Tempted in a Forbidden Fire with a Billionaire

CHAPTER 3

“Touch me, touch me everywhere. Show me what living is about,” I begged, trying to pull at his waistband.

“Sht, you’re so damn beautiful,” Jackson praised, grabbing each of my breasts in his hands, squeezing them for the first time. Even through my bra, the intimate touch was wonderful.

“So are you,” I whimpered against his touch. “Take my leggings off, please Jackson.”

His fingers laced around my waistband before he stopped. “Fck, I shouldn’t Gretch. We

shouldn’t.”

I couldn’t let it end. I wanted everything he could offer. “I want to touch you. I’ve never touched a c**k, sir. Please let me touch yours... Let me put it in my mouth.”

His eyes widened and his jaw clenched. “Who the f**k taught you that ‘sir’ s**t?” He wasn’t complaining though, he was mesmerized by every stroke of my voice to his ears. As if he hated that it sounded good to him.

I shrugged. “Just feels right to say. Can I try? I want to do it so badly, Jackson.”

The resolve he had remained faded. “You want to learn how to sck me, baby?”

My panties nearly caught on fire when he called me. Well, they would have if I were wearing any. I nodded frantically as he pulled me up off of the couch. Getting to my knees before him, I reached for his waistband and slowly pulled his c**k free, letting his pajamas fall to his ankles. He was quite literally throbbing and bigger than even I imagined in my dreams.

“Sit down, I want you to relax,” I encouraged, pushing his thighs. He did.

I crawled closer, sitting on my knees in only my bra and leggings in front of him. My hands glided up his thighs and wrapped around his c**k. I couldn’t fit him in both of my fists, he was too long, and my fingers couldn’t even close around him. “Show me how, I want to do it so good for you.”

Jackson took my hair in his hands and used the grip to bring my face closer. He kept one of my hands at the base of his c**k and pulled the other way. He told me to kiss the tip and lick the shaft before he finally asked me to open it wide for him. He barely fit in my mouth without scraping my teeth.

“Screwed,” he said. “So fcking screwed for you, dollface.”

The thought of Jackson being ruined even a fraction as badly as he’d ruined me motivated my every move. I sucked harder, explored him with my hands, massaging his balls softly while I worked.

He moaned more curses as I sucked him deeper. His slightly salty taste forced me to salivate and drip all over his pelvis. Jackson's skin was softer than my favorite silks, even as hard as he was, and I couldn’t get enough of the intoxicating combination.

I let his c**k fall from my lips with a pop as my jaw started to hurt. “Can we see if it will fit somewhere else?” Licking the wetness from my lips, I blinked at him.

“Sht, Gretch,” he groaned, carefully letting go of my hair. “Let’s go to your room. Your first time shouldn’t be on the goddamn couch.”

I got to my feet before he could change his mind.

We stumbled into my doorway, kissing like the couples in my favorite movies always did, except Jackson's pants were missing. I liked that very much.

As we slipped into my bedroom, Jackson turned the lights dim and ordered me to strip. He instructed me to go slow, and to keep my eyes on him. I didn’t need to be told twice, especially because he fisted his c**k with every move I made. It was difficult to look away from the act. Jasper stroked himself, circling the head and pulling his down at his base tightly. I decided I was going to remember that he liked that specific movement and store it away to use later on.

I let my bra fall off of me like a natural, letting gravity do most of the work for me. When I slid my leggings down each of my thighs and stepped out of them, his eyes darkened. Those eyes scanned me, hot on my skin like a blaze.

“What’s a girl like you doing without panties on, Gretchen?”

“Waiting for a man like you to notice I’m not wearing them and do something about it,” I breathed, attempting to be brave.

“A man like me, dollface?” he asked, stalking closer. We were inches from each other, the tension nagging at me. All I wanted was for the talking to end.

I needed so much more than his words. I needed him to savor me and allow me to do the same for him.

“No. You. Just you,” I promised honestly. It was only Jasper I saw when I played with myself. It was him in my dreams, and it always would be.

He nodded, reaching out to touch me. “Don’t move.”

That was not an easy task. Not as his warm fingers traced the shape of me, running along my hips, stomach, ribs and then higher, just beneath my breasts.

“Beautiful,” he murmured absently, tracing my collarbones instead of going for the touch I wanted desperately. “Every inch of you. f*****g. Perfect.”

I swallowed. “For you.”

“You sure, dollface? It’s not too late to back out. I don’t fck like a gentleman, Gretchen. Even if you're a virgin, I can’t take it easy on you,” he warned, finally pulling one of my exposed n*****s between his fingers and pinching it. A moan rippled through me when his mouth clamped around my neck. “It’s just how I do things. I fck hard, and I don’t cuddle afterward. Do you understand?”

His lips pecked at the sensitive skin underneath my ear.

I sucked in a gasp. “Stop warning me, please. I’m nervous because you’re you, and I’m me. I– I’m not good at being sexy, and you might as well be a professional at it. But I want you to fck me harder than you’ve ever fcked anyone. Don’t hold back because you think I need it. Make me cry when I come. Please, pretty please, sir–”

My begging was cut off by his mouth slamming into mine so hard I thought my lips would bleed. He picked me up by my ass and wrapped my legs around his waist, locking them in place.