Page 7 of Trial By Fire (Hope Runs Deep #11)

CHAPTER

SEVEN

T rish bit her bottom lip as she thought about her options. Staring Jackson in the eyes, she took her jacket and top off, standing in front of him in just her bra. Once she let the items fall to the ground, she stayed where she was, waiting for his next order.

“Bra off too,” Jackson ordered, staring down at her as his hands skimmed up her torso towards her breasts.

Trish shivered at the sensations his demands were creating in her.

His touch was creating an inferno she’s never truly felt, even when they did date.

Don’t get her wrong, he always set her on fire.

Their love making in the past was always the best she’s ever had, but the feelings he was inciting right now were nothing compared to the past.

“I gave you an order, Trish,” Jackson reminded her as he continued his trail of running his hands over the curves of her breasts. “Last chance.”

Trish reached behind her, not breaking eye contact with Jackson and unhooked her bra. As the straps slid down her arms, she let it fall to the floor at her feet. She nearly came on the spot when his hands went around her throat as he leaned down and devoured her lips once again.

The kiss was deep, passionate, hungry, demanding. Everything she’d ever desired for him to show her. The kiss let her know he was hungry for her. Demanded the air she breathed. All she could do was hold on and prayed she survived the fall.

When Jackson pulled back, she whimpered at the nakedness her lips felt suddenly. She felt his hands roam from her throat down to her chest, teasing her breasts, her nipples, then roaming down her stomach to the top of her jeans.

Trish inhaled deeply as she watched Jackson unbutton her jeans and pull the zipper downwards. When she felt his hands on the waist of her jeans, she couldn’t help but inhale, trying to suck her stomach in, as he pushed her jeans and her thong down her legs.

She watched as he squatted in front of her and removed her boots from her feet.

Once he had the boots removed, he continued to remove her jeans and thong from her legs.

Instead of letting her leg back down after removing the jeans and thong, Jackson put her leg over his shoulder as he kissed and nibbled his way up her leg to her inner thigh.

Trish couldn’t help but gasp when she felt him lightly kiss her before his tongue slid through her pussy lips, teasing her juices from the backdoor to her clit.

Trish let a moan slide from her lips as his tongue teased her clit for a few moments before he moved back to her core.

Jackson fucked her pussy with his tongue as if it was his cock sliding in and out of her, his hands gripping her hips to keep her in place.

She couldn’t resist, when she felt her legs trembling from the sensations he was causing her as he gorged himself on her pussy, gripping his hair to help her steady herself as she rode his tongue.

She never remembered him eating her like she was his last meal.

She knew he loved eating her pussy, but this was like a man starved.

When Trish started moaning his name, she knew she was close to coming.

Fuck could this man eat pussy. She was trying to hold out, make him fuck her then and there against the door.

It was a battle lost. As soon as he inserted three fingers, fucking inside her at the same time he sucked hard on her clit, she was done for.

She screamed out Jackson’s name as she came all over his fingers, gripping his hair tight. She’d barely come down from her orgasm when she felt Jackson stand and pick her up and carried her to the bed where he dropped her.

“That’s one!”