Chapter 17
17
ZORA
M y head lolls from side to side. This bastard is demon possessed because he latches onto my pussy like a tick on a dog. He sucks licks and fingers me, slurping my juices as if I’m the best tasting meal he’s even had.
He’s determined to hear me say his name, and I’m just as determined not to. But with each flick of his tongue, and stroke of his fingers I’m slowly sent closer and closer to my peak.
I raise my hips grinding my pussy against his face as I grip the sheets. My body is fully awakened and I’m too weak to resist Jackson’s mastery of my body. As much as much as I loathed to admit it, even to myself, I’ve never been this turned on before.
The encounters I’ve had with past lovers pleasant but nothing has ever come close to this explosion working its way through my being.
Jackson’s tongue is all over my pussy, not missing a single inch of me. He circles my clit and shoves his tongue deep inside my wet heat. He then runs the tip of his tongue from my clit to the crack of my ass.
He ate my pussy like rent was due and he’s two months behind. He slurps and feasts until my body convulses uncontrollably.
My climax is so intense, I temporarily black out but Jackson keeps going. He latches on to my clit again and pumps his fingers into me.
“I can’t take it anymore. Please…” I beg him but my words go unheeded.
He keeps going until I’m a weakened pile of mush. My toes curl and my inner thighs quiver. He pushes me to another orgasm. This man is on a mission and I’m helpless to stop him.
As my juices glide down my crack, he eagerly laps them up, licking me clean.
“Jackson,” I moan his name.
Finally, he raises his head. His signature smirk is stamped on his lips and the lower half of his face glistens from my cream.
“That’s it, I want to hear you say my name again.”
I’m too weak to fight him. “Jackson.”
“That’s it baby doll.” He repositions himself on to his knees and wraps my legs around his waist.”
“Say it again.”
“Jackson.”
The tip of is bulbous head rest at my entrance. “Again.”
“Jackson.”
“Louder” He slams into me with such force, I have no choice but to scream his name.
“Jackson!” I’d seen his size, had stroked it and already knew he was bigger than I was used to yet I still wasn’t prepared for him. My walls stretched around them until they had no more give.
I instinctively buck my hips to unseat him but he digs his fingers into my thighs.
“That’s right baby doll. Tell me who you belong to.”
“He slowly slides back until only his head is inside of me before he thrusts his full length back inside of me. This time he goes so deeply I gasp in surprise.
It almost hurts but it’s the good kind of hurt that makes me want more.
He pumps into me with even more ferocity. “Tell me!” he demands when I don’t answer him right away.
“You! I belong to you.”
“Damn right you do,” he growls.
Jackson lifts my lower body. The tilt of my hips sends him even deeper than I thought possible. At this angle when he thrust into me, he hits the most sensitive spot of my erogenous zone.
My eyes roll to the back of my head.
“Jackson!” I rack my nails down the center of his chest when a swift orgasm suddenly consumes my body and swallows me whole, A combustion of fireworks ignite within me and I grip his shoulders for dear life.
“Jackson, Jackson, Jackson,” I chant.
Jackson is a demon on top of me, pounding away at my abused pussy. His stamina is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
He pulls out of me completely and I feel like I’ll finally get some rest but with little effort, he flips me onto my stomach and pulls me to my knees. He slides in from behind me and fucks the lifeforce out of me.
Yes, this man is a pure demon.
He digs his fingers into my hips pounding me so hard, his balls slap the seat of my ass. With each thrust, he goes harder and deeper and I know I’ll be sore in the morning.
“Mine,” he growls. “I’m the only man who will have you from here on out. Do you understand?”
I hear his words, but they barely register. Hell, I would agree to anything in this moment because I can do nothing else in this euphoric state of rapture I find myself in. “Yes,” I whisper weakly.
He keeps a demonic pace, claiming me repeatedly until my body completely surrenders to him. This final orgasm leaves me so weak; I can no longer hold myself up. My body droops into the bed, but Jackson’s grip on my hips tighten.
This inhumane endurance is unlike anything I’ve ever experience and just went I think it won’t end, he yells out my name. “Zora! My baby doll. My woman. My Zora.”
He spills his hot seed inside of me painting my walls. I whimper in relief and pleasure.
