Chapter 23 #3
While staring my future murderer in the eyes, I slap him straight across the cheek. Much like when his hand smacked my ass, mine provided the same glorious sound. Red appears on his flesh from the hit, and as a result, his fingers tap against my thighs. “Do it again,” he growls.
I hesitate, thinking that he's just going to hit me back. Instead, he lowers his chest and his face to allow me easier access. Jackson breathes into me. “Again,” he says, this time very much an order.
My body trembles all the way up to my hands.
I want to hurt him for taking me. For getting me caught up in his mess and on his brother's radar, but most importantly for pulling at my heartstrings while being a terrible person.
My hand sails through the air, contacting the side of his face.
The impact is harder than the first one.
“Hmmm,” he says at the same time one of his hands releases my thighs.
Adrenaline shoots through me and boils over.
Hitting him feels so good that I don't want to stop.
I go to hit him again, and I do, but this time Jackson has come up with his own way of payback.
At the same time my hand connects with his flushed skin, his fingers thrust inside my pussy.
I gasp, back arching. I slap him again, even angrier than I was a few seconds ago.
“Let it out,” he whispers with a slight curve on his lips.
His fingers go deeper this time, being sure to flex and spread me from the inside.
Dots dance in front of my eyes, either from being furious or because of the pleasure spreading across my core.
I can’t tell which. Fuck, it’s probably both.
I shake my head and try to close my legs.
“I hate you.” This time, I pouch him with a fist right on his chest wound.
Jackson stands still, eyes closed, as if he’s getting high off the pain.
Who am I kidding? I know he is. He’s told me he loves pain, and I’ve just served it to him on a silver platter.
“You should hate me,” he replies. His arms slide under my waist, and the next thing I know, Jackson tosses me onto the floor.
I land on my stomach and try to crawl away.
His fingers hook my ankle and pull me back.
The carpet catches my nipples, causing them to burn from the friction.
“And I should despise you. If you were at all like the others, I would have already broken your neck and tossed your body God knows where.”
Should. He should despise me. I shake my head as he leans against my back. Using his knees, he spreads my legs apart. I brace myself for his impending onslaught. My heart hammers against my ribs, the movements so hard against the floor. “But you don’t.” I say as a statement instead of a question.
“Despise is a long way away from like or even love.” At this statement, Jackson plunges his cock into my pussy.
I bite my lip from making the sound I know he wants to hear.
My belly pushes into the carpet as he forces my legs to stay planted along with the rest of my body.
Using his arms and hands, he places them on the middle of my back, applying just enough pressure so that I can’t move.
Jackson thrusts in and then out, going so far that only his head remains in me.
“You say that you hate me, little fire.” He pumps into me again.
My pussy clenches around him as a familiar pressure builds.
“But you are greedy.” He moves again, this time driving into me harder.
“Listen to the sounds your cunt makes as it takes my cock.”
With each thrust, I hear just how wet I am.
Jackson moves against me, driving his cock into my most sensitive spot.
As much as I think it, my body most definitely does not loathe him.
I’m dripping, so much so I can feel it going down my inner thighs.
Not only that, but a familiar warmth is spreading through my belly and beyond.
And all I can do is take it. Take him as he thrusts relentlessly.
He is right. Despite the lack of common sense, I am greedy.
I want him to devour all parts of my body and my mind.
To show me a place so filled with raw pleasure, I forget everything that haunts me.
Maybe that’s what he needs too.
Jackson shifts slightly so that only one hand is on top of my back. The other is God knows where-but I secretly hope I will feel it soon against my ass. Holding my breath, I wait for impact, but with one last thrust, Jackson pulls out. Turning my head slightly, I watch him as he strokes himself.
“On your hands and knees,” he orders, voice deep.
I want to obey, but something tells me to wait.
Jackson steps forward to place himself in front of my head instead of behind me.
Taking my chin in his hand, he lifts my face so that we make eye contact.
His eyes are swimming in vivid colors of blue and gold, but there’s fire beneath them too.
If I am not careful, that fire and heat will swallow me whole.
He leans closer still, his lips inches from mine.
I think for a moment that he might kiss me-a realization of something he has not done yet.
A shiver runs down my spine at the thought.
His voice breaks the silence between us. “Such a brat,” he whispers before pushing my head down into the carpet. His hands are everywhere now, stroking my breasts, my stomach, right down to my knees, where he situates them to hold me up.
“Stay put, little fire,” Jackson orders as his fingers trace around my back hole.
“You're already in enough trouble.” Suddenly, his tongue finds the same spot his fingers just were. He licks me, tongue circling between my pussy and my ass. My fingers dig into the carpet and my vision blurs. I muffle a moan because my face is still planted into the floor.
