like you,” he murmured.
Jackson bent his head and nuzzled her throat. His tongue stroked a line down her neck, as if marking her. Delicious shivers pulsed through her as he kissed his way down to her collarbone.
Gaze intent, he dropped a hand between them, tunneled through the damp curls covering her mound. Jackson pushed a big finger up into her damp center. Moaning, she fell back onto the bed as he slid his finger through her soaked cleft. He watched her reaction.
“Does this hurt?”
“No. But I don’t know if I can take you.” Her vagina, weeping moisture, squeezed tight.
“You will,” he promised.
As he mounted her, his gaze burned like lit coals. His jaw clenched. Harsh breaths grated from his lungs as if he fought for control. Jackson grasped her naked ass, hands shaking slightly as he lifted her, squeezing her soft bottom.
Spreading her thighs open wide, he positioned her. Cool air washed over her exposed vulva, caressing it. Erotic heat flooded her at the thought of what he planned.
Lexie bit her lip as her wet entrance was level to his jutting penis. Beneath her curled fingertips she felt the hard muscle and sinew of his shoulders.
The thick length between her legs seemed to throb with a life of its own. Impatient. Wanting. Jackson pressed down hard.
She recoiled in shock. Lexie gulped down deep breaths, fevered desire burning inside her threatening to turn to ash.
Jackson held her captive with the penetrating stare of a dominant wolf. Her head lolled back on her neck. She was helpless in his grip.
Straining to gain entry, he grunted, pushing his penis harder into her. She was too tight. Her vagina clenched hard, resisting the intruder. His penis pressed forward, insisting on entrance.
The invading conqueror, determined to gain entry. Claim her and make her his own.
Jackson rocked back and forth, each determined, small thrust pushing the rounded knob of his penis farther into her resisting passage.
Biting back a gasp, she rolled her hips. Oh, he was huge, stretching her fully. Lexie closed her eyes. She couldn’t take it.
Jackson opened her thighs wider. “Easy now. You can do it. Just relax. Don’t resist. Relax,” he crooned.
He dropped his hand between them, teasing her clit. She clutched his shoulders, moaning. The burning became urgent need.
Harsh breaths grated from his lungs as if he fought for control. He began moving again, grinding his hips against hers. Each powerful surge pushed his penis deeper and deeper still. Then he pressed forward with determination, penetrating her fully.
She went still from the burning pain, choking back a tiny cry. Impaled, she writhed, stretched fully.
Jackson dropped a tender kiss on her lips. “Hang on, darling, it gets better.”
Slowly, he began moving. In and out, his movements gentle as he slid against her sensitive tissues. Then he began angling his thrusts, moving directly against her clit. The pain faded. Heat spiraled through her, everything centered between her legs wanting to explode with sheer pleasure.
Moaning, she dug her nails into his shoulders.
“That’s good. Come on, Lexie. Come for me.”
Tossing her head from side to side, she ached, reaching for it. The rough command in his voice and his violent, fevered thrusts tipped her over the edge. Lexie shrieked as the pleasure burst. She shuddered, feeling him follow, bucking and thrusting still inside her, head tossed back, a harsh groan escaping his lips.
Breath ripping in harsh, dragging gasps from their lungs, beads of sweat slicking their brows, they remained locked in each other’s arms.
His cock slid out from her, bobbing wet and slick. Dampness trickled down her trembling thighs as blood seeped out of her. Lexie sagged against the mattress.
Jackson tore off the condom and disposed of it, then returned to bed, gathering her into his arms.
“If I only had one night with you, I’d want it to be tonight. But tonight isn’t enough. Two nights, three, isn’t
Jackson bent his head and nuzzled her throat. His tongue stroked a line down her neck, as if marking her. Delicious shivers pulsed through her as he kissed his way down to her collarbone.
Gaze intent, he dropped a hand between them, tunneled through the damp curls covering her mound. Jackson pushed a big finger up into her damp center. Moaning, she fell back onto the bed as he slid his finger through her soaked cleft. He watched her reaction.
“Does this hurt?”
“No. But I don’t know if I can take you.” Her vagina, weeping moisture, squeezed tight.
“You will,” he promised.
As he mounted her, his gaze burned like lit coals. His jaw clenched. Harsh breaths grated from his lungs as if he fought for control. Jackson grasped her naked ass, hands shaking slightly as he lifted her, squeezing her soft bottom.
Spreading her thighs open wide, he positioned her. Cool air washed over her exposed vulva, caressing it. Erotic heat flooded her at the thought of what he planned.
Lexie bit her lip as her wet entrance was level to his jutting penis. Beneath her curled fingertips she felt the hard muscle and sinew of his shoulders.
The thick length between her legs seemed to throb with a life of its own. Impatient. Wanting. Jackson pressed down hard.
She recoiled in shock. Lexie gulped down deep breaths, fevered desire burning inside her threatening to turn to ash.
Jackson held her captive with the penetrating stare of a dominant wolf. Her head lolled back on her neck. She was helpless in his grip.
Straining to gain entry, he grunted, pushing his penis harder into her. She was too tight. Her vagina clenched hard, resisting the intruder. His penis pressed forward, insisting on entrance.
The invading conqueror, determined to gain entry. Claim her and make her his own.
Jackson rocked back and forth, each determined, small thrust pushing the rounded knob of his penis farther into her resisting passage.
Biting back a gasp, she rolled her hips. Oh, he was huge, stretching her fully. Lexie closed her eyes. She couldn’t take it.
Jackson opened her thighs wider. “Easy now. You can do it. Just relax. Don’t resist. Relax,” he crooned.
He dropped his hand between them, teasing her clit. She clutched his shoulders, moaning. The burning became urgent need.
Harsh breaths grated from his lungs as if he fought for control. He began moving again, grinding his hips against hers. Each powerful surge pushed his penis deeper and deeper still. Then he pressed forward with determination, penetrating her fully.
She went still from the burning pain, choking back a tiny cry. Impaled, she writhed, stretched fully.
Jackson dropped a tender kiss on her lips. “Hang on, darling, it gets better.”
Slowly, he began moving. In and out, his movements gentle as he slid against her sensitive tissues. Then he began angling his thrusts, moving directly against her clit. The pain faded. Heat spiraled through her, everything centered between her legs wanting to explode with sheer pleasure.
Moaning, she dug her nails into his shoulders.
“That’s good. Come on, Lexie. Come for me.”
Tossing her head from side to side, she ached, reaching for it. The rough command in his voice and his violent, fevered thrusts tipped her over the edge. Lexie shrieked as the pleasure burst. She shuddered, feeling him follow, bucking and thrusting still inside her, head tossed back, a harsh groan escaping his lips.
Breath ripping in harsh, dragging gasps from their lungs, beads of sweat slicking their brows, they remained locked in each other’s arms.
His cock slid out from her, bobbing wet and slick. Dampness trickled down her trembling thighs as blood seeped out of her. Lexie sagged against the mattress.
Jackson tore off the condom and disposed of it, then returned to bed, gathering her into his arms.
“If I only had one night with you, I’d want it to be tonight. But tonight isn’t enough. Two nights, three, isn’t
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