Mr. CEO(136)

Jackson gets behind me and eases my panties down, lifting my legs one at a time to pull my pants all the way off, leaving me naked from the waist down. I tremble in anticipation as the scent of my arousal hits my nose, and I know he can smell how turned on I am. “Ready, sir.”

His hand descends again, smacking against my right cheek this time, a firework of heat that shoots straight through me, and I cry out softly. “Oh, Jackson... my husband...”

Jackson hums happily at my words, and I hear his belt release, but before he can do anything, I turn on the bed, grabbing his hands. “No... please, let me.”

He takes his hands away and I unbutton his jeans, not even needing to do the zipper the waist is so baggy. We'd laughed and joked about it as we walked to the pizza parlor, how our fashion sense would be matching more from now on. Now I see another advantage as his cock surges from his boxers, and I wrap my hand around it, licking the head before Jackson can even react. He groans deeply, and I suck him in, running my tongue all around the underside and head of his cock lovingly, worshiping him and trying to show him just how sexy and powerful I know he is.

“Katrina...” he groans, resting his hands on my head. I pause and let him hold my head still as he begins to pump in and out slowly, f*cking my face slowly and thoroughly. His cock is thick, sliding deep into my mouth and tickling the back of my throat with each thrust, and I reach under him to cup his balls and roll them between my fingers. “Oh my perfect Katrina.”

He pulls out, and I smile softly. “Is that what you like?”

“Fuck yeah,” Jackson replies, caressing my face. “Is this what you like?”

“This time,” I growl, turning around and wiggling my ass at him. “And this is what I want most.”

“Mmm, I like that idea,” he says, grabbing my hips and pulling me back. “Just a little rough, but not too much?”

“I can take it pretty rough,” I challenge him. “But remember that if you get too rough, I fight back.”

Jackson pushes me down, stretching me out on the mattress, with just my ass sticking up a little bit. I feel his cock against the lips of my * and he drives forward, stretching me open in one long stroke until he's all the way inside me. Lightning shoots from his cock to my brain as he pulls back and thrusts again, and I give myself to him, wanting Jackson to take me, to make me his forever.

With unrelenting, powerful hammering thrusts, Jackson fills me again and again, his hips smashing into my ass each time. He stretches out on top of me, kissing and sucking hard on my neck, and when he bites, I'm moaning, lost in the pleasure of his cock filling me and his skin pressed against my back. I can feel the pain of his teeth on my skin, and I know he's leaving a mark, maybe a bruise, and I only hope that he actually breaks the skin, scarring me and marking me as his forever.

I'm crushed under him, but I push my hips back, begging for more, and Jackson groans, pleased. He lifts up, and pulls me back onto my knees as he settles behind me. “You are perfect,” he says as he starts thrusting again, hard and fast, so fast I’m constantly being lit up with fireworks from another punishing stroke. “Nobody has ever pushed back and wanted more.”

“Is that all you got?” I encourage him, looking back. He's covered in sweat, his eyes burning with intensity, and he grabs my waist, his grip almost painfully tight as he stares into my eyes at my challenge. His hips speed up, pounding at me even harder. I'm nearing coming, but I can see in his face, he is too. I urge him on with my most seductive look even as my mouth drops open and I can't say anymore.

My insides tighten, and I'm on the edge, trembling with the need to come. Jackson sees it and thrusts in one more time, burying himself deep inside me, and I'm coming, crying out breathlessly as my body rides the amazing feeling. He thrusts again, adding an exclamation point on my orgasm and sending me higher before he comes, both of us collapsing onto the mattress, temporarily exhausted.

I feel Jackson gather me into his arms again, and I hum softly. “You did this the last time. Are you planning on cuddling with me every time we have sex?”

“I was thinking every night, regardless of if we have sex or not,” Jackson says, kissing the sore spot on my neck. “I'm sorry if I was too rough.”

“It was perfect,” I tell him, wrapping his arms deeper around me. “Absolutely perfect.”

“I'm glad.”

I chuckle, and kiss his knuckle. The skin is still pink and raw, and I remember the story Andrea told me about how he'd gone off on the tires at my old loft. Apparently, he hasn't let it heal fully before going off on the tires again. “That doesn't mean I'm not going to give it right back to you tomorrow, though.”

“Oh?”

I smile and stroke his forearm. “I've got Touches you haven't even imagined yet, and tomorrow morning, I'm using them all on you.”

Jackson laughs softly and kisses my neck. “I can’t wait.”





Chapter 32





Jackson





I wake up to the sensation of gentle Touches on my forearms, and I smile, even as I keep my eyes closed. “When you said you wanted to give it back to me, I didn't think you were going to be so quick with it.”

“After as amazing as last night was? I could barely wait, and you should be glad that you physically wore me out,” Katrina throatily purrs in my ear. “Or else you wouldn't have gotten any sleep at all.”