Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
He replied, “That’s good, baby. That’s good.”
He brought his hips to my ass, pressing his erection into my ass. Jesus, he was so damned hard. My need grew at the feel of him. I wanted it, I wanted him.
“Please,” I moaned. “Please, Jackson.”
He ground his hips into me. “Are you repentant?” he asked. “Are you sorry for not doing your job correctly?”
What? I thought. Sorry? The only thing I was sorry about was the fact he wasn’t inside me yet. But then I remember the scene, how I was the lawyer that failed him. This torture was my punishment.
“Yes, Jackson! Yes, I’m so sorry.”
“Good,” he growled, and yanked my panties down my legs.
I hissed as the cold air hit the wetness between my legs. I felt his fingers stroke down the center of my pussy, teasing me and making me squirm. Then, still teasing me, he leaned over and kissed me.
Jackson’s tongue swiped at my lips and I opened them. His tongue flicked over mine, swirled around it and sucked on it. Just as his kiss started to make me dizzy, I felt him slide inside me.
He had to be using two fingers to fuck into me because, although one would still feel good, it wouldn’t feel like that, that intoxicating sensation of feeling full from the inside out.
Occasionally, his thumb would brush my clit, making everything feel like it was too much. Just when I didn’t think I could take much more, just when I felt like I needed to cum or I would die, Jackson broke our kiss. I tried to chase it, but he stayed out of my reach.
Through my haze, I saw that he was again smirking at me. That’s when he slid a third finger inside my pussy and began playing with my clit in earnest.
“It’s okay, Erin,” he whispered. “You can let go now. You can cum.”
And just like that, I did. My orgasm hit me hard, whitening my vision as my body locked up and spasmed in waves. I couldn’t say how long it lasted, but it felt like an eternity.
Even after the shockwaves subsided, Jackson continued to softly stroke inside me.
The sensation was way too much. “I can’t take it anymore,” I whined.
Jackson’s hand immediately stopped and so slowly, gently, he pulled out.
He came over to crouch in front of me, gently stroking my cheek with his dry hand. “Hey,” he said, giving me the softest version of his smile I’d seen yet.
“Hi,” I replied, trying to catch my breath.
A minute or two passed and he asked, “Are you ready to get up?”
“Yeah, I think so,” I said. Now that I was coming down, my arms felt uncomfortable.
“I’m going to help you stand up, okay?” I nodded.
I felt his hands slip under my body as he helped me stand. My legs were wobbly and I still had my heels on. Thankfully, Jackson held me in his arms.
Caleb walked up with a blanket and together, they wrapped it around me and helped me to the couch. Caleb had my water ready for me. I eagerly sucked it down, still breathing hard. When I finished, Caleb put the bottle down on the coffee table.
Both men sat close to me, their hard bodies reassuring as I came back down to earth. We sat in silence for at least five minutes until Jackson asked, “How was it?”
I didn’t even need to think about it. I had a smile on my face when I replied, “It was good. Really good actually.”
“We’re glad to hear that,” Caleb said. I saw the two of them look at each other over my head, and then he continued. “If you want to keep doing this over the next few days, it’s going to get more intense each time. You need to be ready for that.”
“Okay,” I said. I felt determination spike through me despite my exhaustion. I wanted this to keep happening. “I can do it.”
“There is just one thing we need to talk about before we can continue,” Jackson said. “Do you remember right at the end when you said it was too much?”
“Sort of? Things were pretty hazy for me at that point,” I said honestly.
“If that happens again, please don’t be afraid to use your safe word. That’s why we use one in BDSM,” Jackson explained. “If I hadn’t noticed how uncomfortable you were, I could have kept going and made it worse. That’s the last thing I want. Your safe word puts an immediate end to what’s happening. Okay?”
I nodded. “Thanks for looking out for me as I explore this,” I said, giving him a small smile.
After that, they helped me to a small bathroom attached to the private room. I quickly shower and get out to find a fresh outfit waiting for me, the clothes I came resting in a bag for me to take home.