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“Jackson. We need to be watching,” she moaned against his mouth as she threaded her fingers through his hair.

“It’s early yet. Nothing will happen for hours,” he murmured as he nibbled along her jaw line, her earlobe, her neck. “Baby, I have to taste you, feel you now. I won’t get another chance later.” Her body was vibrating with need. Liquid heat flooded her sensitive folds; her cunt undulated, waiting to be filled with him. Only him.

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Chapter Twenty-Two

Jackson’s mouth devoured hers, his head tilted, his tongue licking then delving past her lips, her teeth, to stroke the delicate interior. He sipped at her tongue nibbled at her lips as he stalked her, pressing her back until she found herself wedged between the rough cool stone and the searing heat of Jackson’s solid hard body. The provocative way he moved against her, abrading her swollen nipples through her bra, the soft cotton of her shirt, heightened her arousal.

He leaned away from her body, but only enough to touch her face, to caress the rounded sides of her breasts. They felt as though they were swelling, filling his big hands with her heated flesh. His thumbs massaged her nipples. She squirmed as his hand moved lower, slowly, as though he loved the feel of her stomach, her navel, flooding her senses with every erotic touch. He unbuttoned her jeans. His fingers trailed lower, just above the elastic band of her panties. Gently, lightly, he teased the ultra sensitive skin and she felt she was going up in flames.

His hand slid inside her panties to the curls covering her mound, and over the pouting lips of her sex. His fingers moved over the crevice between, drawing her juices over her swelling flesh. His mouth muted her cries as his fingers probed between her slick folds. She ground her hips against his hand as his tongue moved inside her mouth, mimicking the way his fingers stroked her saturated pussy.

Her breath was coming in pants as she clutched at his shoulders. She wrapped a leg around his hip and pulled him closer as she pushed her pelvis against the straining bulge of his cock. A sound that was greedy and raw escaped his throat and his hands became rough and hungry.

With his free hand he shoved her shirt and bra up together, freeing her breasts. He growled, taking one taut peak inside his hot mouth. His tongue flicked over it and she grit her teeth and swallowed her scream. His finger plunged inside her, stroking her as the juices flowing from her gripping flesh flooded his hand. Her mind was fuzzy, her whole focus on the building tension growing, throbbing within her. She cried out, unable to stop herself. He was taking her to the edge and she was helpless.

“Shhh, baby,” he whispered hoarsely against her throbbing lips.

“I can’t,” she whimpered, licking her swollen lips and tore at his shirt. She wasn’t sure how she got his shirt off and she didn’t care. She loved this man; she wanted this man, like she’d never wanted anyone. She was voracious. Her need, her desire was like a hot current running along every nerve.

She pulled him closer, loving the feel of his warm smooth skin, the ripple of his muscles as he pleasured her. Her nails bit into his hard bulging biceps. She licked and bit and sucked his neck. Her blood was raging through her veins, demanding more of him. She needed to feel him inside her.

Her hands slid down his chest, unfastened his jeans and freed him. His hot, rock hard cock filled her hand and she stroked him. She kissed him, sucked his bottom lip.

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Her thumb smoothed over his velvety tip, the drop of pre-cum spreading as she explored. She stroked down his shaft, feeling the blood pulse rapidly through the bulging veins as he jerked against her. “Fuck me, Jackson,” she whimpered breathlessly in his ear.

He yanked the shirt and bra over her head and threw it aside. She opened her eyes and met his dark gaze. “God, you’re making me crazy,” he snarled low before possessing her mouth again. She cried into his mouth as he shoved her pants down.

Her world tilted and she found herself lying on the bedroll. He held her effortlessly, as though she were weightless. He pulled her jeans off with a single tug. She lay there, overheated, naked, watching him as he stepped out of his own jeans and knelt between her legs. His strength and the power of his lust for her had her trembling in anticipation.

He grasped her hips and pulled her forward, and she rose up, straddling him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His cock nestled between the sopping engorged lips of her cunt and she gasped. His hands caressed her ass, slowly moving her back and forth, letting the round swollen head glide against her throbbing clit.

