14. Jackson
Chapter fourteen
Jackson
I lean back in the velour lounge chair, twirling the ice in my glass.
“Is there anything I can get for you, Mr. Blake?”
I keep my focus on the amber liquid. “Keep them coming,” I say, raising my glass. The waitress nods and walks off to tend to my order.
I’ve never been a jealous man. Jealousy is for the weak and less advantageous. I have everything I need at the tip of my fingers, everyone eating out of the palm of my hand. I want for nothing. Except for two things.
The approval of my son.
And now her.
I take a sip of my drink, my fingers gripping the crystal. Let’s leave the grown-ups alone and go up to your room. That little brat was playing games. I saw the way she looked at Samantha. Jealousy oozed from her pores. It got me rock hard. I could have put her mind at ease, but I wanted to toy with her. We’d stopped by the house so I could let Noah know I’d be attending a business dinner and to order food for himself and Georgia. To my surprise, I caught them in a state of drunkenness.
Now, I was the one oozing jealousy. What the hell had they been doing? Had they rekindled their relationship? Fucked and made up? My mind raced with fury as I’d taken in their appearance. Her flushed cheeks. His smile hadn’t led me to believe they’d just been sitting around catching up.
And then her comment. She had no idea who she was playing with. I slam my drink back as it’s replaced with another.
“Is there anything—”
“No,” I snap, needing to be alone with my thoughts.
If my anger hadn’t amused Samantha, I would have shown my cards, stormed upstairs, ripped her out of his room by her hair, and dragged her into mine—shown her what happens when you mess with a man like me. She was hurt. I saw it. But I don’t play these games. I don’t allow someone, let alone a little girl, to make moves in hopes of coming out on top.
Instead, I pushed down the bitterness and went to dinner, entertaining Samantha, one of my long-time clients and close friends. I fought the urge to text Noah, demanding answers. I almost called the office and ordered Sarah to give me the contact info for a certain intern so I could threaten her if her next orgasm came from my son.
Fuck.
I grab my new drink and take an eager sip, the bitterness of it matching the sourness in my stomach. I’m jealous of my fucking son. The girl in his arms right now should be in mine. The crystal in my hand is on the verge of shattering as I imagine her in his bed, her mouth on his, giving him her sweet cunt…
I should have fucked her that night in the kitchen. Showed her who she’s made for. Noah didn’t know what he had, and he lost her. That’s on him. His chance is up. She belongs to me.
I down my drink and leave the club.
I enter my house and walk up the stairs, pausing at Noah’s room. Twisting the knob, I push his door open. A surge of anger floods my system at the sight of them asleep in his bed. My fists clench as I step inside, my gaze fixed on Georgia. If I go any further, there will be no turning back. Once I open that Pandora’s box, there’s no closing it.
She stirs, her eyes fluttering open. “Jackson?” My cock swells at her soft, groggy voice.
I reach down, brushing my thumb along her lower lip. “Let’s go, Peach.” I don’t wait for my words to register and move away with steady steps and head to my bedroom. She walks in moments later, eyeing me as I stand by the end of my bed, unbuttoning my cufflinks. The fact that she’s only in a T-shirt both angers and arouses me. “Shut the door. Lock it.”
She hesitates, and I wonder if she’s changed her mind. Her eyes roam down my chest and stomach, stopping at the tightness in my slacks. “Didn’t get enough from the blonde?”
She’s angry. Jealous. And it only makes me harder. “What’s it gonna be, Peach?”
She sucks in her bottom lip. Her nipples poke through her shirt, and I have to tell my cock to settle down. Another beat passes before she turns, shuts the door, and locks it. My forbidden fruit is wounded, frowning as she meets my gaze.
“Come here.”
She steps closer. “Take off your shirt,” I order. She grips the hem in her small hands and pulls it over her head. I can’t help but admire her beautiful tits. They’re flawless.
I tell myself to be gentle with her. But the mixture of need and bourbon has me reaching out and capturing her neck. I spin her around, pressing her against my chest. “You know what this means, right?”
