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ROSIE

My blood is buzzing as Jackson explores my body, cupping my breasts in his hands and gently flicking my pebbled nipple. Any residual tiredness I felt earlier has evaporated, replaced with adrenaline and a burning lust that only the man in front of me can satiate.

I tilt my head to his lips, ready for him to push me to the bed and take control.

Give me the pleasure I’m craving. He gently runs his nose across mine, teasing me with the brush of his lips.

My eyes fall closed in anticipation when suddenly his hands travel across my body again, circling me until I feel him behind me.

“Open your eyes,” he breathes in my ear, his t-shirt pressing against the cool skin of my exposed back.

My eyes open and my gaze falls on the mirror on the opposite wall. I’m naked apart from my underwear and Jackson’s arm slung across my chest, my body on full display.

Jackson presses a kiss behind my ear as his fingertips ghost across my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“If only you could see yourself how I see you, Rosie.” I watch him in the mirror as his fingers trace my nipple, lightly tugging before his hand glides over my bump.

I bring my hand to his and watch our reflection as I interlock our fingers. A touch of boldness overtakes me as I guide his hand down further, reaching the crease between my thighs. He chuckles in my ear before he takes over, gently traces my clit through my soaked underwear.

His other hand comes back to my breasts as he gently pulls my underwear to the side, sliding his finger through my wetness.

“You’re soaked, Rosie.” He nips at my earlobe. “Do you like what you see?” He slides deeper, curling his finger inside me and I arch my back as I nod.

“Yes.” I whimper.

I can’t peel my eyes away from the mirror, watching his confident hands as one cups my breast and the other disappears between my thighs. The sensations overwhelm me. I feel powerful, like a goddess, revered and adored.

It’s not just me he’s touching, the Rosie standing in the middle of my new bedroom, but it’s her too.

The woman in the mirror. Confident and worshiped.

Beautiful. His thumb flicks at my clit and I nearly see stars.

My legs shake and I’d worry I won’t be able to hold myself upright if it wasn’t for his strong body behind me ready to catch me if I fall.

He flicks his other hand on my nipple in time with his attention on my clit, and I feel my orgasm race to the surface. My eyes fall closed in ecstasy,

“Eyes open, pretty girl. Watch yourself as you come in my arms.”

I peel my eyes open as my orgasm rushes through me, his dark stare drinking me in as I grind helplessly against his fingers.

I barely have a second to recover before he removes his hands from my underwear and brings his fingers to his mouth for a taste.

I whimper as my knees shake, only a few seconds from collapsing into a puddle but I can feel his hard erection against my back and I already know I’m not finished with this man. I don’t think I ever will be.

I reach behind me and feel him through his jeans. He groans as he grinds into me. “I thought you were tired?”

I shake my head, finally peeling my gaze away from the mirror to glance up at him.

He presses a searing kiss to my lips, the faint taste of myself on his tongue driving me wild as I turn in his arms and tug him towards the bed.

I pull on his shirt impatiently and our kiss breaks just enough for him to yank it all the way off. “Lie down.” I shiver at his commanding tone as I take a seat on the soft mattress, ready to do whatever he tells me to.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, Rosie,” he says, helping me shuffle up the bed until my head is resting on the pillow. “But you need that nap.” He straightens my underwear and rises.

I flick my leg out, stopping his retreat and dragging him back to the cradle of my thighs. “Don’t you dare.”

He chuckles as he returns to hover over me, shirtless and clad in tight jeans that make it look like he’s stepped off a photoshoot. I rake my nails across his abdomen, gently tracing each whirling tattoo before tugging at his belt impatiently.

He stands quickly and shucks his jeans, his cock bobbing at the motion and making my mouth water.

“Like what you see?” he teases.

I groan playfully. How can this man go from seducing me with his filthy words to cracking jokes that still turn me on? “Come and fuck me already.”

“Ask me nicely.”

I whimper as his hands return to my breasts, and he takes one in his warm mouth, tongue swirling around my nipple.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, fuck me.”

He presses a kiss to my lips before finally tugging my damp underwear down my thighs and spreading my legs wide. “Hold onto the headboard, pretty girl.”

I comply easily, my hands intertwining with the wooden slats.

“Good girl,” he praises as he gently slides his hand between my thighs, coating his fingers in my release.

“Fill me up, Jackson,” I plead.

He grabs a pillow and gently taps my hip until I tilt up. He slides it beneath me, the new position helping support my weight.

He tugs at his hard cock, and I wish I had free hands so I could do it for him. Feel him warm and heavy in my palm, swipe my fingers through the bead of precum on his tip.

He slaps his cock against my clit, dragging it through my wetness before catching my entrance and slowly pushing inside. I can’t help the moan that escapes as I clutch tighter to the headboard.

He tilts his hips, sliding deeper and deeper each time. His hands explore my body as I lay prone beneath him. I want to move, to feel his strong arms and tangle my fingers in his hair but he told me to hold on, so I do.

“Fuck, baby,” he moans as he teases his thumb on my clit.

“Jackson,” I whimper. “I’m so– ”

“You’re doing so good, baby.” He grinds further into me, his wicked fingers working in tandem with his thrusts until there’s nothing I can do to stop the waves of pleasure washing over me.

His hand tightens on my thigh as his own orgasm finds him, spilling deep inside me, just how I like it. His head comes to my chest and he runs his hands up my body, tugging at my wrists until I remove them from the headboard, my fingers stiff from how tightly they were clenched.

I rest my hands on his hair, tugging at the silky strands and pressing a kiss to his head. He slowly pulls out, sliding the pillow from underneath me and gently climbing off the bed.

My eyelids feel heavy, my body spent of energy, and I try to catch my breath.

I feel Jackson return and gently wipe between my thighs, but I can’t open my eyes anymore. He slides in bed beside me, pressing a kiss to my cheek.

“Rosie,” he murmurs.

“Hmm?”

“You need to take your contacts out,” Jackson reminds me, chuckling as I groan. I reluctantly peel my eyes back open just enough to fish them out.

“Sleeping now.” I mumble as I climb back into bed and burrow into his arms. “Wake me up in a bit.”

He tugs the blanket over both of us and presses a kiss to my forehead, “You sleep, baby. I’ll be here when you wake up.”