JACKSON'S POV 

I pushed my dîck into her mouth slowly, and she gasped, her hands shooting up to grip my hair tightly. I didn’t stop. I pushed deeper until I felt the warm squeeze of her throat around me, tight and trembling.

Her fingers clawed at my scalp, but I held her head steady, watching the way her throat flexed and struggled to accommodate my length. Her eyes watered, and her chest rose sharply, fighting for air. I pulled out at the right moment, and she gasped, desperate for air, gulping like she’d been underwater too long.

Before she could curse me, which I was sure she would, I crashed...