Jackson releases my hips, and I melt into the bed. He falls next to me and spoons me from behind.
It takes several moments for me to process what just happened.
I just had sex with Jackson Champion.
The same Jackson Champion who made four years of my life a living hell, yet here I was lying here in his arms like the two of us belonged together.
I want to roll away from him but I don’t have the strength.
“You don’t have to hold on to me so tightly, Jackson.”
“Don’t ruin this moment, Zora. I’ve waited a long time for this and I’m going to savor every second of it.”
Admittedly, I enjoyed the sex much more than I thought I would but at this end of the day, we were only here because he’d practically blackmailed me into this situation.
“You keep saying that but I still can’t wrap my head around any of it.”
“What don’t you understand, Zora.”
“Jackson, if we’re going to do this thing for however long you see fit, can we at least be honest with each other. Please don’t convince me my experience twelve years ago didn’t happen. Don’t pretend you didn’t used to torment me or isolate me from the rest of the kids in school. I only had one friend because everyone else was scared to cross the Jackson Champion.”
He doesn’t respond right away. It’s better than a lie I guess but is it too much to expect an apology at the very least. Maybe he simply can’t do it because of the privileged life he’s led.
“Would it make a difference if I apologized?” he finally asked which surprised me because I didn’t think he’d even acknowledge what he did.
“There’s no point in offering one if you’re not actually sorry. I don’t know if you’re capable of remorse, Jackson.”
“Whether you believe it or not, I have feelings too, Zora.”
“Yet you refuse to acknowledge mine and how you treated me. What was it about me that made you go out of your way to treat me like a pariah.”
His hold loosens on me but he doesn’t let me go. “I made a lot of mistakes, back then, Zora. A lot of them, I’m not proud of but the truth is, I wanted to be your friend but it wasn’t possible back then.”
“Why? Because you were ashamed to be with the fat black girl.”
“If I had a problem with your weight, we wouldn’t be here right now. And as for you being black, I’m a lot of things Zora, but a racist isn’t one of them. You saw the kind of people in my circle back then. Can you honestly say those are the people you wanted to hang out with?”
When put like that, he had a point. The Clique , was a superficial bunch of creeps who cared about status and who had the latest handbag or new pair of kicks.
“You’re probably right but you didn’t have to tell people to not be my friend.”
“I never told anyone not to be your friend. I admit there were a few guys I discouraged from sniffing around you but if anyone else decided not to be your friend based on how I felt about it are those the types of friends you actually wanted.”
“You sound like my father,” I sigh.
“Sounds like he’s a wise man. And if I remember correctly, you had a friend. That girl you always hung out with Lisa was her name I think.”
“Lea.” Lea and I are still friends although we weren’t as close as we had been in high school, mainly because we both had busy lives.
“Do you still keep in contact with her?”
“Yes, we’re supposed to meet up for lunch next week. We try to meet up when I visit Champion.”
“She still lives in this town?”
“She’s about a half hour away from here.” On graduation night she hooked up with Hans Rodgers, her crush and just before she went off to college, she found out she was pregnant. She ended up deferring college and staying home to take care of the twin boys she had.
She and Hans got married but they were divorced within two years. Now she was recently remarried and had a baby girl.
“I’m glad the two of you are still in contact. For what it’s worth, I never meant to isolate you or tell people not to be your friend.”
A lump forms in my throat. It’s not a apology but be it’s something, I guess. But I can’t help but ask, “Why? Why did you go out of your way to antagonize me.”
“If I told you, I don’t think you’d believe me.”
“Try me.”
He’s silent for a moment until finally saying. “Not now, Zora let me enjoy this moment.”
Why do I feel like he’s hiding something from me? But one of the rules of therapy is not to prod and when the time comes, if he wants to share whatever it is he will.
“Could you at least tell me how long you intend to keep this arrangement going? This thing can’t last forever.”
“That’s what you think.”
“Be serious, Jackson.”
“I am being serious. This will be over when I say it is.”
“So my life is just supposed to be on hold until you get tired of this game?”
“This isn’t a game, Zora. Perhaps you need another reminder.”
He lifts my leg and eases himself back into me.
I gasp as he stretches me to the hilt once again.
This man is going to be the death of me.