As Hot as It Gets
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“Shockingly enough, I am the furthest thing from bor—” She squeaked in delight when he moved his hand to her chest and squeezed one breast.
“You like that?”
“Mmmmm.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He brought his other hand into play and began toying with her br**sts, kneading and stroking until she was squirming on the couch.
His c**k was an iron spike, straining against his zipper and pleading for some attention, but Jackson ignored the big guy’s pleas and channeled all his energy on Mia. On making her feel so good she’d never use the words sex and boring in the same sentence again.
“I want to see these perfect tits of yours,” he muttered, reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt.
She shivered as he slowly slid the cotton fabric up and over her head, leaving her in a black bikini-style bra. “They’re small,” she warned him.
He disagreed instantly. “Perfect,” he repeated.
“Yeah, I’m sure my barely-a-B-cup is a major turn-on.”
“You sayin’ I’m not turned on?” Jackson ground his erection on her pelvis. “How’s that for turned on?”
Her lips widened in a little O, a glaze of lust darkening her green eyes. “My boobs get you that hard?”
“Yup.”
He traced the swell of each mound with his finger, then undid the front clasp and exposed her to his gaze. Her br**sts were indeed small, but they were damn perky, with pearly-pink ni**les that made his mouth water.
“Sweet Lord, I want to eat you up.”
With a husky growl, he dipped his head, took one rigid nipple between his lips and sucked hard. He knew he was being a little too rough, but he was so overcome with lust he couldn’t rein himself in. Luckily, Mia didn’t seem to be complaining.
The sexiest sounds he’d ever heard escaped her throat as he feasted on her br**sts. He licked every inch of exposed flesh, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure, and when his teeth gently nibbled on one distended bud, Mia’s lower body almost shot off the couch.
“Oh God. Do that again.”
His breathing grew shallow. “You like the bitin’, huh?”
“Yes.”
He bit harder this time, then flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple to soothe the ache. He did it over and over again, focusing on one nipple, then the other, all the while grinding his pelvis against hers in a futile attempt to give his throbbing c**k some kind of relief.
When the ache became unbearable, he shifted positions so that his groin was nestled beside her, and then reached for the button of her jeans. He popped it open deftly and dragged her zipper down with a smooth hiss.
“I’m gonna make you come again, Mia.”
An anguished noise left her mouth. “God. Please.”
Jackson had her jeans and panties off in the blink of an eye. His gaze roamed her naked body, and when it reached her completely bare pu**y, his breath caught in his throat.
“I don’t have a lot of time for grooming,” she said sheepishly. “So I just wax it all off every month.”
Saliva pooled in his mouth. Goddammit, he wanted to taste her. Wanted to slide down her body and f**k that sweet pu**y with his mouth until she was screaming in ecstasy. But he wouldn’t. Not tonight, anyway. Nope, tonight he had a plan and he intended on sticking to it.
The plan, of course, was to tease the living daylights out of her on every single date so she’d always be left wanting more.
He skimmed his palm over her flat belly, smiling when her muscles quivered in anticipation. Ever so slowly, his hand made its way to her smooth mound. With the tip of his index finger, he lightly grazed her clit.
Mia jerked with a rapid breath. “More,” she begged.
“More…” He trailed off thoughtfully. “More what?”
“More everything,” she sputtered. “Just…touch me, damn it.”
“I am touching you, sugar.” To punctuate that, he idly stroked her clit again.
“Damn it, Jackson. I. Want. More.”
For a woman who insisted that she wasn’t into sex, she had no problem voicing her needs.
With a faint smile, he applied more pressure on her swollen clit, rubbing in a steady, circular motion.
The second Mia purred in pleasure, he stopped.
“Jackson.” Desperation and displeasure clung to her voice.
“Patience, Mia,” he chided. “I don’t just hand out orgasms willy-nilly.”
Her hips moved restlessly as she tried to make contact with his fingers again. “I hate you.”
He planted a quick kiss on her lips before meeting her gaze. “I’m gonna make you beg for it.”
“I am begging!”
“Naah, this ain’t beggin’. Not yet, anyway.”
Very methodically, he rubbed his palm over her damp folds. Heat and moisture suffused his hand, and his c**k went impossibly harder, painfully pressing into his zipper.
He watched Mia’s face as he stroked her, loving the cloudy passion in her eyes, the rosy blush on her cheeks, the way she kept licking her lips before parting them sensually. When he traced her slit with one finger, she let out a soft sigh, and then, when he dipped that finger in the wetness pooling at her opening, the sigh became a groan of agitation.
His gaze remained locked with hers as he prodded and toyed. Soon his finger was coated with her juices, which made it dang easy to slide inside her. Her inner muscles instantly clamped around his finger, trapping it there.
