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J agger wasn't sure how she managed to strip him of his clothes so fast the moment they were back in his room, but as her tongue traced the elastic band of his black boxer briefs, he really didn't care.

"You sure you don't want to wait?" Jagger offered, his fingers threading through her hair as she continued to drive him crazy. Her teeth pulled on his waistband before letting go with a 'snap' as it settled against his hips again.

Jagger let out a chuckle. "I'll take that as a 'no'."

"That was a 'hell no'," Sadie mumbled as she hooked her thumbs in his waistband and pulled them down in one swift motion, his thick erection bobbing in front of her face like a beacon. Jagger didn't have time to step out of them before her lips wrapped around him eagerly.

"Sweets," he hissed as her tongue swirled around the tip before taking the rigid length of him deep inside her, hitting the back of her throat. "Fuck me, you look gorgeous down there." Sadie made an appreciative moan and stretched her left hand up to claw her nails quickly down the tattoo of the serpent that covered his hip and thigh.

Jagger's arm shot out behind him to brace against the wall because he was sure he was about to fall over. His other hand reached down to tangle in her hair and guide her as she worked him over with her mouth, her hands gripping his muscular thighs. He couldn't get over how her tongue felt like molten velvet over his throbbing cock, and the twisting motions she was doing with her head were making it feel like it was moving over every inch of him at once.

So, this is what a blow job is supposed to feel like? He wondered, thinking back and not finding one memory of a time this act felt half as good.

Jagger looked down at her, and she slowed her movements to stare up at him through her lashes. Her lips swollen, tears clinging to the corners of her eyes as she pushed herself to her limits. He'd never seen such a sinful sight before, and he groaned out loud because he had felt that way this whole damn week. She was an unbelievable force and he couldn't believe it had taken them this long to figure out they were made for each other.

"Your mouth is so good at that, baby," Jagger managed to choke out, as Sadie did another slow glide of taking him all the way down to her throat again.

Does this siren have a gag reflex? He thought, and his grip on the wall faltered when she hummed in approval at his praises, the vibrations going straight through his groin and into his soul.

Jagger glanced around the room and tried to bring his focus to something - anything else before he shot his load off too soon. The bed was to their left and his chair was to their right and the moon was coming through his windows, making Sadie look like an ethereal cock-sucking goddess.

Fuck.

He straightened on shaky legs to grip her shoulders with his hands. "Sadie, baby, you need to stop," he groaned between clenched teeth. He could feel himself ready to spill into her mouth, and he wanted to wait until he was inside of her.

When she started picking up the pace and moved a hand up to cup his balls firmly, he almost lost his balance and reached over to grasp the chair beside him and the bed. She paused only for a second to allow him to sit in the chair, her mouth never stalling from its task as her face contorted in desire, and she reveled in the precum her ministrations were making him leak out.

His boxers were still wrapped around an ankle, and Sadie tugged it free for him as she sucked him deep again, clutching onto his thighs. Jagger's head slammed back across the top of the chair, and his hand wrapped around the back of her neck. His fingers tangled her blonde hair as he cried out her name. He was so close there was no stopping now.

"I'm gonna lose it, fuck."

His hips jerked and forced his member deeper than it had gone before. Sadie moaned around him and gave another hard suckle, and when her teeth grazed the underside of his cock he stiffened and came crashing through the galaxy straight into the molten ecstasy that was Sadie Sweetwater's mouth. He moved his hands to the arms of the chair and gripped them while spasms rocked his body in time with the ripples of his release that Sadie hastily swallowed.

Sadie continued to run her tongue along him gently as he regained his composure. When he sat up fully, his cock fell from her lips, and she ran a suggestive fingertip across the corner of her mouth before winking at him.

"Yum," Sadie said, her eyes twinkling with pride in how she made him fall apart for her.

Jagger made a strangled sound, his ache to make her his now insatiable, as he gripped the front of his leather jacket that she looked so goddamn good in and lifted her into his lap. Her hands braced against his bare chest, and he used his grip on the coat to pull her down to him, their mouths meeting hungrily. He could taste himself on her lips, and there was something so filthy and animalistic about it that it made him crave to know what they'd taste like if his mouth was still full of her orgasm from earlier.

Jagger released the jacket and moved his hands to her hips, where he gathered the fabric of the black lace of her panties in his grasp. His mouth moved hungrily against hers, and he pulled - hard - and the fabric shredded, allowing him access to the apex of her thighs, where he quickly pushed two long fingers inside her.

Sadie cried out against his mouth, her fingernails biting into his shoulders from the feel of him inside her again, and then let out a pitiful sob as they pulled out just as quickly.

She pulled back to ask, "Why did you stop?"

Jagger held his fingers up to her lips, the digits glistening with her arousal. "Suck."

