It dawned on us both at that moment what had been happeningDarrell, my mothers loser boyfriend, was pocketing the money.
"That fucking bastard," Jackson hissed, "I'll kill him."
"No," I admonished, reaching out to touch him. "Come here."
Jackson took me in his arms and I settled against his body, hot blood coursing through me, so happy to have finally found him again, to be able to touch him again.
"Why did you leave so suddenly?" I asked with my head resting on his chest. "You never even said goodbye."
"There were people from Aspen recruiting at Mad River. They only bring the best of the best out here. Their first choice got injured, so they took me at the last minute. It was the opportunity of a lifetime. They called me that day, and I had to go. " His hand affectionately rubbed my back, sending warmth blooming through my chest. "And I was scared, scared of..."
Of what happened--how we had kissed, and that night the next week when we had given in and fooled around. We lived in a small town, and if word had gotten out, it would have been a real scandal.
Then I stood up, straddled his lap, and kissed him hard on the lips.
I felt Jackson's body stiffen in surprise, and then he relaxed, his lips moving with mine.
Then he pushed me away.
"We shouldn't do this," Jackson breathed, holding me away from him, his hand pressing against my ribs as I tried to pull him in.
"I've wanted to for so long," I whimpered, leaning forward to kiss him again. Then I took one of his big hands in mine and moved it to my breast. I looked into his eyes pleadingly, unable to turn away.
Then he swept me up in his arms and carried me to the bed.
He laid on top of me, his strong arms gripping my shoulders as our lips met again, heat growing in the space between us. Every time we kissed I felt a shiver of electricity corkscrew through my body. His lips traced a searing line from my earlobe down to my sensitive neck, plunging downwards until he was kissing the hot, flushed skin between my breasts.
"Slow down, baby," I whispered.
One look in his eyes gave me the answer: No.
Jackson grabbed the shoulders of my dress and tore it off me, exposing my white breasts to him. His lips closed around my nipple, sucking hard as my whole body bucked to meet the pleasure.
I gasped, writhing under him as his hand forced up the hem of my dress, pressing against my wet sex, pushing against the fabric of my panties.
He pleasured my velvety sheath as we made out, and I became hotter and hotter under his touch. Every time his mouth pulled away from mine I drew him back in again, my hand buried in his hair.
And then his fingers plunged inside me, pushing deep into my throbbing pussy. I wailed like an animal as his fingers plundered me, pushing hard against my sensitive spot, his thumb swirling around my clit as my whole body quivered.
"Fuck me," I gasped. Jackson grunted and lightly bit my neck. I could feel his throbbing cock through his pants, pressing against my thigh like a red-hot iron. The torture was more than I could take.
"Please, please fuck me now! " I whined, unable to restrain my wild, unbridled lust.
Jackson seized my body and dragged it to the edge of the bed. I waited breathlessly, my clothes half-torn off, my panties askew and exposing my aching entrance.
Jackson dropped his pants to the floor and took out his massive rod. He paused for an agonizing second before rubbing his raging head up and down my petals, pushing against my clit, torturing my wet, wanting flesh. I felt his cock stiffen even more as he teased me, and then finally he pushed all ten inches inside of me.
I wailed as he filled me to my limit and took me brutally hard and fast; this was so what I needed!
I surrendered to the pleasure, every cell in my body rolling along with the sensation of every hot stab and every kiss he placed on my face, neck and chest. The base of his hard abdominal muscles rubbed against my clit
as he worked it, and every part of my sex was consumed with feverish intensity.
"Shit," Jackson choked, "you feel so fucking good."
I managed to moan in agreement. Being fucked by him felt so right, especially after being denied him for so long. Each time his cock hilted inside me I could feel my pussy squeeze him with desire, and I practically collapsed with orgasmic energy.
"Harder," I finally managed to whine, and Jackson grabbed my hair and took me hard.
The change in rhythm almost sent me over the edge. I wailed under him as he fucked me, harder and harder. I shivered, my hands crawling up his back as my orgasm started to sweep through me,
"Don't cum yet," he ordered, his voice a choked growl.
I felt my body relax at his command, and at the same time, a surge of uncontrollable lust overtook me. This was how it had always been at home: Jackson's orders. His demands. He had wanted to possess me totally.
Jackson pulled out and moved me to the center of the bed where he turned me over to fuck me doggy-style. His hands gripped my ass as he plunged into me again.