29. Ozzy #2
“Always, Tink. Just let me worship you.” He pulls my pants and underwear off, and instinctively, I go to cover my brand, but he’s faster.
His lips and tongue skate across the scars before traveling down to my inner thigh.
He grips my hips and throws my legs over his shoulders before looking up at me.
Fuck, he looks sinful down there, pupils dilated and a lust-filled smirk on his lips.
“I’m going to lick you,” he murmurs, not breaking eye contact.
I nod, watching his mouth make contact with my pussy.
It sends a jolt through me, and my body jerks again as I feel his tongue run up my slit.
“That’s a good girl. Now, here’s how we are going to do this.
” He kisses my clit, and I nearly cry as he pulls away and grabs his phone.
He taps it a few times before handing it and his earbud to me.
“You’re going to listen to this while my mouth is busy eating you out.
You will use your words and communicate with me the entire time, understood? ”
I think… I think I’ve short-circuited. I stare dumbly at the nearly feral-looking man, all but vibrating between my thighs, and nod. He growls in frustration and softly nips my inner thigh, causing me to moan.
“I said to use your words,” he states slowly. His voice is gentle but still holds this authoritative tone which causes a shudder to run through me. I hit the play button and put the bud in my ear.
“Hey baby,” Jackson’s way too sexy voice purrs in my ear. “You say stop, and it’s over, I promise. Now, are you going to let me taste you?”
Oh my god, this is not real life. This man actually made a recording of him dirty talking for me to listen to while he’s going down on me.
I stare down at Jackson, my eyes wide as I watch him stare up at me while he kisses my inner thigh. “Lick me,” I pant out. His blue eyes never leave mine as he moves to my center and runs the flat of his tongue up my slit. “H-Oh, my god!” I gasp, my hands gripping the back of his head.
He chuckles softly, doing it again.“Baby, we haven’t even started, and you’re already this tightly wound up?”
“Shut up and do it again,” I pant out, and he does, up and down my slit. This man licks me like a goddamn ice cream cone, all while moaning in satisfaction as if I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
“ Baby, I’m telling you right now, I want you to look down at me and see what you’re doing to me.
I have been a starving man, and you’ve presented me with a goddamn feast. Relax that pretty ass of yours because I’m going to savor every last bit of you.
I’m not coming up for air until I’ve consumed you completely.
Now, knowing you—you’re being quiet. If you don’t open that pretty mouth and tell me what you want, we’re gonna have a problem. Make me happy and speak.”
This man, he will be the end of me. I know it. “I need more,” I whine after another moment. He quirks a brow at me, and I growl in frustration and tug his hair to move him towards my clit. “Please,” I beg.
Jackson moves his tongue away and stares up at me. “Ozzy, I told you, you don’t beg. You want it. You demand it. Use. Your. Words.” I stare up at the ceiling, his intense gaze becoming too much.
“Jackson,” I manage through my nerves and embarrassment. “I want you to do like you are saying on the recording. I want you to consume me like you’ve been left to fucking starve.”
“Keep talking like that”—his voice is full of such a deep, hungry lust it makes me shiver—“and you’ll never walk again.”
“Ohh… Jackson!” I moan as he sucks and licks me. I can feel his hands on either side of my center, spreading my lips apart so he can better access me. “Uhhh! Y-yeah!” I whimper, grinding up against his mouth. He growls in approval, and I feel the vibrations inside me.
“You still with me, baby?” Jackson’s recording asks. “You are doing so well. God, I just know your pussy is so wet for me. Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
Looking down, I see Jackson nuzzling and tongue fucking me like it’s what’s going to get him into heaven.
“You taste so goddamn good,” he pants between licks. I feel his finger near my entrance, and my body stiffens. “Do you want me inside you?” he asks, and the air whooshes out of me as I nod several times. He smirks and kisses the inside of my thigh before inserting a finger inside me.
“You with me, Tink?” he confirms, and I give him a tight “Uh huh.” It feels good, or it would if I could calm the fuck down. Shut up, brain, and enjoy the hot rancher finger and tongue fucking you! He’s done this to you before. Relax.
“Grab my head.” His recording pulls me out of my thoughts. “ And fuck my face, baby. Stay in charge. You got this. If you’re still going, well…go me. Now, show me who’s boss.”
“You feel so good,” Jackson praises lowly, and I whimper at the feel of him pushing up against my wall as I take the earbud out.
“God, you’re so wet.” I feel him lean in and kiss my clit before teasing it with his tongue while adding another finger.
“Good girl, I feel you arching that perfect ass.” He smirks before sucking my clit.
“Fuck!” I cry out as I grip his head, pushing him against me; his beard is rough against my flesh, and it causes goosebumps to erupt.
“More!” I cry out, grinding against his face with more force as I feel the tension building.
I feel Jackson’s massive arms turn to steel around my thighs as he grips me and rolls us over on the bed so I’m straddling his face.
He grips my hips, urging me to grind against him, and I do as I’m told, without mercy.
Gripping his headboard, I grind against his torturous mouth, and he licks, sucks and bites me.
Throwing my head back, I cuss towards the ceiling as he hits the spot, the perfect spot that causes the tightness building inside my body to snap.
“Oh! Oh no! Jackson, I think I’m… Oh god!” I cry out, feeling wave after wave of toe-curling pleasure wash over my body. Jackson doesn’t stop or slow. He continues to lap me up until I tell him I can’t take anymore.
Once he releases me, I’m a shaking mess, my body so alive right now. Jackson pulls me to him and starts kissing my fingertips, knuckles, and wrist. It makes me want to cry, watching him try different techniques to keep my mind focused while I come back down.
“Do you know…” he questions while nipping my jaw, and I can hear the grin in his voice. “That when you come, your nose wrinkles?”
“I don’t remember humiliation being one of the grounding techniques we went over,” I deadpan as he moves to look me in the eyes.
“Tink, I want you to hear me when I say this, alright?” His voice is direct and serious, causing me to forgo the annoyance and look him straight on.
“You have nothing to be humiliated ov–girl. I swear to god you keep rolling those eyes, and I’ll give you a reason to,” he warns, and… fuck, did that just turn me on?
“I’m serious, Tink. You did amazing. As much as I would love for my cock or tongue to be the magic cure-all for your trauma, it’s not. But that’s alright, because I’ll keep trying, and you’ll keep trying, right?”
My bottom lip pouts out as I stare at him. “You’re really fucking sweet,” I whisper, causing him to chuckle.
“Yeah, I’m a fucking treasure,” he mutters and I snort into his chest.
“I love–this.” I stiffen, and Jesus Christ, Ozzy, nice fucking save. Jackson doesn’t still or stiffen like I do; instead, he molds against me, kissing the top of my head.
“I love this too.”