It’s only less than a month before the wedding of Jackson’s sister. It wouldn’t have matter more if it was a simple church or garden wedding but knowing your fiance’s family, such occasion should be grand. They opted on doing a beach wedding somewhere in Palau so of course, you got to get your body ready for it.
The moment you noticed the pink marked week on your phone calendar, you immediately stood up and weighed yourself in front of the mirror, slightly knocking Jackson off as he got out of the shower. You scrunched up your shirt and checked out your belly. Your period has just ended and you’ve been sneaking out eat junk foods behind Jackson’s back. He’d nonstop nag at you the moment he learned you were eating hotdog sandwich with pop corn and soda while he was away for the whole three days. You can’t beat the cravings and you claim defeat against them this time.
Jackson looks at you in confusion. You have your ass bare in front of him as you check out yourself at the mirror, your thong being buried in between the depths of your butt cheeks.
You glance at Jackson before heading to the bathroom. “I’m hitting the gym. You coming?”
“Sure, babe.” he answers and follows your body with his gaze. You wink at him and sends him a cute flying kiss in which he laughs at.
You work hard on your sets at the gym. Both you and Jackson in separate spaces working out, even so, he still glances at your direction every now and then. It’s like you got an invisible pull at him whenever you are in the same enclosed space as him.
Jackson gets up and walks to you to hand you a water bottle. You cannot help but notice how unbelievably tight his training shorts were today. Did he grow more muscles on his thighs? Or is he wearing an old training shorts? God, you wished it was the former. It would be amazing to ride on those thighs tonight.
You snatched the water from Jackson and whispered to his ear, “Want to do our own exercise upstairs? I think I want you to fuck me with your thighs, Wang Ji Er.” you slightly ghosted a touch above his length.
The thoughts of feeling his taut thighs almost made you drool so you quickly whisked out of the gym with your boyfriend on your heels. Jackson follows suit and places a hand around your waist as you wait for the elevator to come. He could feel the tension you have been hiding. He knows as much as the look that you gave him earlier when he gave you a drink. The thought of making you want him in the public like that makes his member twitch in his already tight shorts. Damn, he’s glad he wore the trainers his brother-in-law got him.
There were three people in the elevator when it opened and Jackson almost whimpered at the prolonged agony evident in his shorts. You pressed the floor number of your unit. Looking at the lit numbers, you realize your floor number comes last, meaning there will be three stops before you even reach your place.
You decided to amp up the teasing by pressing your butt cheeks in between Jackson’s length while pretending to be busy with your phone. Jackson automatically hissed at the interaction, wrapping his arms around you and placing his forehead on your shoulders. You paid no attention to him.
The moment you opened the door of the apartment, you let your bodies free of any article of clothing. “Fucking tight shorts. Were you seducing me, Mr. Wang?” you almost growled at his lips while grinding your core on his right thigh. You kept his shorts on, only rolling the hem up his thigh a bit more. “Keep them on. I want to spread my cum all over this filthy shorts of yours.” Jackson loves this side of you, as much as he does to every other, the dominant and wild one. He flexed his muscles and you moaned his name loudly.
“Jacksonnn~~fuck!” these two words seem to be the only words in your vocabulary at that moment. He kneads one of your breasts and takes the other in his mouth, sucking and flicking you sensitive bud with his tongue. You kept on chanting his name alongside your moans.
Jackson cannot seem to breathe. You’re restraining his length inside his compressed shorts while he’s fully aware of your wetness and your knees trudging up his covered cock. “Touch me.” Jackson murmurs almost pleading to be touched. He brings one of your hands from his shoulders to his shaft.
You massage his shaft though the moist material, all the while biting your lip and locking eye contact. Jackson reaches up and kisses you deeply, pulling you more into him and guiding your hips as you fasten your pace and massaging your clit to reach your climax.
You feel yourself shudder as Jackson flexes his thigh much harder, sending you to your release. You pumped his shaft harder until his seed came out. He flipped you on the sofa and brought his face to your core. “I’m not yet done with you.”
