Page 14 of Cross Point
He’d just met this woman, but he wanted her with a vengeance that stole his breath and made his heart pound, not to mention his dick. Before he could really think about it, he found himself pushing her legs down so she was back on her own two feet. He paused for a heartbeat, then he ripped at the zipper of her jeans.
Wild elation filled Trinity as Jackson went to work on her clothes. His face was set in with such determination that he looked like a warrior preparing for battle. If it was a battle he wanted, it was a battle he was going to get. But their sensual clash of wills would only lead to both of them ending up victors.
They were in an alley, only steps away from the people strolling on the sidewalk who were enjoying the night air, but she didn’t give a damn. It was so deliciously naughty, and the thought of getting caught only turned her on even more.
She yanked the gun out of the back of her jeans a second before he pulled them down past her hips. She slapped her weapon on the top of the garbage bin next to her so it was still within reach, and started to turn around to face the wall, only to have Jackson stop her.
“No. I want to see you. If we’re going to do this, I want to watch you come while I’m inside you.”
His voice was a low rumble of sound that sent a shiver racing through her entire body. Trinity toed off one of her shoes and shoved her jeans and panties down off that leg. With a small jump she was back in his arms, their mouths fused together, her legs wrapped around his waist again.
“Then do it. Come inside of me, Jackson. I want to feel you.”
He cursed as she positioned herself over the bulbous head of his cock and pushed down, sliding the thick shaft into her hot, wet pussy. He was so hard it was like seating herself on a spear. Her head fell back against the wall as she let out a low moan, relishing in the exquisite feeling of her muscles parting to let him inside her.
“God, you’re so fucking tight!”
He let out a low moan that brought a smile to her lips. She wanted to slam herself down on his massive cock and ride him until they were both found their release, but he was just too damn big.
She felt his hands gripping her ass as he began pumping himself inside of her using a slow, measured rhythm. He pushed in a little, then pulled out again, each time gaining more depth into her tight sheath. She lowered her mouth to his neck and licked at the skin above the collar of his shirt, then bit down lightly. She hissed in pleasure as he shoved hard, spearing her completely on his thick cock until he was balls deep.
“You okay?” he panted out.
“Oh, yeah. Give me more, Jackson.”
She ran a hand over the shorn head and leaned back to stare into his eyes. They were partially hidden by the darkness in the alley, but enough dim light reached them from the streetlights to allow them to see one another.
Jackson’s hips pulled back, then he pushed forward again, never looking away from her. There was something about his intense gaze that made her feel exposed. Like he could see more of her than she normally allowed people to see. Pushing those troubling thoughts aside, she flexed the muscles of her pussy on his invading cock and was rewarded with a low growl from him.
“Give it to me, Jackson. Give me your big cock. Pound me into the wall.”
“Jesus Christ! The mouth on you…”
“You like it.”
“Fuck, yeah, I do.”
Jackson’s hands dug into her ass, holding her in a bruising grip as he did exactly as she’d asked. Fusing his mouth to hers, he began pounding into her with a hard, punishing rhythm. His thick shaft rubbed against the sensitive walls of her pussy and his pelvis hit her clit with every thrust, making her moan with pleasure.
“More, more…” she demanded as he continued to thrust inside her.
She tightened her grip around his neck and began rocking her hips to meet his. The sound of their flesh slapping together thrilled her, adding to her sensory overload. They were two shadows, moving as one in the darkness. The ecstasy they chased waited just out of reach, and as they drew closer, she felt like a stick of dynamite that was about to explode.
Her eyes drifted closed as she gave into the pleasure, simply wanting to feel.
“No,” he hissed out. “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me, baby. I want to see what I do to you, how I make you feel.”
“So good,” she moaned. “You make me feel so fucking good.”
Her back scraped against the wall as he continued to pummel her with the full force of his strong body, but she didn’t care. That bite of pain only added to her pleasure.
“This is what you get, Katrina. Pushing me, teasing me. Naughty girls get fucked, hard and fast. Hold on, baby.”
His nostrils flared and his jaw clenched as he jerked his hips faster. He increased the tempo of his thrusts to a hard, driving beat. Her swollen clit was hard and aching, and she felt her body tighten with her impending release.
“Harder, Jackson. Make me come. Fuck me harder, and I’m going to come all over your big cock.”
“Do it,” he commanded. “Come, baby. Let me feel you clench around me.”