That night, I was going to go where I’d never gone before with anyone.
That night, I was going to give it all to him. And I couldn’t wait.
I wasn’t scared, I was excited. I wanted him to be the man who took it. Because this wasn’t just a physical lust that I felt for Jackson. It wasn’t so much more, and I knew he felt the same.
Jackson Brody had stolen my heart, and I wanted him to keep it.
I sat in his tub for a while, letting the hot water soak into my skin and relax any tension that popped up — any nervousness that arose thinking about what was to come that night. But it was all excited nervousness. There was no fear or apprehension there.
I just couldn’t wait for him to take me.
Finally, I stepped out of the luxurious tub and toweled off, only then realizing I didn’t actually have a single thing to wear besides the clothes I’d changed out of. I wrapped myself in a fluffy white towel, poking my head back into his office before stepping out of the bathroom. The whole office was richly decorated — dark, masculine wood paneling and bookshelves on the walls, leather chairs, and a modern reclaimed wood and iron desk the sat near the huge window overlooking midtown Manhattan.
The office was dark, and I stepped across the floor barefoot in my towel to stare out over the amazing view of the city at night, glittering like jewels.
“Now this is a sight I’ve been dying to see.”
I gasped, whirling as I hugged the towel, to see Jackson grinning at me from the doorway to his office. He stepped in, closing the door behind him before he strode right for me. I barely had time to open my mouth to say hi before he’d swooped me into his arms, pulling me tight to him, and kissed me fiercely.
“Fuck did I miss you,” he growled into my lips, his hard muscles rippling as he pulled me tight.
“You came back.” I grinned, feeling my pulse roar through me at the smell of him, and the taste of those lips, and the toe-curlingly sexy sound of his deep voice in my ears.
“For you? Always, angel.”
“Is everything okay?”
He arched a brow.
“The emergency, at the hospital…”
He nodded, smiling. “The baby will be just fine. Complications happen, and I...” He shrugged. “I guess I’m there to fix it.”
Something sparked hot inside of me — the thought of him caring for all those little babies tugging something primal inside of me. It was amazing, of course, but also so damn attractive. It was so hot and sexy to think of this man not just as this gorgeous sex god, but also this selfless, caring hero that saved children.
…It made me think of what an amazing father he’d be.
The thought made me whimper, my core tightening at the thought of me making him a father. I imagined his cock sliding so deep inside of me, and claiming me, and then pumping me full of his seed until it took. I imagined swelling with child as he cared for me, and then the two of us holding our newborn together, as a family.
When he pulled me into his arms again, I sank into him, kissing him with an even greater passion, with an even hotter flame blazing through me for him. He growled at the heated way I kissed him harder, and pulled him tight to me by his shirt.
“You showered,” he purred
“I took a bath—oooh.”
Jackson’s hand slid right down over my ass, tugging the towel up as his warm palm slid over my smooth skin. He cupped my ass and then pushed his hand deeper between my legs, until with a cry, I could feel his fingers teasing my already wet pussy from behind.
He growled, yanking the towel off of me and making me gasp as he yanked my naked body against his muscled, gorgeous frame.
“I guess that means I’ll just have to give you more of my cum, doesn’t it, you bad little girl?”
I moaned into his lips as he kissed me, my hands sliding up his grooved, chiseled torso. He pushed me back until my ass pressed against the side of his desk. He lifted me effortlessly, sliding me on top of the polished wood and spreading my legs as he moved between them.
“Is that why you took a bath? So you could get me to give you more of my hot cum? You just couldn’t wait to feel me filling up that little pussy with every drop?”
I moaned, his filthy words and sweet kisses and firm hands driving me wild. He yanked the buttons of his dress shirt, pulling it off and tossing it away before he moved against me. My hard little nipples grazed across his thick, manly chest, and when his hands grabbed my hips and pulled me against the thick bulge in his pants, I cried out.
