Ordering His Virgin (Club Lush Book 10) Jamie Knight (ebook reader macos TXT) 📖

Jackson licked me dry, and I was a bit embarrassed. I could feel his eyes on me as he licked the cum off of my pussy like my juices were the best thing he had ever tasted. Devoured, that is the right word to describe what Jackson was doing.

I remained in a daze but aware as he undid the ropes attached to the spreader bar. With a twist and a pull of the steel shaft, he brought me down so that I laid on the bed. He grinned as he looked at my naked body, then unhooked the bar.

“Please,” I managed to form the word faintly between exhausted breaths.

“What do you want?” he teased. He knew exactly what I wanted, but he wanted to hear me say it. I blushed because I didn’t know if I had it in me to ask for what I needed.

Jackson leaned closer to me as he sucked my earlobe.

“Please,” I said again. And then I begged. “Fuck me.”

Chapter Seven - Carrie

“Are you sure, Carrie?”

Jackson stood above me, staring intently into my eyes. I knew at that moment, if I changed my mind, he would let me leave. But I had no intention of changing my mind. I was sure, and I didn’t understand how I could put into words what I wanted.

“You don’t regret what happened here?” He brushed a hand over my leg tenderly.

“I don’t regret a single thing, sir.” That was my truth.

I wanted to go further and fulfill the terms of our contract. Jackson was happy, and I liked pleasing him. Pleasing him added to my pleasure.

A grin covered his face. Jackson practically glowed. “You are the best sub I have ever had.”

I aim to please.

I smiled back.

“For that, you get a reward,” he added.

He pulled me up, helping since my hands were still bound, and took me to a chair in the corner of the room. Putting my belly over the seat, he tied me up again on the chair. I wasn’t facing him, and I hated that because I liked looking at his face.

Jackson crouched as he ringed each of my ankles with his finger. There was something heavenly about his touch. His hands moved, skimming upwards along my body. I held my breath as I anticipated his next move, but he was slow, almost torturous.

His tongue swirled over the spaces behind my knees, tickling and causing me to flinch. I didn’t know that was something people did.

Jackson’s fingers followed my outer thighs in a straight line pressing his thumbs in places that I didn’t know could make one hornier. I didn’t move. I couldn’t move. Everything he did took me over the edge.

He used his thumbnails to draw circles over the naked curves of my lower lips. He brushed his lips on my ass, and I became wetter. His fingers slid through me as he traced my clit. I vibrated at the contact. He pushed his tongue inside me, and I wanted to sing out his praises.

I pushed my ass towards him to mark as he chose. I wanted to give him everything to finger or fuck. I was at his mercy, and he loved that I willingly submitted to him. He laughed; it was a beautiful sound.

“Relax.”

A moan escaped me as he grazed me gently with his teeth. One of his hands slid up to trace my breasts, warm and swollen. I started to rock against him, shaking the chair. Jackson’s hand brushed the inside of my thigh, moving higher and electrifyingly slowly.

He ran his fingers through my hair, and his lips lightly sucked my skin. With each kiss, I exhaled. He moved his lips to my ear, nibbling it and then parting his lips over my ear so that I heard his sharp intake of breath. The sound he made only spoke to that deep desire inside me that wanted nothing but to be released.

“We can take it as slow as you want,” he whispered. “Or as slow as you can bear to wait.”

My breath caught in my throat. “As fast as you want it, sir,” I murmured.

Leaning his body against mine, Jackson slipped two fingers into my pussy. I felt my mouth widen against the heat of his neck as he teased me open. The stroke of his thumb was purposeful and steady on my firm clit while his fingers plunged in and out of me, sinking further and further. I began to meet the repetition of his thrusts, naturally tilting and buckling beneath him.

I felt myself unfold and unravel for him. My hands clutched at my restraints, scratched at the legs of the chair, as I screamed my pleasure into his skin.

His breath grew more desperate and rugged. “Boy, are we eager to please,” he managed to say.

I melted at those words, and I wondered how long it would take before he made me cum again. Dropping to his knees, Jackson’s tongue danced and writhed inside of me. With each skillful stroke, my thighs clenched his face harder. But I still needed more. I threw my head back, and I rode his face as I met his every stroke.

Before I could say another word, I could feel myself drawing closer to my climax. His head dove further between my legs. I bucked and rolled under him. Jackson sucked every drip from me as I orgasmed. Each orgasm more powerful than the previous one.

“That’s my girl,” said Jackson interjected. “Are you ready for me?”

I nodded because I couldn’t trust myself to speak.

He took his stiff cock, set the head against my entrance, and thrust it into my pussy. I cried out in pain and pleasure as he filled me. I was finally losing my virginity.

Jackson wasn’t as aggressive as I expected him to be. He cared that this was my first time. When he realized that I was getting accustomed to his dick inside me, he started moving. I was filled by his cock as he increased his thrusts inside me, building to