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muttering filth in my ear.  Our friends were down the hall but I couldn’t help my shameless moaning as he sunk into me, occasionally torturing me by withdrawing his hot, hard cock and rubbing its pulsing head against the length of my wetness.
    “Jackson, please,” I whimpered as he stroked my clit with his dick.
    Lusty amusement curled in his voice.  “What’s wrong, baby?”
    “Put it back in,” I breathed, moving my hips, desperately trying to fill the void his thick shaft leaves every time he pulls out of my pussy.
    Jackson wrapped a strong arm around my waist, holding me still enough to continue teasing me with his smooth helmet.  “No.  I’m enjoying your squirming.”
    “Jackson, fuck me, please …”
    “No.”
    Moaning with torment, I twisted out of his grip and threw my naked body onto the white chaise. Fine, Mr. Kinsley.  Two can play this game.  Lying back, I closed my eyes and spread my legs for my fingers, immediately relieving the mounting need he so deftly built up.  Biting my lip, I sighed, one hand circling the sensitized pearl between my thighs with one hand, the other roughly fondling my breasts the way I knew Jackson liked.  My back arched, I writhed with pleasure at my own touch.
    On his heels, Jackson watched, a smirk on his lips as he stroked his cock, still slick with my wetness.  “Is this your idea of punishing me?”
    I shrugged one shoulder and played tough, eyeing him for all of a second before returning to myself.  Arching my back, I reached between my legs with my other hand, sliding one, then two fingers between my wet folds.  “Oh… God … ” A sigh drifted from my swelling lips.  Stroke by stroke, I quickened my pace, my breasts bouncing between my arms as I pleasured myself to the fullest.  All the while, I watched Jackson.  Vague envy curled his lip as he jerked himself off, his roving eyes watching my hands as they rubbed, thrust, did all the things that he wanted to do.
    When he finally caved and stepped toward me, I kicked him away with a pedicured foot on his chest.
    “Lara.”
    “Keep watching.”
    “You’re going to let me fuck you right now.”
    I smirked.  “Fuck off.”
    His jaw flexed.  “You’re gonna get it.”
    “I hope so.”
    He looked angry but I only grinned.  Angry Jackson was wildly sexy anyway so stroking, pumping into myself, I moaned, continuing to kick him away from me for as long as I could get away with, knowing well that his cock got harder with every spurned advance.  He knew he’d have me eventually.  We were us again.  Now, his sexual frustration was back to being a game – a delicious, exciting and torturous game.
    With my fifth kick, Jackson caught my leg and mounted me, grabbing both my wrists with one hand and pinning them hard above my head.  His free hand between my thighs, he stroked me, reveling in my wetness before spreading my legs and entering me.
    “Ah… fuck , Lara.”  He grunted when I let him in halfway before tightening my muscles around his shaft.
    “That’s what you get,” I smirked breathlessly, savoring the deliciously tormented frown on Jackson’s gorgeous face.
    “Baby,” he pleaded, his lip twitching as I let him in another inch.  I grinned, taking too much pleasure in rendering all six feet and three inches of his muscle helpless between my legs.  “Oh fuck, yes, thank you, baby,” Jackson groaned when I let him plunge back in me, his jaw dropping as he resumed pumping in and out of me, filling and un-filling me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.  “Christ, babe, you feel so fucking good,” he rasped, on his elbows, his eyes lost in mine.  “You make me feel like the luckiest man on fucking Earth, Lara.  I love you so fucking much.”
    “I love you,” I breathed, thrusting my fingers in his dark blonde hair and pulling his lips against mine.  Our mouths crushed against each other, he rocked deeper, harder, sliding his hands beneath my ass and forcing me to cry