QUIVER, BOOK SEVEN (A DARK ROMANCE) Page 4

  “You’re too good at this,” I whispered. “I can’t wait!”

  He grinned in approval. “You better.”

  “Baby! Please! Please, let me cum!”

  “Not until it’s completely melted, Emery. It’s getting close now. You can wait a little bit longer, can’t you, lamb?” He pushed another one of his fingers inside of me, stretching me out even further around his fingers. “You’re almost there now, baby.”

  “Please! Jackson! God, please!” My orgasm started growing at the center of my stomach, making its way down to my pussy with a shooting pain I had never experienced before. “It’s coming!”

  “It’s all melted, Emery, you can cum like the little freak you are now.” He thrust his fingers in and out of me faster and faster for a few more seconds before pulling his hands out of me completely and pushing his face between my legs. “Go ahead and cum all over my face, little lamb, give me those fucking nectars all over my tongue so I can own every damn drop.”

  His permission was the only thing my body had been waiting for and my final ounce of control slipped away happily, sending my orgasm floating out of my skin and into his mouth like a firework on the God damn fourth of July. Jackson was true to his word, swallowing every drop of my cum before bringing his lips back up to mine and kissing me hard on my puffy lips, smearing my own juices all over my tongue in the process.

  He flipped my body over again in the process, throwing my legs around his waist and pushing back from me so that he was lying flat on his back. He put his hands behind his head and growled. “I want you to show me just how much you missed me, lamb.”

  “H-How do you want me to do that?” The words probably came out as fuzzy as my body felt. It wasn’t right for him to expect me to have a full conversation when my body was still trying to return to normal from the world of pleasure it had just experienced.

  “I want you to take that huge cock out and ride it like there’s no tomorrow, Emery.” He pushed his solid erection into my center and growled. “Show him what he’s been missing.”

  My mind was whirling and my pussy throbbing almost as hard as my chest. It was the only time he had ever offered up any kind of control, the first time he had ever given me a task that was completely up to me to prove I was capable of accomplishing. I didn’t want to screw it up; I wanted to leave him feeling just as rattled as he had left me.

  I pushed my hand into his boxers and let his cock spring out. I moved my fingers up and down the tip, pushing against the intense veins that were popping out. It was satisfying to see him so hard, pleasurable knowing that he had been waiting this whole time to get off.

  “Put it inside of you, baby,” he whispered.

  I had never done that before, never been in charge of finding that spot perfectly. I moved over his body, sliding his cock up and down my slit a few times before pushing it in slowly and starting to rock back and forth over him. I let my hands fall to his chest and moaned slightly. “Oh, wow.”

  “Yeah, just like that, Emery, look at me while you rock back and forth over that big cock.” He moved his hands into my thighs, sinking his nails so hard into my skin that it hurt. “Show me how much you fucking want me and only me.”

  I started moving faster over him and he pushed down even harder on my legs, forcing more of his huge member inside of my tight walls. “You like that, don’t you, dirty girl?”

  “Y-Yes,” I moaned, trying to take even more of him. “I love it.”

  “Yeah, you love having me inside of you.” His jaw tensed, pleasure radiating out of his dark gray eyes as he started moving his hips against me. “I’m the only one who’s ever going to be inside of you, Emery, no other man is ever going to have my pussy.”

  I moaned loudly, feeling his cock jerking hard inside of me.

  “Fucking say it!” he demanded.

  “No one else is ever going to be inside of me,” I gasped. “This is yours, all yours.” I felt his hands move up to my back before he flipped me over again, thrusting harder into me as he moved my hands back over my head again. He was close to cumming, I could feel it, and I knew he had given up the amount of control he was capable of. Me riding him, being in charge for more than a few minutes wasn’t an option for him; he was too dominating for that. He got off on being the boss of me way too much to give it up for long.

  “Say it again,” he whispered into my ear, pounding my pussy so hard that I felt like it might snap in half. “Tell me I’m the only one who’s ever going to be inside of you, little lamb.”

  “You, only you, Jackson. No one else will ever be inside of me.”

  “Fuck,” he roared, giving one final jerk before he exploded all over inside of me. He was panting heavily over me, giving me one last kiss before he pulled off of me and removed his cock from my pussy. “I almost forgot how tight that shit is,” he mumbled. “Almost.”

  "That was..."

  "That was nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you, lamb." He flipped over and kissed me roughly. "It's going to be a long fucking night. If I were you, I would plan on being sore tomorrow."

  I looked up at him and sighed, wondering if I would ever come across someone who was as beautiful as Jackson was again in my life. I opened my mouth, on the edge of speaking the words out loud before I caught myself and retreated. Jackson wouldn’t care about a thought like that.

  He was too tragic to care.

  I couldn’t help but wonder what that made me.

  ***

  I moved as silently as I could across the floor of the kitchen, desperate to get something cold enough to ease the dryness of my throat. Well, that, and to put some distance between Jackson and me. I could see the edge drift back into his mind after we had finished physically stimulating one another over and over until he had finally fallen asleep next to me.

  He hadn't been kidding about working me out. The dirty things we had done would be on replay in my mind for days to come. I hated how everything about him left me more confused than ever.

  I hated thinking about how much the need for revenge was going to affect him until Cameron was caught and he could do what he had to do to him in order to gain some peace of mind.

  If I was being honest, though, it was more than that.

  I knew I had to talk to Jackson about what the hell we were, about what the hell I had heard him tell his brothers. He had said he was in love with me, had he meant it? If so, why did it still feel like I was still the outsider in this family?

  The questions were dying to spill out of me but I knew I had to wait for the right time. If I pounced on Jackson when he was already anxious then it would only send him into a further rage.

  Still, it had to be soon.

  If I didn’t speak up I knew I would snap, spilling it out at the worst time possible and in the worst way possible. That was what always happened every time I kept something inside of me too long, letting it bottle up and then boil over like a disease I couldn’t cure.

  I heard my phone going off upstairs and cringed

  Shit, it was probably Charlotte.

  She hadn’t let up over the past few days.

  I turned around, desperate to get to it before it woke anybody up only to stumble backward into a pair of large arms as something was pushed against my mouth and forced into my nostrils. My vision immediately started to become blurry and my eyelids grew heavy.

  Did I… did someone drug me?

  My legs gave out from underneath me, causing me to stumble further back into the figure behind me. “Easy,” a deep voice whispered into my ear. “It’s time for you to come with me.”

  And then everything faded to blackness.

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