“So fucking wet,” he growled. “And don’t tell me that’s from the bath, because I can feel your slick, sticky pussy against my cock even through my pants. I can feel you soaking my pants through with your sweet honey.”
He kissed me again before moving down to my neck, making me gasp. Jackson eased me across his desk on my back, my hair splayed out around me and my legs wide for him.
His lips trailed lower, across my nipples, and down the soft slope of my breast. He kissed my ribs, moving further down as my whole body trembled in anticipation. Powerful hands pushed my thighs wide, and when his lips found my tummy and nibbled their way down, I swear I could have practically come from that alone.
His tongue dragged through my lips, making me scream in pleasure as I arched my back off the desk. Nothing in this world had ever felt as good as that single lick, and when he did it again, I lost myself in the pure heaven of it. Jackson growled, his wet, wicked tongue pushing deep inside and then pumping in and out. He teased up over my lips, his tongue dragging slowly over my aching clit as my hips bucked off the desk against him.
“Eager little girl, aren’t you?” he growled, his hands tightening on my thighs as he pushed them wide and pinned me to the desk. His tongue slid back down, teasing against my opening and then pushing inside. He started to slide his incredible tongue in and out of me, like he was fucking me with it. My whole body ignited, every single nerve blazing with heat as I cried out and moaned his name. My fingers found his hair, and I held on tight as he started to rock my world.
He moved up to my clit, his lips wrapping around it and sucking gently as his tongue swirled in slow, maddeningly teasing circles. I went to pieces for him, moaning and whimpering, my slick juices coating his chin and dripping down my ass to his desk. His tongue swirled over my clit, his groans vibrating through me and sending me reeling as the pleasure exploded through me.
Jackson growled, making me gasp as his strong hands gripped my thighs and pushed my legs up high and wide. His tongue traced down lower, over my lips, and then lower still. My eyes went wide, my breath a gasp on my lips as his wicked tongue swirled over my tight little asshole.
“Oh God, Jackson—”
“Lay back, angel,” he growled, his hands tightening on my skin possessively. “Lay back and let me show you how good you can feel.”
His tongue dragged across my puckered, sensitive ring, making my whole body tremble in forbidden, wicked pleasure. My face blushed bright red at the thought of this man kissing me in so private a place, but he felt so fucking good that I never wanted him to stop. My whole body shivered in raw ecstasy as he tongued me slowly, teasing my little ass. His thumb moved to my clit, rolling over it in slow, deliberate circles as my entire world blurred at the edges.
His tongue pushed against my ass, pushing the tip against my ring as his thumb worked faster and faster. My breath caught in my throat, my pink nipples straining into hard little points and my whole body trembling with pleasure. He growled into my skin, his tongue and his fingers and his masculine groans pushing me higher and higher, until suddenly, the whole thing shattered.
I screamed, my hips arching off the desk against him as the powerful orgasm exploded through me. Jackson groaned, pinning me against his desk and keeping his tongue and his fingers moving, pushing me right through my climax until I was gasping for air and melting into a puddle on his desk. I trembled as he moved away, pulling me off his desk and scooping me into his arms as he sat back in his office chair
.
I could feel his thick, throbbing cock so hard against me through his pants. I gasped for air and shivered in the aftershocks of my orgasm as I reached between us and curled my fingers around it.
“I want it,” I moaned quietly. “I want all of it. I want you to have me, Jackson.”
He groaned, pulling me into him and kissing me fiercely.
“Please,” I panted.
He pulled back, his face hard and lined with raw lust and need, his eyes burning fiercely.
“Not here, sweetness,” he purred.
“But, I want—”
“Oh, I’m going to take you, Ada. I’m going to push my cock inside that sweet, tight little pussy and show you what a man feels like. I’m going to spread you wide and drive so deep you’ll miss me when I’m not inside of you.”
I gasped, kissing him hungrily.
“But when I do that,” he purred. “It’ll be with sheets at your back, like a queen.”
