The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy novel Chapter 881

I groan a little, resting my forehead against Jackson’s shoulder as he slowly begins to move within me again. “Jacks,” I whisper, shaking my head a bit. “I don’t know if I can.”

“I’ll stop if you want me to,” he murmurs, his big hands stroking long and slow over my sensitive skin, rocking me lightly as he begins to barely, gently, press himself more deeply into me again and again. His hand cups my cheek, turning my face to him, and I stare at him with hazy, half-lidded eyes. “But I don’t think you want me to stop. And I think you can do it again.”

I stare at him for a moment as my body slowly starts to respond, that pleasure starting to coil again, even through the loose and languid set of my muscles from the first orgasm – even through my exhaustion –

I nod, meaning it – wanting it –

God, but I could fuck him every moment for the rest of my life and not miss anything else, anything at all. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck, ceding him complete control. Whatever he wants, I’ll do – after all, it’s only ever been a good decision when I just let Jackson take charge.

“Good girl,” Jackson murmurs, pressing a warm kiss to my mouth before wrapping his arms tighter around me, pressing me close to his body as he first turns and then lays me out with my back flat against our little sleeping mat.

And then, Jackson proceeds to take his time.

It starts with slow movements, the roll of his hips as he presses that seriously amazing cock into me again and again, kissing me deeply as he does, the slow, loving movements letting me adjust to the size of him, to this new angle. It takes a few minutes for me to return to where I was at the start of all of this, for my body to wake up, to want him with the same fervency that I had before I broke the first time.

But Jackson is patient, his hands and his mouth moving over me slow and rich, waking me up, reminding me of how much I want him and why.

Jackson licks that special spot on my neck – his spot – as I again loop my leg up over his hip, whispering his name, begging him for more. And my Jacks responds, pressing himself into me harder now that I’ve shown him I’m ready. His movements are steadily rougher and faster until his hips slam hard against me, until Jackson loses himself to the rhythm, to the need.

My body raises itself against his to accept every pounding inch of him as Jackson fucks me down hard into the thin mat – and a little part of me is surprised to discover that I fucking love it. I never thought I’d want a lover to pound himself into me like this, to fuck me silly, to wrap my hair in his fist and tug it hard, baring my neck –