Jackson is so big, and heâs so hard, and heâs fucking me like Iâm the only thing keeping him alive.
Watching Jackson rip my tights open was the hottest fucking thing Iâve ever witnessed. Then he pushed his giant cock into me in one swift thrust. And that was just as hot as the clothes ripping thing.
This feels like itâs the first time. Like Iâve never experienced him inside of me before. Itâs new and intense and different.
I feel like Iâm on that razor edge, between dying and ecstasy. His arms are around me. Heâs holding my body against him, with my ass barely touching the edge of the counter. Jacksonâs mouth is on my neck. Heâs biting, and licking, and sucking. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer. Iâve wrapped my legs around his hips, and I canât contain my moans as they grow louder and louder.
Iâm close. I can feel it coming. And I think Jackson can feel it too.
His grip on me loosens, and I remove my hands from his hair. Leaning back just enough, he puts a hand on my chest and pushes. Dropping me back onto my elbows. Jackson grabs my legs, unhooks them from around his waist, and presses them apart, so Iâm spread wide. Keeping his grip on my thighs, he tugs until my ass is all the way off the counter.
Then he picks up the pace.
Holy. Shit.
I drop down until Iâm flat on my back, then reach up to grab the opposite edge of the counter for support.
âFuck, Kitten. Fuck. So tight. So good.â
I canât talk. There will be no words accompanying the sounds heâs pounding out of me. He releases one of my legs, and I feel his hand move to where weâre joined. I tip my head up, wanting to see. The dress bunched around my waist blocks most of my view, but I can watch his forearm as I feel his fingers rub across my clit.
The feeling of him inside me. The emotional buildup and stress of the past few days. The feeling of being fucked while still mostly dressed. Itâs too much. Iâm almost thereâ¦
âCome for me, Kitten. I need to see it. Katelyn, come for me.â
I do. I come so hard I think I scream.
My ears are ringing. And then Jackson is leaning over me, pressing his body on top of mine. His lips are against my neck and I think heâs chanting âI love youâ over and over, until he stills. Pressed hard inside of me, I can feel as his orgasm takes over.
Jackson keeps his promise. The next time is slower.