“Where…”
“My penthouse,” he growled. “Get dressed. I’m driving you there now.”
Chapter 8
Ada
Jackson’s dark matte-black Mustang roared through the streets of New York, making my heart thunder in my chest as the city blurred past us. Though, the car was only part of the reason for the thrill and adrenaline blazing through me. The other part was him, and the things we’d just done, and the promise of what was about to happen.
Also, the thrill that under my loose top and yoga pants that I’d put back on, I was bare. He’d plucked my panties from my hands when I’d tried to pull them back on and stuffed them into his pocket.
“These are mine now,” he’d growled.
The yoga pants were thin, and the car rumbled fiercely as we drove, sending naughty little tremors through my core as the seat beneath me throbbed against my bare little slit and aching clit.
Jackson turned to me, his face hard and full of raw lust.
“Take them off,” he growled.
“What?”
“Take off your yoga pants, angel. I can’t wait until we get home, I have to see you.”
I panted, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.
“Here? In the car?”
“Show me how wet that pussy is,” he purred, his eyes flashing fire. “Show me how ready that little pink cunt is for me.”
I whimpered, the thrill of his fierce words thundering through me.
And slowly, I nodded.
I turned towards him in my seat, my hands sliding to the elastic waist of the skin-tight pants. My thumbs hooked inside, and slowly, I started to peel them down as my pulse raced and the dirty girl inside of me roared to life.
“Like this, Doctor?” I cooed.
I grinned, watching the lust blaze across his face and the way his hands tightened to a white-knuckle grip on the wheel.
“Fuck, Ada,” he growled.
“Something wrong, Doctor Brody?” I purred in my sweetest most innocent voice. “I mean, you are a doctor and all, and I was hoping you could take a look at my little pussy and tell me what’s wrong?”
He growled fiercely, his jaw clenched tight.
“And what’s wrong with it, sweetness?”
“It’s so wet,” I gasped. I pulled the pants lower, showing him almost all of my slick, dripping pussy.
“More,” Jackson growled, his eyes darting between the road and me. “Show me more.”
I whimpered as I pushed the pants all the way down over my hips, sliding them down my legs to my knees. I pulled my legs up, spreading them as wide as I could with the stretchy material of the yoga pants binding my knees and letting him see my pink, slippery pussy.
“Like this, Doctor?” I panted.
Jackson groaned. “Touch yourself, angel. Play with that little pussy for me.”
I whimpered, my hand pushing between my legs until my fingers slid through my sticky, hot lips. I felt so naughty, and so on fire for this man. This was nothing I’d have ever done, but here with him, it was everything I wanted to do. I wanted to be bad for him, and show him how naughty I could be, because he brought it out in me.
“Like this?” I gasped as I started to roll my clit under my fingers. The pleasure spiked through me, making me moan loudly as I played with my clit. Jackson growled, and one of his hands left the wheel to reach for me.
“Mmm,” he growled, making me shiver. “So fucking wet for me, you bad little girl. Does your pussy always get so sticky and needy for much older men? For your doctor?”
I cried out as two of his fingers pushed deep and curled inside.
“Just for you!” I gasped, throwing my head back and rubbing my clit faster.
“Rub that bad girl clit for me, angel,” he growled. “Rub that little clit and make this pussy come on my fingers.”
“You want me to come for you, doctor?”
He turned, his eyes flashing fire at me as I felt myself start to tumble.
“I want this tight little cunt to coat my fingers in your cream so I can lick them clean. I want you to come for me, because I want you nice and wet and ready. Because when we get home, I’m going to spread those pretty thighs wide and slide every single inch of my cock deep inside.”
I cried out, teetering on the edge as my fingers blurred over my clit and his pumped in and out of my tight, clenching pussy.
“Come for me, angel,” Jackson growled out. “Come for me, love.”
Oh fuck.
My moans exploded through the roaring Mustang as the orgasm shattered through me. I screamed, clutching at his wrist and holding his fingers deep inside of me as the climax tumbled through my body and sent me reeling.
