Chapter 897

And I...like that. I like that very much.

I slide my hips back further, watching his face even as I shudder to feel him press another inch or two inside - a tight fit, especially at this angle. Jacks groans again, his eyes opening to meet mine as I sit up a little, taking control and slowly, inch by inch, lowering myself down onto the thick, hard length of Jackson's cock.

I moan as I take him deeper, the noise loud and a little obscene, my head falling back and my eyes fluttering shut as I take about eight inches. Because - god - the sensation - even as Jackson stretches my inner walls, my pussy pulses against him, wanting more. My hips move forward, aching for more even as I feel so completely full that I'm not sure I can take another inch -

Even though that I know that there is...well, that there's way more than an inch

still to go...

"More," Jackson growls, wrapping a firm hand around my hip, the other reaching up to capture my breast.

I gasp a little, working hard to concentrate on anything but the feeling of Jackson's dick filling up every inch of me as I look down at him, trying to understand what he

means.

"More, Luna," he snarls, pulling gently on that hip, urging me down. "You're going to take the whole thing."

I moan, squeaky and soft, letting my head tilt back again as I do my best to obey my Alpha - sinking another inch lower, my hips starting to pulse back and forth against him, wanting the friction, wanting to feel him again and again hit that spot deep inside of me -

"All of it," Jackson growls, an order.

Again, I obey, my knees spreading wide to the side as I sink lower onto my mate's cock, which I can feel pulsing with need inside of me. Little gasping breaths fall from my mouth as my body tenses, as release coils low in my stomach, tighter and tighter, urging me on. I slip lower, taking every inch of my mate deep inside me, hoping it feels as good to him as it does to me -

But also thinking that's kind of impossible -

Because this feels...this feels -

Oh, god, fuck - I have no words for it, they're all wiped away -

But even that final thought is wiped from my mind a moment later when Jackson, finally fully seated within me, flexes, his hips and presses even deeper, his hands firm around my hips, pulling me down onto him and pressing that thick, hard dick fast against that secret spot with one solid, steady thrust.

I pant as I break, hard and heavy, my entire body clenching as I tilt my head back, aloud and steady moan breaking from my lips as that coiling tension rips apart and starts to cascade all that well-wound energy throughout my entire being. My hips pulse hard against Jackson, as waves of sensation chase each other, arching through my core and echoing out through my limbs, hard and gripping at first and then fading to delicate tingles.

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When I finally come back to myself, my breath gasping out in little squeaks, my heart pounding, I'm a little surprised to find Jackson's arms wrapped loose around me, that he's somehow found a way to sit up while still fully inside me and is holding me through it, even through the little tiny aftershocks.

I huff a little, catching my breath, tucking my head beneath his chin and leaning hard against him as my breath barely starts to come back.

Jackson murmurs sweet things to me, stroking his hand down my back again and again as my heartrate comes back to normal. I let myself relax, settling more fully against him, my eyes falling half shut. God, I need - I need a minute, to put the remnants of my soul back together...

Like seriously, fuck...that should...that should maybe be illegal...noveldrama

Jackson is too powerful. Yes, the world is very lucky that I've taken him off the dating market - he would have too much control over womankind -

"Oh no, little mate," Jackson murmurs, his hand flattening against my back.

I go a bit still and then lift my head to peer into his face. "What?"

Slowly he shakes his head, smirking at me, and slides that hand down my tingling back to grasp my very sensitive ass, giving it a light smack that makes me gasp, and then shift in surprise, and then gasp again when I realize - of course - that Jackson is still inside of me.

And that he's still rock hard.

"Again, mate," he orders, shifting his hips to press again into me, just a little bit. "I'm not nearly finished with you. Not until you do that at least once more."