The heat in his eyes took her breath away, and she obeyed, taking them in her mouth and sucking her juices off his fingers. Her tongue lapped around each one, and her teeth clanked against the rings on his hand. Jagger hadn't even entirely removed them from her mouth before kissing her deeply, his tongue dancing with her own. The combination of them - him salty and her sweet - was addictive. The most incredible drug he could have imagined.

And he spent his life around drugs. He would know.

He let out a groan, and when she mimicked his sounds on her own, he knew she felt the same way.

Sadie shifted on top of him and dragged her wet folds along his cock, the tip brushing against her clit. He was still raging hard, and she knew she wouldn't have to wait long to have him inside of her.

"Jagger," she whispered, pulling back to look at him, her blonde waves framing her face. "I know these couple days have seemed intense and out of nowhere, but I've always had feelings for you."

"Me too," Jagger swallowed and visibly shifted gears in his mind to try and concentrate on what she was saying and not on how close he was to being inside of her. "You're the most glorious specimen of a woman in the world, and I'm not blind. I've always seen you for what you are. Mine."

Even though it was dark in his room, illuminated only by the moon and streetlight outside his window, he could still see a blush creep over her cheeks.

"I just need you to know that this isn't some rebound from Travis or something. I liked you before I dated him. I just started to become painfully aware that I couldn't be with him when I was still thinking about you. Not that he needed me for anything but my good reputation."

Sadie lifted herself up and started to sink down on him slowly, their eyes locked.

Jagger inhaled sharply, and his fingers dug into her hips, scraps of lace still tangled across the top of her right thigh.

"This is everything I've ever wanted, Sweets."

His own confession fueled Sadie, and she took him all the way inside her.

"Wow."

"Holy fuck."

They spoke simultaneously, adjusting to the feeling of being fully joined.

Sadie started moving almost immediately, her thighs straining as she brought herself up and down on him. Jagger leaned forward to press kisses along her jawline as he assisted her in her movements.

"As much as I love you in my jacket, why the fuck is it still on ?" He demanded to know as he started to push it off her shoulders while his mouth ravaged her neck and collarbone.

Sadie tilted her head back to give her more access and gasped, "No idea." She let go of him long enough to throw the jacket on the floor. His hands moved over her spine as he blindly grasped the hooks of her bra. She caught his lips with hers again, and they kissed while she continued to ride him, angling her hips to brush the tip of his cock with each thrust. After the third hook he unfastened, he cursed as he saw the bra remain in place.

Jagger tore his mouth away from hers to ask, "What the fuck is wrong with this thing?"

Sadie laughed at his frustration and leaned down to kiss his neck as he fumbled with the hooks. "It has six hooks, I think, or seven. It's like a little corset bra."

Jagger scoffed, sounding offended that the article of clothing dared to be so difficult to remove when he thought he was an expert bra remover at this point in his life. His hands moved to the front, where he tore it open, exposing her breasts and nipples to his searching mouth. "That's so much better," he mumbled between taking turns kissing her breast and swirling his tongue around her pink nipple.

"Jagger! What the hell?!" Sadie huffed and stilled her motions, "You can't just rip all my shit off. You need -"

Jagger bit softly at the underside of her breast and lifted her hips up, leaving just the tip of his cock inside her while she hovered over his lap. "I absolutely can. And why do you care?"

He thrust up hard inside her, keeping his hold on her hips in elevation so he now had control of the movements, pushing into her over and over at an increasing speed.

"How many shopping trips have I gone on with you over the years?" He pointed out between thrusts. "Oh no, I must add lingerie shopping to our outings now? Whatever will I do?" He rolled his eyes, clearly okay with it.

"Just shut up and let me ride you like that bike you love so much," Sadie growled down at him.

Jagger took her in. Wild blonde hair tangled past her shoulders, and perky breasts bounced in time with each push of his cock.

"You know. I'm trying real hard here not to take you to the bed and fuck you into the mattress, but you're making it really, really hard."

"It's already hard," she giggled as she raked her nails down his chest, and Jagger bit her shoulder, making her keen into him.

"You think you're so cute," he chided as he stood and carried her to the bed. Her squeal of delight echoed in the room as her back hit the mattress and her legs curled around his waist.

"I think you think I'm cute," she teased and licked his pulse point, dragging her tongue up before nipping his earlobe.

"Now destroy this pussy, Wilder."

"Yes, darling."

Jagger was still standing off the side of the bed, his hands under her hips, holding her pelvis to him as he slammed into her.

"Do you know how bad I've wanted to do this with you?" He moaned, taking pleasure in her gasps as she writhed beneath him.

"Tell me," she pleaded, needing his delicious words to stroke the other part inside of her that worked in tandem with the G-spot he was hitting.

"Since the first day I saw you smile at me in class," Jagger admitted, his movements becoming erratic as he teetered on the edge. He reached between them to rub circles on her aching clit with the pad of his thumb as he continued to pump into her. "I only wanted to grab your ponytail and bend you over the desk."

Sadie's back curled off the bed, the combination of his cock and attention to her clit driving her absolutely wild.

