Page 89 of One Time Only (One Time Only 1)
I love this like crazy, but I want to watch him.
“Stone, let me see your face.”
He lets go of my dick and rises up on his knees, pouring more lube on his fingers. “Better?”
“Yeah,” I say, as he works his fingers in deeper, his eyes on mine the whole time. I breathe in, out, in, adjusting as he plays with me, pressing, crooking.
Then he gets me right there.
He hits my P-spot. My vision blurs.
“Oh, fuck me,” I moan as everything turns white-hot inside me. “I nearly forgot how good that is . . . fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“I’ll help you remember anytime,” he says, and adds another finger. Lust ripples through me, a blinding wave as he bends that magic finger in just the right way.
“Is that good?” he asks.
I nod savagely. “So good.”
“I bet it’d be even better if we could get some cock action,” he says, adding more lube to his palm then wrapping a fist around my shaft. He strokes my cock while he fucks my ass with his fingers.
My cells light up, lust careening through me everywhere. I push up onto my elbows, raise one arm, and reach for his face so I can cup his jaw. “Fuck me now.”
“Hell to the yes.”
He lets go of my dick, pours some more lube onto his shaft, then settles between my legs, nudging them apart.
For a few seconds, vulnerability tears through me. This is not my MO, not the position I’m usually in.
But when I look at him, all I see is a man who wants to make it good for me.
I whisper, “Stone.”
As he presses against me, he looks up. “Yeah, J?”
“Look at me,” I say, because I do feel vulnerable, but I want to experience every second of this with him and me connected.
Our eyes lock. “No place else I’d rather look. Ever.”
With his gaze holding mine, I let a big breath fill my entire body, spreading relaxation and desire at the same time. He pushes a little deeper then lets go of his dick, wraps his hand around my length, and strokes up with a nice, tight grip that makes me shudder.
The pressure is intense. I burn as he goes deeper. I grit my teeth for a second.
“You okay, J? Do you need me to stop?”
I shake my head. “Don’t you dare.”
I slide my knees up higher, giving him more room. That does the trick. He sinks deeper into me, stroking me as he goes.
I breathe in and out, taking him. When he bottoms out, his eyes go glossy with desire.
He shudders—a full-body tremble that seems to move in a wave through him.
It’s gorgeous and breathtaking at the same time.
His shoulders shake. He mutters, “So good,” over and over.
I grip his ass, pull him tighter, and let all of these new sensations fill me at once—the physical that’s so much more.
That’s become everything I’ve longed for. Everything I’ve wanted.
And now I get to have that kind of love.
Big and true and passionate.38StoneI am in heaven.
Officially in dirty, filthy heaven.
That’s how it feels to slide deep into my man’s beautiful, carved body.
To look at Jackson and move inside him.
He’s hot and tight as he clenches around me. I unleash a feral groan because it feels spectacular to fuck him, and to fuck him bare. It’s so damn good that I tremble, shaking all over as I go deeper.
He breathes out hard, his lips parting beautifully. A bead of sweat slides down his chest. He lets out a long, delicious murmur. “Mmmmm . . .”
That sound alone gets me going. I push a little farther, pump a little harder. “Fucking you is amazing, J,” I rasp out.
He grabs my ass harder, pulling me deeper into him. I love that he wants it like this. That he wants me as hard and deep as he gives it to me.
“But it’s better if we kiss,” he growls, grabbing my face, yanking me close.
He smashes his lips to mine, and holy hell. Magic sparks in my body as he kisses me like he owns me.
He does own me. He owns my pleasure.
He owns my heart. He owns my soul.
As we kiss, my hand slides down his chest, over his abs, on a tantalizing track for his cock. I take it in my fist.
He groans louder, grunting, thrusting up against me. “Why don’t you fuck me harder and jerk me off?”
I heed the call, swiveling my hips, working my man the way he works me.
Deeply, relentlessly, ruthlessly.
And hell, does it work.
Jackson is a hot mess.
He is a moaning, groaning mass of muscle and sweat and sin breaking apart beneath me.
He arches, bowing his back, grappling at my arms. “Gonna come any second. Gonna come so hard.”
Pleasure coils in me, gathers in my balls, then intensifies as he shoots all over my hand and his chest. It’s gorgeous and filthy. And it sets me off. I fuck him so hard I lose my mind and come too, in a spiral of bliss.
