Murder Attempts

I wasn't hesitant to kiss him back. My arms flew up to wrap around his neck, and his hands roughly grabbed my waist, pressing me flushed to his hard, naked body. His tongue pushed into my mouth, curling around mine before he sucked hard on it, and I moaned into his mouth, grinding myself against his thigh.

The kiss felt like we were devouring each other, like we wanted to swallow each other whole, and none of us had plans to take it easy or slow. Jackson kissed me like he wanted to get it all out of his chest, like the only outlet for his intense emotions was this hard kissing. I kissed him like I was on fire, and the only way it was going out was from his hard lips on mine. 

He turned with his arms still on my waist, pressing my back to the wall, his body still glued to mine, leaving not an inch between us. Then he started grinding on me. I moaned deeply and long into his mouth as his hard, naked dick ground into my core with my wet clothes in the way. 

But the clothes didn't bother him as he sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, his hands moving from my waist and down to my ass where he grabbed it roughly, and kneaded the flesh as he kept grinding into me, making me feel every inch of his hard dick. Still, I needed to feel it without the clothes in the way.

So I untangled my fingers from where they had woven into his hair, and dropped my hands, taking off my clothes. Jackson broke the kiss, his eyes hot and heated on mine as his fingers undid my buttons and the zipper. When he pushed it down with my underwear, I hurriedly stepped out of it. When he got to my shirt, that’s where he ran out of patience, because he tore it, ripping the fabric apart, and I didn't mind one bit. The shirt was beginning to piss me off anyway. 

He grabbed my bare breasts, pressing my nipples with his thumbs, and I pushed my chest deeper into his hands as I moaned softly. He brought his head down, still looking into my eyes as he sucked one nipple into his mouth.

“Oh,” I moaned softly, pushing my hips into his so I could grind my bare pussy against his cock. 

As he sucked and nipped on my nipples, I felt his dick slipping between my folds, back and forth, and I was trembling, my body buzzing with pleasure so intense, it made me want to throw up from sheer nerves. 

Jackson released my sore nipples with a soft pop sound, his eyes even more heated on mine as he slowly went down to his knees. 

“Will you stop me this time, Siri?” he asked softly, his voice raspy. 

When his face was facing my core, and I could feel his warm breath on it, I couldn't, for the life of me, remember why I kept stopping him. So I shook my head. “No.”

His lips twisted. “Good fucking girl. Now place your leg on my shoulder.”

I hesitated for a second because doing that would expose me completely to him, but it passed in the next second, and I raised my leg, planting my foot on his broad shoulder; when he hummed his approval, my core clenched. And since his eyes were fixed intensely on it, he saw it. 

“Excited, are we?” he asked softly as he grabbed my inner thighs, his nails digging into the sensitive spot and making my body jerk. “Look at how fucking wet you are, Siri. You're so beautifully undone for me, baby. And I'm going to take my time to make sure you come even more undone.” 

He raised his eyes to mine when I moaned, moving my hips and grounding on nothing. His eyes stayed on mine as he leaned in, his tongue snaking out and the tip flicking over my clit. I almost screamed as a hard shock went through my body. My hands flew into his hair, my fingers once again getting tangled in the wet, soft strands.

He did it again, the tip of his tongue just teasing my clit, and when I tried to grind on his tongue, he pinned my hips down with his large hands, and I huffed in arrogance, my chest heaving heavily as I stared down at him with mine hard. My frustration just made the bastard smirk.

“With how long you denied me this luxury, don’t you think it’s fair I torture you a bit?” he asked, pressing his tongue on my clit. 

I moved my hips forcefully to try to chase that pleasure, but he pulled his tongue away.

I cursed harshly. “No! No, I don't think it’s bloody fair!” 

“Of course you don’t.” His eyes dropped to my core once again, and this time he spread my folds apart with his fingers, his eyes darkening with intense lust. He licked his lips, his chest heaving. “Right. I believe you’re tortured enough.”

“Yes, I–Ohh, Jackson!”

His tongue swept over my folds, pressing into my entrance, and we both moaned loudly, Jackson shutting his eyes. 

“Fuck me, baby, you taste bloody good,” he rasped as his tongue did another sweep, and this time, when I ground myself on his tongue, he let me, his eyes still shut, his dick thick between his legs and leaking precum. 

When he sucked my clit into his mouth, my eyes crossed over, and I saw stars. I grabbed the back of his head with both hands, almost screaming as I fucked his tongue and pushed his head deeper into me like he wasn't as deep as deep could be.

Why didn't I let him do this sooner? Why, Siri? 

The feel of his wet, hot tongue on my folds felt so slutty, so dirty that it was about to drive me crazy. And fuck, don’t get me started on my clit in his mouth. It was unlike anything I have ever felt. It didn't feel the same when I rubbed my clit. It felt ten times better, like my soul had left my body. 

I squeezed my eyes shut as I threw my head back, hitting the wall. 

“Oh, my God! Oh, my God! It feels so good! Please don’t stop. Please, baby, don’t stop!” 

He moaned softly, and the sound made me tremble. I was wild and didn't care about holding onto some dignity as I pushed his head deeper into me while my hips moved fast. 

“Jackson, I'm cumming! I’m cumming!”

When he pushed two fingers inside me, I didn't just cum: I saw the gates of heaven.