"Oh, god, Jag," she cried, "More. I need more." She sobbed, and her arms wrapped around his shoulders, bringing him closer to her.

"I want every fucking thing with you."

He slapped her clit, and stars shot across her vision.

"I want all this shit life has to offer if it's with you."

The stark contrast of his rough and dirty fucking mixed with his sweet words had Sadie spiraling, and all of a sudden, she was coming hard around his cock. Her walls clenched him tight, and before she realized what was happening, she felt liquid gush around her thighs from her pussy - more than she'd ever had before. Her blue eyes looked black, and she stared at Jagger's face in shock as she continued squirting. His eyes never left her as he made quick deep thrusts and frantically rubbed four digits in a salute against her clit to elongate her climax.

Sadie sobbed his name as her fingers clawed his back, her orgasm tearing through her like a wildfire that started in her heart and ended with their joined bodies.

"I love you," she chanted repeatedly, and Jagger stilled above her. Her confession of love mixed with her milking his cock through her release had him trembling as he finally let go and spilled himself inside her. Her pussy greedily pulled on him, willing each drop of cum to find a home in her womb. Carefully, he pulled his hand from between their bodies to grip her face.

"I've always loved you, Sadie Sweetwater."

With that, he leaned forward and gently kissed her lips, to which she returned. She ran her fingers through his hair, lightly raking his scalp with her nails.

Her body was still shaking with emotion and aftershocks as Jagger moved his mouth down her body to her swollen center. His eyes raked over the scene in front of him, both of their orgasms blending together as they peeked through her swollen pink pussy lips and flowed onto her thighs and the bed. The blue of his eyes was almost gone, and his pupils were blown wide when he looked up at her. Sadie's brow furrowed as she looked down at him in confusion and grinned.

"What are you doing down there?" Sadie asked, propping herself up on her elbows.

He shrugged and held her gaze as he leaned forward.

"You know I'm always hungry."

Sadie opened her mouth to speak, but his mouth was already on her, lapping up their juices and cursing against her sensitive flesh. "Fuck. Oh my, god."

He groaned and ran his tongue up her slit greedily, lavishing her with attentiveness. "I could get used to this."

Sadie bucked her hips under him as another orgasm quickly tore through. " Jag! Stop!" She panted, but he only let up after she came again with his name on her tongue and her sweet release on his.

Jagger lifted his head to give her a lopsided smile, her shine still coating his chin. "Goddamn, baby. I could do this all night."

Sadie rolled her eyes, placed a foot against his shoulder, and kicked gently. Jagger laughed as he toppled backward onto the floor, looking like a Greek god with the sweat gleaming off his muscled body.

"Give a girl a break for a minute. Jesus," she muttered, still trying to collect herself. She watched as he sat back up, reached out to grab her knees, and quickly shut them with a warning look.

Jagger laughed again and used her knees as leverage to stand up. "I'll leave you alone for now, but I've waited too damn long for this, so don't expect me to wait patiently."

She felt the same and moved entirely onto the bed, kicking the top sheets off that they had made a mess of while Jagger grabbed a warm wet washcloth from the bathroom.

"You okay?" He asked as he tenderly cleaned the space between her legs and her thighs.

Sadie nodded. "Yeah, just a little overwhelmed."

Jagger crawled onto the bed with an extra blanket after tossing the washcloth in the laundry bin and pulled her close to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. Sadie pulled the blanket around them when he whispered, "I am too. In a good way, though."

"In a good way," Sadie agreed.

"I meant what I said, Sadie," Jagger whispered against her hair.

"I did, too," Sadie said quietly. "So what do we do now?"

She could hear the smile in his voice even though she couldn't see it. "Now we close the bar down for the week and stay in this bed."

Sadie chuckled and gently slapped his arm before settling deeply into the covers. "You cannot close the bar down for a whole week. And I have to work with my mom during the day anyway, so you'd be stuck up here alone."

“Ugh, Karen Sweetwater. I wonder how she'll handle this news," he said dryly, knowing how much Karen disliked him. She made sure to make him aware of it every chance.

Sadie rubbed her hands over her face tiredly. "It will be bad, but she'll get over it." She peeked at him from between her fingers, still held to her face. "But I meant, what are we going to do about... us?"

Jagger leaned over her, propping himself up on his elbow and kissing her nose. "You're always going to be my best friend. That's never going to change. The only different thing is now we have mind-blowing sex whenever we want."

Sadie pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers in frustration, but she still had a smile on her lips.

Jagger kissed her mouth this time, and she leaned into him. They moved their mouths lazily, and when he pulled away, his hair hung in front of his face, making him look just like the young version of him she had met in college.

"Sadie," he whispered, locking eyes. "We will figure it out the same way we do everything. Together."

Sadie knew he meant it. There was no doubt in her mind.

And when she responded in kind, Jagger knew she meant it, too.

"Together."