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Chapter Twenty Seven- Virgins
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Jackson's POV
I couldn't kiss her fast enough. I couldn't touch her long enough. The space between us was too vast and the clothes remaining were too close. I wanted to tear her bare and rut into her until the headboard left souvenirs in the form of dents in the wall. I also wanted to move slowly and take my time leaving her to come slowly undone for me. Orgasm after orgasm until I earned my own with her. “Are you sure?” She asked with emphasis to me as I nodded quick enough to leave my head almost dizzy. She smirked and I wiped it away with a brutal kiss that bent her into the crook of my arm. I had to hold onto the dresser beside the door to keep from knocking us both to the floor as her lips made me weak. Correction, the little whimpers she made as I kissed her made me weak. I couldn't have just her mouth anymore. I needed more. I needed her jaw. Her neck. Her chest. My hands pushed up her bodice to tighten her breasts beneath the fabrRelated chapters
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