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Mac knows that logically, nothing will happen to her baby but she feels hyperaware of it all the time and is still nervous about her body and what she can do with it. She's not sure how to ease that fear but she relaxes a little now, his cock hitting her deep and worries and fears drifting away.

"Oh...fuck...fuck please."

His hands tighten on his hips, pulling her back onto his cock with every thrust. "Ask for what you want, Mac."

"Rub my clit?" she asks, bold as she can manage. Jackson always seems to like bold out of her.

"Hot damn, yes ma'am," he says, grinning where she can't see him. One hand immediately slips around between her thighs, fingers rubbing over her in tight circles. "Better?"

"Oh," Mac gasps, tightening around him. "Uh huh. Much, much better. Fuck me, God, please fuck me, make me see stars."

She's still shit at dirty talk but she's trying her best.

She says it as though it hadn't occurred to him to do just that. His free hand smoothes along her spine.

She's so close that it only takes a little more and she's coming, crying out and rocking forward on her elbows. "Fuck, Jackson. God."

"You done or you want to go some more?" He asks her, breathing faster, slowing down because what happen next very much depends on what she says next.

"I can stand a little more," Mac promises him. "Please, honey? Please?"

"Sir," he says, thrusting into her, knowing she'll pick up on the shift.

"Yes, sir," she murmurs in response. She knows exactly what she's supposed to do here and the shift makes her shiver a little in anticipation.

"One day," he says, thrusting into her once more before pulling out entirely, "I'm going to come and then make you livknupnevery single drop."

"I would, gladly," Mac assures him. "I always will."

"I'd only have you do it because I know you love it," he says, jerking his cock until he shoots across her naked ass and back.

Mac whimpers a little when she feels him spill against her back. "God, Jackson, so so good to me."

"You're slipping, Mac," he says, slapping her ass soundly. "You used to be so good at this."

"I'm bad at this?" Mac asks, honestly a little confused. "What did I do wrong?"

"You forgot what you were supposed to e calling me, darlin'," he says, slapping her ass again. "You clearly need some practice."

"Oh!" That's something easily corrected and Mac feels stupid for having forgotten so quickly. "I'm sorry, sir."

"How sorry?" he asks her, slapping her again. He never really gets bored of the way her pale skin reddens.

"Absolutely sorry," she promises. "I just wish I could make...make up for this particular infraction."

"Why don't you suggest something to me, darlin'," he suggests, dropping a trio of quick slaps on her ass. "That you think would make up for it."

"I don't know," Mac readily admits. "I just want to do something that pleases you."

He makes a thoughtful noise behinds her.

"Think about that list of things you gave me," he says. "The ones that humiliate you. Let that be your inspiration, darlin'."

"You could make me go to sleep with your come on your back," Mac says, thinking about it for a moment. "Not let me go wash it off, make me think about what we did."