Rebecca kissed him frantically, moaning into his mouth. He groaned and cupped her breast, weighing and kneading it as his mouth moved down, nibbling her collarbone, his tongue laving her other breast. She arched her back as his teeth grazed her nipple, sending her spiraling out of control. She clutched at him, panting as her head fell back.

His hand fisted in her hair and he pulled her to him. His mouth covered hers swallowing her screams as her orgasm seized her. It pounded through her and her body shuddered from the force of it. Jackson didn’t give her time to recover. He lifted her then, impaling her onto his thick shaft; he filled her, her rippling flesh clutching at his invading cock. She clung to him as the waves crashed over her again and again.

“So tight,” he groaned as he began to move inside her. “So hot, wet, tight.”

She pressed against him and rode. Her body, coated with sweat, slid against him.

Every brush of her erect nipples against his chest sent spirals of pleasure surging through her, coiling tighter and tighter, building. “Harder, Jackson,” she croaked.

“Yeah, baby. Wrap your legs around me.” He held her hips still while she leaned back bracing her body on her arms, her hands fisted in the padded bedroll. “Tighter, hold on tighter.” She tried to catch her breath as she did as he instructed, locking her ankles behind his back.

Jackson supported her shoulders, neck and head with one arm. The other supported her back as he slammed into her. Hard. Every thrust sent mind numbing pleasure thundering through her. The sound of their labored breathing, the slapping of wet flesh against wet flesh, intensified her need.

She clenched her thighs around him, arching, thrusting upward, taking him in, all of him. She heard the small cries that came from her, they sounded far away. She tightened the walls of her sheath around him, feeling the friction as he withdrew and drove into her again. She was focused only on Jackson, the pleasure that engulfed her, the pleasure that she was giving him.

Her climax shattered into a million tiny shards of sensation. She rose up clutching at his arms, her breath caught in her throat and she struggled not to scream. She bit her lip 105

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as low strangled moans escaped from deep inside. Jackson plunged deeper and deeper, touching her womb. Rebecca couldn’t distinguish between the pain and the pleasure.

Her cunt spasmed again and again, her slick cream flowing from her with every climax, coating his pistoning shaft, his balls as they slapped against her. The ripples of ecstasy she thought were fading swelled and grew and tore through her again. She thought she might die and she didn’t give a damn. Her heart pounded, her body flooded with overwhelming sensation.

Jackson bared his teeth as he surged inside her again, then once more. His gaze locked with hers. He groaned, his hot cum filling her. Her pulsing cunt captured him, milking him.

He lifted her body and held her close. “My Becca,” he murmured as he changed positions and laid back, her body draping over him, his semi-rigid cock still inside her.

She closed her eyes, nuzzling his chest. She felt sated, limp, and so in love, shuddering as aftershocks vibrated through her. If he only knew how much hope she put in those two words.

For a moment she lay still, giving her body time to cool, her breathing to even out.

Jackson ran a hand over her hair and kissed her forehead. It was such a tender thing to do, so intimate. She knew he cared, and for now that was enough. She kissed his chest; her tongue caressed his flat brown nipple. She smiled at his sharp intake of breath, felt the pulses of blood pumping into his shaft, making him swell and lengthen inside her again.

He closed his eye on a groan and lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper. Slowly she rose over him, her hands splayed on his chest, bracing herself above him. Slowly he opened his eyes and met her gaze. She moved slowly, pulling away and taking him in again. She flexed the muscled walls of her vagina as she sheathed him and his lids lowered over stormy gray eyes.

His hands gripped her hips. Hard, rigid muscle rippled under her fingers as they circled his nipples and skimmed over his sweat-dampened body. “You feel so good.”

She moaned, riding him with achingly slow strokes, his cock like steel, stretching, filling her. His hands cupped her heaving breasts, his thumbs grazing her stiff aching nipples.

She groaned as she picked up the pace, her juices gathered and flowed from her.

His hand moved down her stomach and glided through the wet thatch of curls to the top of her pussy. He found her clit and rubbed, circled it, as she rotated her hips, grinding against him. She whimpered as his cock pressed against her G-spot. Her head fell forward, letting her long hair trail over his chest.

