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Chapter Forty-Six

IZZIE

I ate my meal as fast I could so I could return to my room before the guys finished theirs. I didn’t want anyone offering to walk me to my room, since Jackson couldn’t for obvious reasons.

Now I’m in bed, waiting for him, but staying awake is proving hard. I shouldn’t have ordered that second chocolate martini. My eyelids are heavy and almost completely shut when the knock on my door finally comes.

I jump out of bed, but before opening the door, I ask, “Who is it?”

“Some punk kids ready to prank you,” Jackson jokes.

I open the door and say, “Ha-ha, very fu?—”

He comes in, trapping my face between his large hands and cutting me off with his hungry mouth. I surrender to him in an instant, closing my eyes. I know the door is closed only because I hear the bang. He must have kicked it shut.

With his mouth fused to mine, Jackson keeps nudging me backward until I reach the edge of the bed and fall over it. “Someone is eager.”

He’s already unbuttoning his shirt when he replies, “You have no idea. Why aren’t you naked yet?”

Pouting, I say, “I thought you liked this dress.”

“I’ll like it better off you.”

I hike up the skirt, giving him a peek at my lack of underwear. I laugh when his eyes bug out.

“Don’t tell me you weren’t wearing panties the entire evening,” he replies gruffly.

“Fine. I won’t.”

Something feral shines in his eyes. He joins me in bed, nudging my legs apart with his knee. “You’re telling me you were hanging out with my friends while your pussy was completely bare?”

“Yes,” I whisper. “What’s the problem?”

“The problem…” he lifts my skirt until it bunches up around my waist, and then he brings his face inches from where I so desperately need him to be “…is that no one is allowed near your naked pussy but me.”

He dives in, sucking my clit into his mouth, while flattening his palm over my pelvis to keep me in place. My hips buck nonetheless, as my entire body becomes electric, buzzing with need.

“Jackson!” I shout, grabbing a fistful of his hair.

He doesn’t stop, but continues with his merciless attack, alternating between sucking and licking not only my clit, but my entire pussy. Suddenly, the room starts to spin, making me dizzy, and tingles of pleasure spread through my body.

“Oh my God!” I cry out as Jackson takes me soaring high. I feel as light as a feather, completely boneless while shaking from head to toe.

Jackson only pulls back when I relax against the mattress. My moment of reprieve doesn’t last long, though. He flips me around and drags my ass up in the air.

“What are you doing?” I turn, leaning on my forearms.

“I’m staking my claim, gorgeous.” He flattens his hand between my shoulder blades and pushes my face back on the mattress. “Now don’t move. This will be a ride.” He enters me with a hard push, sliding in with ease. “Fuck. You’re so ready for me, my sweet Izzie.”

I close my eyes and press my feverish cheek against the coolness of the bed sheet.

“Open your eyes, gorgeous. I want you to watch me fuck your tight pussy.”

I clench my walls in response. I love when Jackson is dirty and bossy. But I can’t help giving him a hard time. “Is this the best you can do?”

He narrows his eyes. “Are you sure you want me to go harder? I don’t want to hinder your ability to dance at the wedding.”

“I can take it.”

He increases his speed, pistoning in and out of me hard enough to rattle the bed. But it’s not enough. I need more.

“Punish me,” I murmur.

“What?”

“Slap my ass. I’ve been a bad girl, after all.”

His nostrils flare, and pure desire shines in his eyes. “Do you want a little bit of pain, beautiful?”

“Yes,” I reply, already breathless.

“Then beg for it.”

Tingles of pleasure run down my spine. I’m close to another orgasm. “I’m already on my knees.”

“I need you to say it,” he says amidst powerful thrusts. He hasn’t slowed down at all during our convo.

“More than anything right now. Please, Jackson.”

“I love you,” he rasps as if he’s saying it for the first time. It’s not just empty words spoken in the heat of the moment. I can feel them in my heart. But then he smacks my butt cheek, scrambling my thoughts.

The sharp pain makes every cell in my body sing, but it also brings tears to my eyes. Or maybe it isn’t the pain that’s making me misty eyed. It’s Jackson’s heartfelt declaration.

I cry out louder than before when he makes me come again. His concern about my ability to dance tomorrow is valid. I’m not sure I can even walk. He groans when he climaxes, and his fingers are definitely going to leave a mark on my ass. I can’t distinguish what’s pain and what’s pleasure. All I know is that Jackson is making me feel glorious, and I never want to let him go.