“That you’re finally going to fuck me?”
My cock twitches against her ass. I thrust my fingers into her hair, gripping with a force that causes her to wince. But I know she loves it. And she’s going to love being punished by my hands. My cock. If she’s lucky, I’ll use my tongue in every hole and fuck her until she’s crying my name. Just the thought of her coming in my mouth has my grip tightening further.
“It means I own every piece of this body. These tits…” I reach for one, squeezing the plump flesh in my hand. My cock jolts in anticipation as her nipple hardens between my fingertips. As much as I could fondle her perfect tits all day, I release her and work my hand down her taut belly and past her perfectly shaved pussy, sliding my fingers through her slickness. She’s absolutely drenched. “This cunt is mine to do whatever the fuck I want with.” I slip a thick finger past her lips, pushing deep inside her, soaking the rim of my knuckle in her heat. “I get to shove my finger, my cock, any fucking fat toy into this beautiful cunt whenever I please.” Her thighs tremble, and I get off on her strangled breath. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She nods as I work my finger in and out. Knowing one finger isn’t enough for her, I add another, hooking them in a “come hither” motion. “Are you hungry, my needy little slut?”
She pushes her ass back, needing more. Always so fucking hungry. “What do you want, hungry girl?”
“Your cock,” she moans, her voice raspy.
No hesitation. Fuck, I’m hard as steel. I bet she’s been thinking about how good her tight pussy would feel wrapped around me. The image of her on her knees in my shower, devouring my cock, gagging on it. I was too big for her small mouth, but she managed, sucking me off until my balls tightened to the point of pain. No sight has been more beautiful. Hell, I may have to get off on her mouth before I take her wet cunt. Then maybe I’ll take her ass.
I own her.
Not my son.
Me.
“And what are you going to do to earn my cock, sweet girl?” I thrust in and out, adding a third finger, stretching her. She’s so tight. The way she’s going to hug my cock drives me mad.
“Anything, please. I’ll do anything.”
God, I love the way she begs. She’ll do anything I want. Bend to my will. As much as I want to suffocate her with my cock, I want to taste her more. She’s going to think she’s earned it, though, which means I’ll have to punish her later. She’s not getting away with the bullshit she tried to pull tonight. If she thinks she can make me jealous using my own damn son, she’s dead wrong—or exactly right since all I’ve seen is red.
She started this game. She better be ready to finish it.
I pull my fingers from her, and she lets out a frustrated groan at the loss. A low chuckle rumbles from my chest. “Please. I told you. I need you. Do anything to me. I can take it.”
Her desperation turns me on like no other. My perfect little slut. Stepping back, I undress and fist my cock, rubbing my pre-cum over the tip. I pump once, twice, needing slight relief. “On the bed, Peach,” I order, admiring her glistening pussy. It’s perfect. Mine to destroy. “Face in the mattress. Ass up.” Like an obedient pet, she does as she’s told. I can’t help but stroke myself, loving the dip in her back as she poses, the way her silky hair splays over my pillow, her large breasts pressing against the sheets, offering an eyeful as they protrude on each side. And her ass… the milky skin about to hold marks from my hand. Tonight, she’s going to learn what happens when you provoke a man like me.
I release my cock and place my hands on her ass cheeks. Fondling her flesh, I dip low and swipe my tongue along her slit. Her needy moans fill the air, and I fight not to ram my cock deep inside her. I want her to beg. Wither under my touch until she knows nothing but me.
“Jackson, please…” she pleads as I lap at her sex. She tastes like innocence—something I plan on destroying.
My tongue finds her slick center and slips inside her warmth. My fingers dig into her ass, pulling her cheeks apart. I want to devour her asshole just as much. I work in and out of her. She wiggles in my grip, and I pull one hand back and slap it across her ass cheek.
“Fuck, Jackson… more…”
That’s right. Beg, pet. Beg me to do awful things to you. To the point where your cries will be confused with pleasure. “So wet. Is this for me, slut?”
