Sleet Kitten: Book One of the Sleet Series
Sleet Kitten: Chapter 51

Jackson is so big, and he’s so hard, and he’s fucking me like I’m the only thing keeping him alive. 

Watching Jackson rip my tights open was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed. Then he pushed his giant cock into me in one swift thrust. And that was just as hot as the clothes ripping thing. 

This feels like it’s the first time. Like I’ve never experienced him inside of me before. It’s new and intense and different. 

I feel like I’m on that razor edge, between dying and ecstasy. His arms are around me. He’s holding my body against him, with my ass barely touching the edge of the counter. Jackson’s mouth is on my neck. He’s biting, and licking, and sucking. My hands are in his hair, pulling him closer. I’ve wrapped my legs around his hips, and I can’t contain my moans as they grow louder and louder.

I’m close. I can feel it coming. And I think Jackson can feel it too.

His grip on me loosens, and I remove my hands from his hair. Leaning back just enough, he puts a hand on my chest and pushes. Dropping me back onto my elbows. Jackson grabs my legs, unhooks them from around his waist, and presses them apart, so I’m spread wide. Keeping his grip on my thighs, he tugs until my ass is all the way off the counter. 

Then he picks up the pace. 

Holy. Shit. 

I drop down until I’m flat on my back, then reach up to grab the opposite edge of the counter for support.

“Fuck, Kitten. Fuck. So tight. So good.”

I can’t talk. There will be no words accompanying the sounds he’s pounding out of me. He releases one of my legs, and I feel his hand move to where we’re joined. I tip my head up, wanting to see. The dress bunched around my waist blocks most of my view, but I can watch his forearm as I feel his fingers rub across my clit. 

The feeling of him inside me. The emotional buildup and stress of the past few days. The feeling of being fucked while still mostly dressed. It’s too much. I’m almost there…

“Come for me, Kitten. I need to see it. Katelyn, come for me.”

I do. I come so hard I think I scream. 

My ears are ringing. And then Jackson is leaning over me, pressing his body on top of mine. His lips are against my neck and I think he’s chanting “I love you” over and over, until he stills. Pressed hard inside of me, I can feel as his orgasm takes over.

Jackson keeps his promise. The next time is slower.

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