Page 56 of The Sacrifice
“I love your pussy and could spend every day of the rest of my life buried deep inside of you.”
“Please.” There’s nothing that sounds better than that.
He swipes along my swollen lips, gathering the moisture and rubbing it over my clit. His eyes are dark as his chest heaves behind me. “Do you want to watch?”
“Yes.” I bite my bottom lip and nod. Every experience with him is surreal. He grabs his cock and lifts me slightly until he’s at my apex.
“Slide over me. I want to feel your wet pussy all over me. Sucking on me.”
As he buries himself to the hilt, I gasp and close my eyes, forgetting to watch. It’s too good, and like everything else about him, it’s too much. But yet, not enough.
“Baby, look me in the eye. I want you to see yourself lose control, so you understand how much I love you.”
He grabs my hips and repeatedly works in and out of me. My body moves effortlessly as he takes me higher and higher. My tits sway with his movements, and my skin is flush with desire. It’s not enough. I shift, lifting my feet to the cushions, exposing my body fully.
“That’s it, baby,” he grunts into my ear and slides his hand from my hip to my clit.
As he pounds into me, I whimper and forget to inhale. Stars flash behind my eyes. I’ve never seen anything like this. Yes, I’ve seen porn, but this is real. And watching his cock slam into me is phenomenal. I gasp down air. “God, yes, I’m so close.”
“Such a sweet tight pussy. My pussy.” He massages my clit, and I convulse so hard my entire body clenches inward.
“Yes, suck my cock.”
“Oh, my God.” My teeth gnash together as I press down hard onto his shaft while holding myself upright by my tented fingertips pressing into the black leather cushions. I’ve never come so hard in my life.
“Fuuuuuuck, baby,” he grunts and stiffens. His breath is ragged against my neck, but his eyes never leave mine until we’re both spent, and he sags against the cushions.
I fall back against him and lick my lips. My tongue catches on a dry patch.Water. I need water.“That was amazing. But I’m dying of thirst.”
“You’re welcome.” He grabs my chin, turns my head around, and smiles. “Let’s go home to our girl.”
Oh, I’m going to eat him up like a chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting and molten fudge dripping out of the inside when you cut into it. Or bath in him like warm banana bread cake with melted burnt butter frosting. You get the idea. He’s sinfully delicious.
Chapter Thirty-One
A Couple of Days Later
Mia
“When mom heard you were coming over for dinner, I couldn’t keep her away.” Tate pats Jackson on the back.
“It’s fine. I would expect nothing less.” He rubs his thumb in a circle on my back which helps keep me grounded. I’ve never met his sister-in-law or their kids. So, of course, my brain has been going a million miles an hour identifying everything that could go wrong, from Hadley throwing up to walking out of the bathroom with toilet paper stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I glance down. My shoe is free of debris. So far, so good.
“Hello.” Madison rushes forward and clasps my head. “It’s a pleasure meeting you. I’ve been waiting patiently for Jackson to find a girlfriend.” She gives me a look. “It’s been years.”
“It’s nice to meet you also.” I bounce Hadley on my hip to keep the puking part of my devastating dinner catastrophe from happening.
“These are our kids.” She moves out of the way and motions for Jessa and Jacob to step forward.
“Uncle Jackson.” Their eyes light up, and without missing a beat, they run toward him. He catches them and lifts them into his arms.
“Hey, kiddos. How’s my favorite niece and nephew?”
“Great.” Jessa beams as he sets them back down on the ground.
“Fine as a frog hair cut three ways.” Jacob laughs.
“Thank you, Jackson, for that,” Madison groans and rolls her eyes. She turns to me. “He taught him that three months ago, and I don’t think it will ever stop being his response. The teacher loves it.”