Page 13 of Stranded
“So fucking sexy in those dresses and skirts you wear.”
I reeled back as if he’d slapped me across the face.
“Wait a minute. What do?—”
He shifted his head, and his lips came down on mine hard. Shocked, I opened my mouth, and he used the opportunity to shove his tongue inside. A loud moan rumbled from my chest.
Jackson tightened his arms around me and hauled me up onto his lap, deepening the kiss. Passion exploded between us, and I felt like I was being consumed by a raging fire. I clutched his shoulders as our tongues met in a heated dance. He tangled his fingers in my hair, and suddenly all I wanted was to feel more of him.
Fuck.
Only a forbidden passion could burn so good.
“Jackson,” I moaned.
“Shh. Don’t speak. Just… please.”
His mouth came back down on mine while he reached around behind me and grasped my ass. A cry tore from my lips when he squeezed. Then he raised my skirt. The one he said he hated. But he didn’t really, did he?
He racked up the material to my waist and cupped me between my thighs. My cock was already hard.
“Fuck,” he swore. “You have no panties on.”
What happened to not saying anything? I’d gotten rid of them last night, no longer comfortable with the same string riding between my ass for days.
Jackson caressed my dick, spat in his hand, and caught my cock in his.
Snapping out of my daze, I reached for his zipper too. The zipper was already down when he grabbed my wrist.
“What is it?”
“I can’t…”
“You can’t what?” I shook off his hand and cupped his hard-on. “It feels hard to me.”
“You witch.”
The words should have sounded offensive, but I understood. I also was bewitched by his hand stroking my cock. I helped him out of his jeans, not surprised to find him going commando.
“Spit on it,” he said.
I spat on his cock, but he fanned my hand away. His lips found mine in another passionate kiss of twining tongues and grazing teeth. He took control of both our cocks, stroking me against him. His cock was so rigid. Surely, they’d been mistaken that this man was impotent. Nothing about the way his cock felt against mine said this man couldn’t perform in bed.
In fact, I wanted him to flip me onto my knees and sink his cock into my aching hole now.
“Jackson, please.” I bucked up into his palm.
“This is the only thing I dare to give you, Deni baby. And hope the sin isn’t so great that I won’t one day be forgiven.”
“Forgi-hnngh.”
Without warning, sharp contractions stabbed at my groin. Oh.
I grabbed his shoulders and cried out, losing myself in the sensation of our skins rubbing together as I came and exploded over both of us.
Mouth wide open, eyes half-closed, I watched him use my cum to lube up his cock and stroke himself fast. He hissed.
He released his cock, grasped me around the waist, and planted me on his lap so I was straddling him in reverse cowboy style. He shoved my back until I leaned forward. Then he flipped my skirt up, baring my bottom. Jackson caught the fleshy underside of my cheeks and pinched. Ouch, that hurt, but fuck, my cock grew hard again. He didn’t stop. Just kept pinching my ass, which would definitely be red and sore tomorrow. And all the time, he never stopped stroking his cock.
