Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“I can feel your sweet cunt tightening around my fingers, it’s incredible,” he rasps. “Now I’m goin’ to put my cock inside you.”
“Yes,” I whimper. “Please.”
The feeling of his fingers leaving me has a cold breeze washing over my bottom, but it doesn’t last long, soon, Jackson is pressing against it, pushing in slowly. I grit my teeth—his cock is a whole lot bigger than his fingers, but I hold my breath and wait, knowing that soon, it’ll be sensational.
I’m right.
Once he’s fully inside me, and I’ve stretched around him, I can feel the pressure in all the right places.
“Fuck me, Jackson,” I beg. “Please.”
“Dirty girl,” he murmurs, placing his hand on my ass cheek and slapping, before he starts slowly rocking his cock, in and out.
I moan.
He growls.
Then he fucks me.
He fucks me just like I want, and he knows exactly how I like it. His body moves with perfect rhythm, and his cock hits me in all the right places. It’s a different kind of pleasure, but I like it just as much. When he leans down, pulling my body up by my bound hands, I groan. His fingers glide around and find my clit, and he rubs it as his cock moves harder, faster, and I know I can’t hold on.
I cum again, my mouth opening, my head thrown back, and oh, God, it is incredible.
Jackson follows close behind, his hiss of pleasure in my ear sending chills up my spine.
Fuck.
Yes.
This man is a God.
My God.
My everything.
18 – Jackson
Serenity is sleeping, her hands tucked beneath her cheek, her hair a mess as it cascades over her body. She’s still naked, curled onto her side, and fuck, she’s perfect. She’s perfect in every single way. It takes everything for me not to wake her and fuck her again. After our last session, I could use more.
But she needs to sleep.
And Janine needs a break.
Pulling on my jeans and a shirt, I leave the room, closing the door softly. Everyone is still outside by the fire, still drinking and laughing. This is what I love the most about the club, the family aspect. No matter what we’re all going through, we’re together, and we make it work.
We fuck shit up when we need, but outside of that, we’re just like any other family.
“There he is.” Spike grins, tossing his cigarette pack in my direction. I catch it with one hand. “Sounds like you might need that.”
“Ew, Spike.” Addison covers her ears. “I am never going to be okay with hearing the sounds I just heard coming from that room.”
“Sorry, darlin’,” I murmur, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.
“You might be old, but it sounds like you’ve still got it,” Ciara teases.
“Careful, Tom Cat,” I warn. “I’m not too old to chase you down.”
“Now that I’d like to see.” Addison smirks. “I don’t think you’ve got it in you to run, old man.”
I shoot her a look. She blows me a kiss.
“Ava is asleep,” Janine tells me, with a smile. “I’m going to turn in for the night. This baby is taking it out of me.”
“I’m comin’ with,” Muff says, standing and pulling her close.
“Night.” I nod. “Appreciate it.”
Once they’re gone, I kick back and let my eyes settle on the fire, feeling my body relax. Fuck, we all needed this. It has been absolute chaos in the club lately, and we’ve all forgotten what it feels like to just enjoy ourselves.
“Yo, Pres,” Spike asks. “You got any of the good stuff on you?”
I look up at him, inhaling the cigarette. “Always got the good stuff,” I answer.
“Toss me some.”
He’s talking about drugs.
It isn’t often that they take them, but occasionally, we partake in a hit.
“In my truck.”
Spike pushes to his feet. “Who’s in?”
Addison and Cade both nod.
“What about you, baby?” he asks Ciara.
“I’m good. Mercy is being a pain at night, I don’t want to miss her waking up.”
Spike walks over, leaning down. “That’s why I fuckin’ love you.”
Ciara scrunches her nose up. “Because I’m not wiping myself out when I have a baby? I thought that just came with the job.”
“Shh,” Addison says, waving a hand. “You’re making me look bad.”
“Girl—” Ciara waves a hand “—your child sleeps better than anyone I know.”
“True, she does.”
“I’ll be back.” Spike chuckles, leaving.
“I’m glad to see you and Serenity made up, Father,” Addison says to me, a wicked grin on her face. “I was getting tired of your bickering. Don’t you know it’s bad for my development?”
Ciara snorts a laugh.
Cade rolls his eyes.
“Think we’re past that now, bein’ that you have your own kid and all.”
“Well, all the same, you lot bickering is tiring. I’m glad you’ve made up.”
“Makes up for all the times I’ve broken up fights—” I point between her and Cade “—between you two.”
Cade shrugs in Addison’s direction. “Man’s got a point.”