My hands filtered through his hair as he switched between my n*****s, kneading flesh with steady pressure, and teasing my bundle of nerves with his tongue until I was arching into him.
He played my body like it belonged to him, and by the time he raised his head, I was wet and dripping all over again, my heat slick and craving him.
His hungry and dark gaze never left my face. Lust filled his eyes, like he wanted to devour me whole.
And without breaking the intensity of that lust-filled stare, he climbed out of bed, standing at the edge with his chest rising and falling heavily.
His fingers hooked into the waist of his pants before dragging them down in one swift motion.
Jackson wasn't wearing briefs. His c**k sprang alive freely… rigid, thick, and unapologetically hard, li