“You are on the edge,” he says while stopping his oh so perfect invasion. I have to fight hard to keep myself from searching out his mouth.
Jackson chuckles, clearly entertained by my need to have him.
“What’s wrong? Do you need to cum, Madelyn?
” His voice is smooth. And mysterious, like he's waiting for me to protest. But the only thing I want is for him to say my name again.
My real name. The name that makes me human.
Pleasure radiates through me is his fingers once again rub against my back hole.
“Jackson…,” I murmur as my whole body trembles. “I won’t be able to stop it.”
“You will not cum without permission.” Permission?
He carefully inserts the tip of his finger inside my back hole.
I cry out at finally being able to feel his fingers there.
He strokes my spine, all the way up to the base of my neck.
My breath catches as his cock rubs against my back hole before pushing its way inside. “Do you understand?”
I gasp. Fuck. Not getting an answer, he thrusts in deeper until I’ve taken all of him.
“Your ass takes my cock so well.” He pushes out before thrusting back in. “I'll miss your tight cunt. You're perfect little ass.”
I whimper at his words. At how his cock feels. I can barely stand to take all of him. Jackson makes my body feel overloaded with pleasure and pain. My body jerks forward, but it doesn't help at all. He grips my waist tighter and keeps pumping into me.
Everything keeps building and I can't escape it. My heart races as a droplet of Jackson’s sweat lands on my lower back. But it's not just me having trouble. Jackson is too. I can tell by how tightly he holds me. He's demanding and in charge of both our pleasures.
I close my eyes as another wave of pleasure goes through me. Jackson slaps my ass, and I let it all go. I climb over the high and beyond, free of the pain and only experiencing the ecstasy only Jackson can provide.
Jackson sighs, “Such a beautiful sound.” He pulls out. His hand slips between my legs and cuffs my clit. “But you didn’t ask before you came, did you?”
I didn’t. But that’s because I wasn’t going to ask. I shake my head in response.
“You always have to find a way to defy me, little fire,” Jackson whispers as his fingers flick my clit.
A sudden sharpness spans across my center.
He leans over me so that his cock hovers against the opening of my pussy.
He flicks me again, this time more than once.
I shudder and find myself trembling. “More,” I murmur, surprising even myself with that declaration.
His hand travels up, leaving my clit, only to stop at my breast. He strokes my nipple, leaving goosebumps trailing across my skin. “More, what?” He breathes against my back. “This?” His fingers wrap around my nipple and twist. I hiss at the sting.
My pussy aches just as Jackson uses his erection to stroke against my opening. “Or do you miss my cock already?” As much as I hate him, my body doesn’t care not one little bit. It demands him. Even welcomes his touch like a traitor.
“Both,” I plead. I hang my head, accepting defeat.
“Good,” Jackson says, while leaving off the one word that would ruin everything.
I go still waiting for him to say the rest, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he twists my other nipple just as his cock slips inside my pussy.
I call out and my eyes roll toward the back of my head.
Jackson cuffs both breasts and pulls. “Your pussy is clenching my cock. Relax.”
I force myself to take a deep breath. Jackson thrusts further in.
“That’s it.” He moves against me harder, just as he grips my hair at the back of my nape.
“My whore.” Yes. I gasp as he pulls my hair tight, like a rope.
“A whore who likes pain.” I do. Jackson thrusts faster now, causing pleasure to build.
“A whore that has to ask before she cums,” he reminds me. I still won’t.
No man has ever asked me what I want before they did what they desired.
So why should I allow Jackson to take the only thing I have left?
The control over my own orgasms. But Jackson doesn't seem to understand nor care as his cock continues to go in and out of my pussy. Another one is building quickly.
My arms lower so that it's now my elbows holding my weight instead of my hands. My cut burns, and I notice new blood droplets landing on the carpet. But this new angle makes Jackson’s cock push through the ever-mounting pressure at my core.
“I can feel your cunt throbbing around my cock,” Jackson says.
He doesn't let up. Not even a little. “Say it,” he growls.
He tugs on my hair, and I lose it. The pleasure is just too much.
A moan escapes my mouth, loud and shrill, as if I have finally freed my voice from a cage.
Maybe it has because I've never felt pleasure this intense before.
Jackson pulls out before I can completely finish.
Grabbing me by the shoulders, he throws me on top of him.
Our eyes lock as he says, “Hypocritical, little fire.
You say you don't want to be used, but it seems you don't mind using my cock.
Ride me since you refuse to give me what I want.
But make no mistake, you won't be getting off until I am satisfied.”