Chapter 7 Sage #2
“Jesus,” he groans, pushing me back on the bed and climbing on top of me again.
Jackson holds himself up with a forearm on either side of my head.
I spread my legs once again, welcoming all of him.
He rubs his dick through my folds, making me moan when he hits my clit.
I wrap my legs around his hips and try to pull him where I need him most. All of this teasing and dirty talk has me desperate to finally have him inside of me.
My movement has the opposite effect that I want. Instead of entering me, Jackson pulls back and kisses away my protests.
“Let me do this, Sage. Give me control,” he whispers into my lips before kissing me sweetly, passionately.
When we pull apart, I feel his right hand slipping in between our bodies as he fists his cock and guides it to my entrance.
“Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes,” I whimper, the excitement and anxiety swirling in my stomach.
Jackson pushes inside of me, slowly, watching my reaction. I feel myself stretching, almost to the point of pain. It burns a little bit, but I still want more. Jackson is shaking as he tries to restrain himself. He continues his slow invasion of me until I feel him bump up against my barrier.
I gasp and close my eyes, preparing for him to enter me completely.
“Look at me, Sage. I want to watch you as I claim you for the first time.” My eyes snap open, and Jackson pulls back slightly so he can rub my clit with his thumb.
It relaxes me a little bit. “Mine,” he growls as he thrusts all the way inside of me, hitting home.
I feel a pinch deep in my core, and a pain that ripples out of me, making me cry out.
Jackson doesn’t move, he just stays still as I adjust to this new feeling.
“Breathe for me, baby,” he whispers before kissing my forehead. “I’m sorry I had to hurt you. It gets better, sweet Sage. I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”
I take a deep breath and stare into those beautiful eyes of his. They are full of such emotion, such warmth, and concern. I truly feel like I'm the most important thing in the world to him right now.
“I’m okay,” I tell him. “I trust you.”
“Thank you for your trust, Sage.” The flicker of contentment and pride when he says it makes me fall in love with him even more. “How are you feeling?”
“So full…but good. It doesn’t hurt much anymore.”
“Can I move?” Jackson grits out, the restraint slipping from him each second he’s not moving inside of me.
I nod my approval.
“Need you to tell me what you want, Sage.”
“I want you to move. Fuck me, Jackson.”
“Jesus Christ,” he grunts, pulling out and thrusting into me again.
We both groan when he hits home over and over. I love feeling the thick veins in his cock sliding against the walls of my pussy as he moves in and out of me.
“So goddamn tight, Jesus, you feel so good, Sage.”
“You… too…” I manage to say in between thrusts. I wrap my arms around his back and grip the taut muscles there, clinging to him while he picks up speed.
Jackson twists his hips slightly, changing up the angle. He hits that spot inside of me with his dick, making my whole body jerk in his arms.
“Does that feel good?” he asks.
“Y-yes…” I moan.
I dig my nails into his back to spur him on. Jackson crashes his mouth down on mine as our bodies come together, again and again, flesh meeting flesh, pleasure meeting pleasure. I squeeze my legs around him and clench my pussy to get him deeper inside of me.
Jackson thrusts into me harder, faster, each stroke of his dick pushing me closer, closer, hitting that spot over and over, once, twice, again, again, fuck, one more time, please, please, I need it, my body trembling and aching for more.
He slams into me one last time, and I scream, shattering around him. My pussy clamps down on his thick cock as all my muscles tighten and then unwind, the orgasm rolling through me in explosive waves.
“That’s it, baby, that’s so fucking it, come for me again, Sage.”
I shake my head, unable to imagine myself doing that again.
Jackson, however, just smirks and winks.
His confidence gives me confidence, and suddenly, I want whatever he’s willing to give me.
Jackson leans back and sits on his heels, grabbing my hips and fucking himself with my body.
The angle is different, deeper, hitting new places that make me shake and moan uncontrollably.
“Oh, God, Jackson. This is…”
I gasp and cry out as his fingers blur over my clit. With one pinch, he has me twisting in his arms, but he won’t let me escape the onslaught of sensations as my orgasm claws at me and rips me apart from the inside out. I thrash and scream as Jackson continues to fuck me through it.
“Look at us, Sage,” he demands, his voice gravelly and desperate. “Look how your pussy stretches and takes my big cock like a good girl. You’re incredible. Fuck!”
I open my eyes as my orgasm fades and see him sink into me again and again. It’s dirty and hot as hell. His movements become jerky, and I feel his dick swell up, growing impossibly larger. He’s throbbing and thrusting and working me up into another orgasm, both of us sweating and shaking.
Then he pulls himself out and strokes himself once before spraying his cum all over my tits and stomach.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sage,” he groans. “Mine, fucking mine.”
The next second, Jackson is kneeling in between my legs, licking my swollen pussy as he rubs his cum into my skin.
The feeling of his hot seed cooling against my skin, his tongue dipping into my entrance, his teeth scraping against my clit, has me bowing my back off the bed and climaxing so hard I can’t breathe.
Barely giving me any time to recover, Jackson flips me on my stomach and plunges his already hard cock inside of me.
Cum coats my thighs as my cunt snaps around his huge dick.
He pounds into me mercilessly, making obscene noises as he fucks me into yet another blinding orgasm, sobbing my release.
This time, I take him with me over the edge.
I feel him shoot his load deep inside of me, rope after rope, until he is spent.
I must have passed out there for a second because when I open my eyes, Jackson has me wrapped up in his arms, and he's pressing soft kisses over my face and neck.
“Are you okay?” he sounds panicked, almost.
“What?” I ask in total confusion. “Jackson, that…I don’t even know how to describe it. I didn’t know I could feel so… blissful.”
His hands come up to cradle my face as he searches my eyes for truth. When he's satisfied with what he sees, Jackson closes his eyes and rests his forehead on mine, breathing in deeply.
“Sage. My precious Sage,” he whispers more to himself than to me. “You’re perfect, you know that? So perfect.”
Jackson strokes my hair and continues whispering sweet things to me until my breathing evens out and my heart rate slows.
“Come on, baby. Let me wash you up.”
Jackson starts to untangle himself from me, but I tighten my hold on him. He chuckles and kisses my forehead.
“I made you all dirty. You gotta let me clean you so I can make you all filthy again.”
I grin at him and let him get up. Jackson bends down and scoops me up in his arms, kissing me the whole way to the bathroom, where he runs a bath for us. He sets me down in the water so gently before climbing in behind me and washing every part of me with such care.
We dry off, and he carries me to bed, where he tells me I’m beautiful and perfect and sweet and his. The last thing I remember is him turning me on my side so he can spoon around me and kiss me on my neck. I swear he said he’s never letting me go.