been more interesting. But that's just me being critical to myself.
