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Mac has been a little less kinky since Jim has shown up and once she's reasonably sure she can get him out of the house for a few hours, she decides it's time for she and Jackson to do something a little...more than usual. She'd whispered her desire to use the camera again while he was still in the clinic working and while Mac thinks that's possibly a little cruel of her, she doesn't care. She knows how much he likes it.

So now she's eagerly waiting whatever he has in store for her.

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"I never seen to run out of ideas of what I want to do to you," he says, fucking her harder. "Never...run dry."

"I inspire you?" she asks softly, groaning as he pushes into her.

"You do," he says, fondling one breast as he fucks her. "In all kinds of ways."

"Mmm. I'm a lucky girl, then," she murmurs, squeezing around him. "Harder, please?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he says, rocking his hips, slamming into her harder, his fingers still wrapped around the ropes.

"Oh...oh...oh God," she whimpers, tightening around him again. "Fuck me, honey, fuck me."

What else is he going to do but exactly what he's told? He slides into her, one hand playing with the brush, using it to fuck her ass.

"Fuck, close," she murmurs. She's so close, actually, even though she's come a half dozen times. "Fuck fuck yes."

He's entirely focused on her right then, fucking her, free hand wrapped around the ties she's bound with and holding on tight.

That's enough to tip her over the edge and Mac comes, letting out a high-pitched little squeal as she does.

"Honey, honey please."

He's breathing hard, still fucking her hard, even though she's just come, not giving her any respite at all.

"Goddamnit - please what?"

"Come for me?" Mac manages, still out of her mind from her own orgasm.

"God, yes, Ma'am," he says, and he only manages another thrust before he comes inside her, his hands tight on her.

"Told you, I'm not old enough for ma'am," Mac says, still breathless. "Love you."

"Figure of speech," he says, leaning down to untie her before he bends his head to kiss her. "I love you too."

"Because you're a polite, southern man," Mac says, grinning at him. "I'm a fan."

He wraps his arms around her, pulling her back against his chest.

"What else are you a fan of?"

"The way you kiss me when it's not a game and just us. The way you call me by little nicknames even though I normally never allow it. Just you, Jackson," she says, soft and sincere.

He takes hold of her chin, giving her a deep, proper kiss, letting it linger for a moment or two.

"Well, I'm glad of that," he says. "I'll take it."

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