“You like that?”
“Mmmmm.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He brought his other hand into play and began toying with her br**sts, kneading and stroking until she was squirming on the couch.
His c**k was an iron spike, straining against his zipper and pleading for some attention, but Jackson ignored the big guy’s pleas and channeled all his energy on Mia. On making her feel so good she’d never use the words sex and boring in the same sentence again.
“I want to see these perfect tits of yours,” he muttered, reaching for the bottom of her T-shirt.
She shivered as he slowly slid the cotton fabric up and over her head, leaving her in a black bikini-style bra. “They’re small,” she warned him.
He disagreed instantly. “Perfect,” he repeated.
“Yeah, I’m sure my barely-a-B-cup is a major turn-on.”
“You sayin’ I’m not turned on?” Jackson ground his erection on her pelvis. “How’s that for turned on?”
Her lips widened in a little O, a glaze of lust darkening her green eyes. “My boobs get you that hard?”
“Yup.”
He traced the swell of each mound with his finger, then undid the front clasp and exposed her to his gaze. Her br**sts were indeed small, but they were damn perky, with pearly-pink ni**les that made his mouth water.
“Sweet Lord, I want to eat you up.”
With a husky growl, he dipped his head, took one rigid nipple between his lips and sucked hard. He knew he was being a little too rough, but he was so overcome with lust he couldn’t rein himself in. Luckily, Mia didn’t seem to be complaining.
The sexiest sounds he’d ever heard escaped her throat as he feasted on her br**sts. He licked every inch of exposed flesh, teasing her, drawing out her pleasure, and when his teeth gently nibbled on one distended bud, Mia’s lower body almost shot off the couch.
“Oh God. Do that again.”
His breathing grew shallow. “You like the bitin’, huh?”
“Yes.”
He bit harder this time, then flicked his tongue over the tip of her nipple to soothe the ache. He did it over and over again, focusing on one nipple, then the other, all the while grinding his pelvis against hers in a futile attempt to give his throbbing c**k some kind of relief.
When the ache became unbearable, he shifted positions so that his groin was nestled beside her, and then reached for the button of her jeans. He popped it open deftly and dragged her zipper down with a smooth hiss.
“I’m gonna make you come again, Mia.”
An anguished noise left her mouth. “God. Please.”
Jackson had her jeans and panties off in the blink of an eye. His gaze roamed her naked body, and when it reached her completely bare pu**y, his breath caught in his throat.
“I don’t have a lot of time for grooming,” she said sheepishly. “So I just wax it all off every month.”
Saliva pooled in his mouth. Goddammit, he wanted to taste her. Wanted to slide down her body and f**k that sweet pu**y with his mouth until she was screaming in ecstasy. But he wouldn’t. Not tonight, anyway. Nope, tonight he had a plan and he intended on sticking to it.
The plan, of course, was to tease the living daylights out of her on every single date so she’d always be left wanting more.
He skimmed his palm over her flat belly, smiling when her muscles quivered in anticipation. Ever so slowly, his hand made its way to her smooth mound. With the tip of his index finger, he lightly grazed her clit.
Mia jerked with a rapid breath. “More,” she begged.
“More…” He trailed off thoughtfully. “More what?”
“More everything,” she sputtered. “Just…touch me, damn it.”
“I am touching you, sugar.” To punctuate that, he idly stroked her clit again.
“Damn it, Jackson. I. Want. More.”
For a woman who insisted that she wasn’t into sex, she had no problem voicing her needs.
With a faint smile, he applied more pressure on her swollen clit, rubbing in a steady, circular motion.
The second Mia purred in pleasure, he stopped.
“Jackson.” Desperation and displeasure clung to her voice.
“Patience, Mia,” he chided. “I don’t just hand out orgasms willy-nilly.”
Her hips moved restlessly as she tried to make contact with his fingers again. “I hate you.”
He planted a quick kiss on her lips before meeting her gaze. “I’m gonna make you beg for it.”
“I am begging!”
“Naah, this ain’t beggin’. Not yet, anyway.”
Very methodically, he rubbed his palm over her damp folds. Heat and moisture suffused his hand, and his c**k went impossibly harder, painfully pressing into his zipper.
He watched Mia’s face as he stroked her, loving the cloudy passion in her eyes, the rosy blush on her cheeks, the way she kept licking her lips before parting them sensually. When he traced her slit with one finger, she let out a soft sigh, and then, when he dipped that finger in the wetness pooling at her opening, the sigh became a groan of agitation.
His gaze remained locked with hers as he prodded and toyed. Soon his finger was coated with her juices, which made it dang easy to slide inside her. Her inner muscles instantly clamped around his finger, trapping it there.