I was barely aware of us pulling into the underground parking lot and the car turning off. I was still panting and tingling all over when Jackson pulled the door open, wrapped me in a blanket, and carried me to the elevator — a private one — that would take us to us penthouse.
The doors had barely closed when he was searing his lips to mine and pressing me against the wall of the elevator. I could feel his big cock throbbing against my trembling slit as his powerful hands gripped my ass tight.
“Are you ready, sweetness?” he purred into my ear, making me shiver.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Then let me show you everything.”
Chapter 9
Jackson
The hot water sprayed down over us, her skin so rosy pink and warm as my muscled arms pulled her tight into me. I knew she’d just bathed in my office, but I’d just come from the hospital, and I needed to clean off. And besides that, I liked her sweet, supple body all soft and hot and flushed after a bath or a shower. I loved her fresh, and scrubbed clean, and so ready for my tongue, and my fingers, and my cock.
She whimpered so sweetly into my lips as my hands stroked her body. I soaped her up, our bodies sliding slickly together. My cock ached for release, throbbing rock-hard against my abs, sandwiched against her soft little body. She trembled for me as my hand slid down to soap that tight little ass, and the feel of her shuddering against me had my cock pulsing with need. Precum leaked freely from the swollen head, dripping down my abs and her belly, down between her legs as the hot water poured over us.
I kissed her slow and deep, listening to the sound of my heart thundering in my ears, and feeling hers do the same as she crushed herself against me.
Fuck, I was falling for this girl so hard it made my head spin. I’d wanted her, sure, from the second I saw her. I’d spent a week lusting over her sweet body, and craving it — wanting nothing more than to spread her pretty thighs and taste that tight young pussy. But it was more than that now — it was more than anything I’d ever known or even conceived of.
When I’d been younger, I thought you just found someone — maybe the first person, and just married them. That was life, right? That was what you were supposed to do, and a man like me — young, ambitious, a talented doctor, was supposed to be with someone like Jen.
Fuck. That.
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br /> That hadn’t been for me, and that’d been me thinking I had to do what “they” thought I should. And even in the years since then, with me throwing myself into my work and shutting my heart off from the rest of the world, and certainly from women, I’d kept that poisonous mind-set.
But then I’d met Ada, and everything had changed.
I groaned into her sweet, soft lips, holding her so close to me like I was afraid she might slip away. No, everything was different with her. She made me feel alive inside, in a way that usually only practicing medicine did. She lit something inside of me that I’d snuffed out long ago. She completed me, and now that I’d found her, I was never ever going to let her go.
I knew they’d talk. I knew the circles she came from, and the ones I also did, would wrinkle their stuffy, haughty noses at this. I knew they’d say she was too young, or that I didn’t come from an exclusive enough family. I didn’t personally know him, but I knew of her father, who sat on the boards of a number of hospitals in the city with his wealth and his power. I knew the sort of man he was, and what he’d say about a man like me with his daughter.
But I didn’t care. I couldn’t care about that, not with this angel in my arms, her lips on mine, and the water running over us. Let them all click their tongues and wrinkle their noses. Let them fret that I’m so much older than her, or not pedigreed enough.
Fuck them.
This angel, my sweetness, my heart…she was mine. Mine forever, and nothing was going to change that.
I wanted her in every conceivable way. I wanted to claim her body, of course, but it was her heart I also knew was mine. With Ada, I saw the future we could have together. I saw her belly round and her cheeks flushed as the life we created grew inside of her. I saw children running around, part of the life we’d build together.
I wanted to breed her. I wanted to spread her legs wide, pull her into me, and slide every inch of my thick cock inside of her. I wanted to pin her to the bed and fuck her, to make her mine entirely, and to make her come again and again until she could barely stand it. And it’d be then that I filled her with my seed. It’d be then that I’d fill that pretty little pussy to the brim with my hot cum, until it dribbled down her thighs.