"You're leaving tomorrow." I slowly stroke my fingers over Jackson's cheek bone, looking up at him from my spot beneath his body.

"I know," he sighs, looking sad. "It doesn't seem real yet."

I make a small smile. "You're going to do great there."

"Thank you, baby," he pecks my lips, his hand sliding up my shirt. "What are we going to do on my last night here?"

I bite my lip. "I think you know."

He smirks. "Do I? Why don't you tell me just incase I have it wrong."

My eyes widen, why does he have to do this? By the way his hands slides further towards my chest and his smirk becomes bigger, he must think I'm not going to take the bait.

"We're going to make love all night long," I whisper, smirking to myself when his own eyes widen. "You're going to give me your dick nice and hard-"

"Fuck, baby," he groans, shifting his body that lays between my thighs. "I love when you talk dirty."

I giggle, running my hand through his hair. I love the way he looks at me when I talk dirty. "I know."

"You're the devil," he growls and presses his lips to mine. They posses me, draining my body any urge to fight back. I just go along with the movements of his tongue, the aiding of my clothes being gone. It's a mixture of mouths moving, clothes being stripped, and then mouths together again. It's feverish.

"Shouldn't I be doing something for you?" I breathe out as his hand trails down my stomach, his lips on my neck and throat. I'm completely bare beneath his boxer clad body and I'm starting to feel the affects of it.

"Oh, baby," he smirks at me, sexily. "You can do whatever you want for me-"

I raise an eyebrow when he stops.

"-After you let me eat your pussy." In a seconds time, Jackson is sliding down me, sitting on his knees and pulling my body so I'm better situated for his face. "Does that sound like a deal?"

"Yes..." I nod, my voice whisper like. I'm hot and bothered and I know he can tell by the way his eyes darken when they take in my aching core.

"I want to taste you," he tells me like I don't know. "I want to lick you until I can never forget the way you taste."

I'm a blushing mess. My body is so hot and it doesn't help that my legs are spread for Jackson.

"Don't make me beg..." I tell him, running my hand through his hair. He smirks at me, lowering his head with his eyes still on me.

"I won't." And his mouth is on my core. A soft moan falls from my lips at the softness of his tongue against me, and his eyes watching me.

I love when he does this, watches me and makes sure I'm pleased. Tristan never did that, and it's something I have to tell Jackson over and over again. Tristan never looked at me to make sure that I was being pleased, I'm not sure he cared, just as long as he got head afterward. I didn't realize until Jackson that I didn't love Tristan, because Tristan didn't look at me the way Jackson does.

"Oh, Jackson, God..." I moan, arching my back. Jackson has to plant his hands against my hips and lower stomach just to ensure that I don't lift off the bed. It's the perfect torture. "Yes yes yes yes..."

Slurping sounds are heard throughout the room, making the experience that much more sensual. I can smell myself in the air and I can hear the movement of Jackson's tongue. Erotic couldn't even be the name of it.

"Jackson...more," I practically cry. I'm so close, I can feel if, I just need him to do a little more. My legs begin to shake around his head, my body trembling in his hands as I try to find that release.

"Do you want to come?" Jackson's asks, putting a stop to my climax.

"Yes! Please..." I cry out, I hate when he does this. With a smirk, his eyes stay on mine and he sucks up my bud. I can't hold on anymore as I finally let go. My juices flowing for Jackson, and don't think I can't see the cocky look in his eyes.

He cleans me up with his tongue before climbing over me again.

"Are you going to take up my suggestion for video chat sex?" I roll my eyes, pushing his shoulders until he's under me. "Whoa, feisty."

"Shut up," I try not to smile, but when he squeezes my hips, I can't help it.

"Are you going to suck my cøck, baby?" He grabs my hair, bringing my mouth to his before roughly switching his lips to my neck and throat. "Huh?"

"Yes," I choke out and I hear a growl rumble through his chest.

"Take all of me, baby," he seductively whispers. "Let me feel that beautiful mouth of yours."

I feel whoozy when I slide down his body, planting teasing kissing along his chest, my eyes on his face so I can watch the way I effect him.

I pull his boxers down his legs teasingly slow earning a slap to my bottom. Jackson is impatient.

"Don't tease," he growls and I smirk. Placing pecks along his hip and pubic bone, I totally disregard his demand. That's until he yanks at my hair. "Don't test me, baby."

I roll my eyes again. "Whatever you say your highness."

With that said, I take his already hard member in my hands, slowly stroking him. I look up at his eyes that are closed and a look of ecstasy on his face. I feel pride as I lower my lips to his shaft, planting a peck at the head.

Jackson's eyes shoot open, gripping my hair even harder as I place my lips along his length, never touching my tongue to him.

"Brittni..."

"Beg," I order, almost laughing when I see the look of shock on his face.

"What?" He raises an eyebrow.

"If you want to fuck my mouth," the words are slightly sour coming off my tongue. "You have to beg."

He waits too long to start so I begin getting up when he pushes me back down. "Fine, fine."

I raise an eyebrow.

"Please, please, let me fūck your mouth." A loud groan that is sent through my body vibrates from Jackson as I finally take him into my mouth. "Fuck, fūck, fuck."

I move my tongue around his girth, my head bobbing to take more of him into my mouth. Jackson's a big help with that as he guides my head down him.

"Deep throat me, baby," he begs and I do just that. I've never liked doing this with Tristan, but watching Jackson lose control has me taking even more of him. I can tell he's going to be climaxing soon, but he'll stop me if he wants to do other things. "F-fuck, stop."

I don't. I love the way he said it.

"Brittni, please," he groans. "Stop before I come into your mouth. I want to fuck you."

One last bob is all I need before I'm climbing on top of him. Unfortunately he rolls us over so I'm on the bottom and slams into me. I scream, my body arching as I throw my hands towards my head bored to keep still.

"You think your so clever," Jackson strains as he rocks mercilessly into me. "Don't you?"

I make a humming noise, my breathes coming out in spurts as I try to regulate the way my body is reacting. Homeostasis.

"Fuck that," he claims, one hard thrust, two. "I'll take you so hard you won't be walking for a weak."

"Jackson!" I cry out at his fifth tough thrust, my body convulsing for the second time tonight.

And as Jackson comes undone as well, I already know there will be a lot more where that came from. He's going to make a whole night out of it.

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