Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89878 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“I’m not. I’m telling you the truth. Please, more.”
I clamp my lips around her clit and suck, causing her hips to buck against my mouth. The way I thrust my tongue into her wet hole, I treat her like my own personal dessert that’s meant for me to devour, using the juices from her arousal to lube her back hole. “Have you touched yourself since I fucked you?”
She shakes her head back and forth.
“Good. Every orgasm belongs to me. Your cum is mine. God, look at you. Drenched. Swollen. You are a beautiful mess, pet.”
Georgia pants, riding my face, and I’m a beast eating her out. I want to fuck her ’til she breaks, but I can’t stop tasting her. “Jackson, I’m gonna come.”
“Don’t you dare. I want you coming on my cock.” I stand, drop my clothes to the floor, and sink into her heat. Her body trembles. She’s close, and fuck, so am I. I take her mouth and kiss her with frenzied passion, never wanting to come up for air. She feels like heaven clenching around my cock. I pull almost all the way out just to pound back into her. My heart races out of control. I need more. “I need to own all of you,” I growl, tugging her leg up my chest. Her pants and moans are like a drug. “I’m going to fill you with my cum. Fuck!” My balls tighten, and my cock tenses with desire. “Take my cum, pet.”
“Yes—please, yes.”
I almost black out as her pussy flutters and her walls grip me. “That’s it, baby girl. I can feel your cunt gushing all over my cock.”
The thought of our juices mixing, making a mess of the sheets, has me hammering into her. She collapses onto the bed, and I pull out, cupping her throbbing pussy. I slide my finger inside her, spreading our juices over her lips. “This is how perfect we are together, Peach.” I swipe my finger over her bottom lip. “This is us. Perfect fucking pair. Taste us. Tell me how divine we are.”
My eyes become hooded as she drags her tongue along her lip. Her nipples become even harder, and I pinch one, then squeeze her tit in my hand. “Mine,” I say, my voice hoarse.
“Yours.”
I lower her legs and lean in, kissing her softly. She melts into me, and I tuck us both under the sheets. As she rests her head on my chest, an overwhelming emotion stirs within me. “Georgia,” I say her name, wanting her to understand the weight of what I’m about to say.
“Yeah?”
“I want you to understand I’ve only said this to two people—my ex and my son. With my ex… when a woman gives you a son, it does something to you. You feel this overwhelming gratitude—this sense of responsibility and loyalty. And in all that noise, it’s easy to confuse duty with love. I convinced myself it was real. That we were building something. But when the smoke cleared, what we had wasn’t love. Not like this. Not like what I feel for you.” I pause, letting the truth settle between us. “With you, it’s not about obligation or doing what’s right. It’s this... constant pull. It’s messy and consuming and terrifying. And I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you. I need you to know that.”
She raises her head, finding the raw emotion in my eyes. Vulnerability. But she has to know. She’s brought me to my knees. And as much as I tell her I own her, she owns me.
“Thank you for sharing that with me. I don’t use those words lightly, either. But my heart knows this is where I’m meant to be. It might not be right, but some things in life are beyond our control. And this is one of them. Like you said, we’ll figure it out. Together.”
Chapter twenty-six
Georgia
My eyes flutter open at the sound of Jackson’s phone. I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep. I spot Jackson dressed, standing by the window. “Tell me what you’ve got.” His brows are furrowed, his shoulders tight. “Send me the images. Now!” He disconnects the call and looks over at me. “Did you get some rest?”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“You needed it. Have you eaten?”
My stomach growls at the question. “Not since breakfast yesterday.” Guilt fills his eyes, and he frowns.
“Fuck. Let’s get you something to eat.”
“What time is it?”
“A little past three. I want you out of this hotel and in something worthy of your presence. Gather your shit.”
I nod and collect my things. Not that I unpacked, but I’d managed to brush my teeth and shower. When I reenter the bedroom, Jackson seems even more tense.
“Is everything okay?” He looks at me, and I have a feeling he wants to lie to me. “No lying. If we’re in this together, no secrets.”