“Mmm, feels good, Becca. Yeah, baby, do that. Oh yeah.” He grasped her hips again, his fingers biting into her flesh as he arched his hips to meet her circling thrusts.

She spread her legs wider and arched her back, bouncing harder and faster. She couldn’t contain the small breathy cries that came from deep inside her as long violent waves of sensation crashed over her. Her body trembled, bathed in a gripping euphoria.

She bit her lip to keep from screaming out her release.

She watched the passion swirl in Jackson’s eyes. She was mesmerized by his expression. His hooded gaze held hers as he growled, baring his teeth. He didn’t give her climax time to decrease in intensity before he took control and changed positions with her, carefully turning her onto her stomach without leaving her body.

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His knees were between hers, pressing her thighs farther apart. His arm banded around her stomach as he surged into her with deep soul shaking thrusts that had her screaming into the pillow. She cried out with every explosion of pleasure as climax after climax ripped through her, every time his balls slapped against her clit, every time he slammed into her. Her body was raging with incredible and frenzied sensations. He groaned her name as he erupted, filling her with hot cream, soothing her.

Exhausted, they collapsed together; he lay on his side pulling her against him, sweeping the damp curls away from her face and neck. He kissed her cheek, her neck.

“You’re so soft, baby, so sweet.” He nibbled and licked at the tender skin behind her ear.

“I’ll never get enough of you. The way you feel, the way you taste.” Her stomach quivered as his hand splayed over her soft skin. “But, I’ll let you have a few minutes to recuperate.”

Rebecca breathed deeply and turned in his arms. She smiled and touched his face.

“Thanks, I’ve never felt so good for so long. I’m not sure it was good for my system. I’m afraid I’ll need more than a few minutes to come back down to earth.”

His lips curved as he bent to kiss her gently at first then more deeply. His tongue rubbed against hers sensuously.

“Or, maybe not,” she moaned, pressing against him. Her body responded to his so readily. Even though she still shook with aftershocks, her clit aching, her vagina throbbing from over stimulation, with only a kiss he could still seduce her. She still wanted him; she’d never stop wanting him.

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Chapter Twenty-Three

It was like she stepped into a fantasy world. Fireflies twinkled everywhere like fairy lights. The soft sultry breeze carried the scent of honeysuckle and pine. The melodic sound of the gentle mountain stream as it flowed down over the slick rocks was soothing. Jackson stood waist deep in the deeper part of the water watching her from under lowered lids, a roguish grin curving those wonderfully firm lips. Shadows made him look mysterious, dangerous, exotic, like a mystic king enticing an innocent virgin to sacrifice her purity to please him.

Standing naked on the bank of the creek, her arms wrapped around her stomach, Rebecca shuddered at the thought, and then smirked. She was the farthest thing from virginal but she wasn’t immune to his seduction. He was too damn enticing to resist. He quickly sank into the swirling water and emerged again with a splash, smoothing his hair back, the water sluicing off the hard planes of his body.

He caught her gaze again. “You look incredible standing there like that.” His voice lowered to a growl. “An incredibly sexy little pixie.”

Rebecca grinned. “Pest, Pixie
Pest
. Remember?”

He shook his head slowly. “No, just a whole lotta heat in a tight little package.

Mmm, so hot. C’mere, I need to touch you.”

“Again?” she teased.

He eyed her a moment and began walking out of the creek toward her. “And again, and again…”

Rebecca watched Jackson’s muscles bunch and ripple as he moved toward her and her mouth went dry. His shaft, heavy, jutting, glistened in the waning light. She should back up, she told herself. But her gaze was locked with his and something held her in place. Her body swayed with the impact of his desire for her. Even in the dusky light she could see it there, plain in his eyes.

He took her hand and helped her step down into the stream. He led her to several large smooth stones. The brisk clear water rushed over them faster there and didn’t rise much over her ankle.

He lowered himself onto a wide flat stone, careful not to slip. “Here, sit here,” he said spreading her legs, his shaft bobbing against the current.

“Sit?” she asked wide-eyed with a crooked smile.