Chapter 0881
I groan a little, resting my forehead against Jackson’s shoulder as he slowly begins to move within me again. “Jacks,” I whisper, shaking my head a bit. “I don’t know if I can.”

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” he murmurs, his big hands stroking long and slow over my sensitive skin, rocking me lightly as he begins to barely, gently, press himself more deeply into me again and again. His hand cups my cheek, turning my face to him, and I stare at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes. “But I don’t think you want me to stop. And I think you can do it again.”

I stare at him for a moment as my body slowly starts to respond, that pleasure starting to coil again, even through the loose and languid set of my muscles from the first orgasm – even through my exhaustion –

I nod, meaning it – wanting it –

God, but I could fuck him every moment for the rest of my life and not miss anything else, anything at all. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, ceding him complete control. Whatever he wants, I’ll do – after all, it’s only ever been a good decision when I just let Jackson take charge.

“Good girl,” Jackson murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to my mouth before wrapping his arms tighter around me, pressing me close to his body as he first turns and then lays me out with my back flat against our little sleeping mat.

And then, Jackson proceeds to take his time.