Jackson whispered against her skin, his hands on her hips as his cock lay against the small of her back.Honor looked over her shoulder and smiled. “And if I don’t want to?”He grinned then tightened his grip with one hand and slapped her ass with the other. She let out a gasp while her eyes darkened. “Bend over, Honor,” he whispered.She bent over the couch, her legs shaking. He ran his hands down her back, her hips, cupping her ass, and then the most intimate part of her. “You like this, don’t you?” he asked as he slowly rubbed small circles around her clit.She sighed and wiggled, moving her legs farther apart. “You know it, Jackson. I love everything you do to me. God, it’s been so long.”He pulled her closer so his cock moved against her folds, her wetness making it easy to slide smoothly. Still bent over, she looked over her shoulder. “Aren’t you going to fuck me, Jacks?”“I don’t know,” he said honestly.She froze then looked up at him, hurt in her eyes.
