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The possessiveness in my voice surprises even me. But watching her today, seeing her in her element, knowing she's been hiding this part of herself...

I want to strip away every defense she has. Every wall she's built. Every reason she thinks she needs to run from this world.

From me.

"Jackson, please—"

I dive back in, tongue fucking her with a hunger I didn't know I possessed. There's nothing soft about it. This is raw hunger.

My tongue drives in deep, my nose nudging her clit, my chin soaked in her sweet juices. I can feel her walls fluttering, her whole body winding tighter and tighter.

Her walls clench around me, and I can feel her getting close. Her breathing turns ragged, her thighs shaking with the effort of staying upright.

I could stay here forever. Making her come apart with just my mouth. Over and over and over again.

"Come for me," I demand against her clit, the vibration making her gasp. "Come on my tongue, Cassie."

"Oh, Jackson!" she moans, breath ragger, body arching. She grabs the back of my head and shoves me deeper into her cunt, like she wants to drown in this.

"That's it, good girl. Good fucking girl."

Her orgasm crashes through her with brutal force. She screams my name, body seizing, thighs clamping tight around my head as she rides my tongue through every pulse of pleasure. Her hips jerk uncontrollably, and I lap at her through it, tongue chasing every drop of her come, licking her like it’s the only thing that matters.

She tastes better than anything I’ve ever known. Sweet, hot, fuckingferal.

I hold her steady as she trembles, licking gently now, tender, soothing strokes that make her shiver and twitch from oversensitivity.

Finally, she gasps, pushing at my head, her fingers weak and shaking.

“Too much,” she breathes. “I can’t…”

I press a kiss to her inner thigh, then sit back on my heels, panting like I’ve just run a marathon.

She’s a vision.

Leaning against the door, hair wild, cheeks flushed, chest heaving with every shaky breath. Her pussy is still wet and swollen, pink and glistening from my mouth.

My cock is so hard it's painful, straining against my sweatpants, but all I can think about is how beautiful she looks falling apart because of me.

"Fuck," she breathes, sliding down the door until she's eye level with me. "That was—"

I capture her mouth with mine, letting her taste herself on my tongue. She moans into the kiss, her hands fumbling with the waistband of my sweats.

"Bed," she demands against my lips. "Now."

I lift her easily, one arm braced beneath her ass, the other splayed across her back as her legs lock tight around my waist.

She clings to me like I’m oxygen. Her mouth is insistent, devouring every groan that slips between us.

We crash into the bed in a tangle of limbs and she pushes at my sweatpants. I kick them off, shoving her panties aside as I strip the last barrier from her body until we're both gloriously naked.

The sight of her laid out beneath me steals the breath from my lungs.

God. She’sdevastating.

That gorgeous new hair she's worn so well all day, the waves of blonde spilling across my pillow like a halo, her flushed cheeks glowing in the dim lamplight.

Her perfect plump tits rise with every shaky breath, soft and full with nipples that beg for my mouth. Her legs are spread wide, slick and glistening with everything I just tasted from her.