“Yes. I want you.”
“Do you? Just like you wanted my son?”
“No, I don’t—fuck…” She thrusts her ass into me, and I slap her hard. “I don’t want him. I just wanted to make you jealous. You were ignoring me. I wanted you to see… me…” Her words taper off at the feel of my hand grazing her back hole. “Jackson…”
“I don’t like little girls playing games, Georgia…” I wet a finger with her juices and circle her tight hole.
“I know. I’m sorry. I just needed—”
“Needed what?”
“You—I needed you— ahhh …”
Before she can finish, I slide my lubed finger past her puckered hole. She clenches around me. Needy girl. I continue to tongue-fuck her while my finger breaches her ass. She’s tight as fuck, but we can work on that. Next time I have her like this, she’s going to suck my cock while I fuck both of her holes. What a beautiful sight she would be with a dildo in her pretty cunt while my fingers are deep in her tight ass.
“You ever pull that shit again, you will regret it. Do you hear me?”
She nods in a frantic motion. “Yes.”
“You touch him again, I will punish you.”
“I won’t, I swear.”
“I will tease you and fuck you. Hold your orgasms ransom until you can’t see straight and the only thing you can think about is my cock. I will torture you to the brink of insanity.”
Her body shudders against mine. “I won’t, I promise.”
I chuckle against her slit. “Can’t imagine not feeling like this, can you?” I work both holes. Her legs shake, betraying how close she is. “Tell me who you belong to.” I stretch her asshole, sliding a second finger in. Her gravelly moan doesn’t allow her to answer. With my free hand, I slide three fingers inside her needy cunt.
“Jackson… fuck, I’m going to…”
“Tell me who you belong to, Georgia.”
My motions become aggressive. Seeing her like this, having her like this, watching my fingers disappear inside her beautiful holes…
“Answer me.”
“ You . I belong to you—”
I pull my fingers out, and she moans at the loss. Gripping my cock, I place it between her quivering thighs. I want to shove myself deep into her ass and show her what happens when she defies me. But I’ll use that pleasure for another time—when I work her to the brink of shattering. I press my throbbing cock against her opening and piston into her.
Her body shifts up the mattress, but I hold her hips in place as I ram into her over and over, taking exactly what I want without mercy. She hugs my cock like the innocent little girl she is, and I fuck her until my eyes start to cross. My grunts mix with her desperate moans. Her walls collapse, and when she starts to clench around me, I thrust deeper, fucking her harder.
“Beg me to let you come.” My fingers dig into her skin. If my son tries anything with her, there’s no doubt he’ll see my marks on her. “Beg me, Georgia.”
“Please, Jackson. Make me come. Dirty me up with your cum. Fuck me and ruin me.”
God, she knows the way to a filthy man’s heart. I drive into her, feeling my own orgasm peak. My balls tighten, and I swell even wider inside her. My dick starts to pulse, and I relentlessly plunge deeper as my cum fills her.
When my cock stops spasming, I pull out, my dick still dripping. My cum seeps out of her. I take two fingers and collect my mark and wipe it all over her ass cheeks. Pleased, I climb off the bed and inspect my work.
She’s barely holding herself up. She’s spent.
“I’m going to go shower.”
“Want me to come with you?” she asks, winded.
“You don’t get to shower, naughty girl.”
She cocks her head back. “What do you mean?”
“You asked for this. You wanted to prove your worth to me. You can go all day with my cum all over your ass so everyone knows who you belong to.”
“But—”
“Get too close to my son, and he may smell the sex on you. Maybe this will teach you to stay the fuck away from him.”
I walk away without a further glance, shutting the door behind me as I flip on the shower. If she hadn’t tried to pull that shit tonight, I would have pulled her in the shower with me, made her suck me off, fucked her against the marble…
But she needs to learn.
The next time I take her, she’ll fall in line. I’m not a nice man. And she will soon learn that.