Chapter 180 Irina

• I moan deeply into his hand as the last of my orgasm rolls through me like blissful, torturous waves, and then I feel every one of my walls come tumbling down.
• Every muscle in my body goes limp. With a heavy sigh, I slump back against the seat, my head lolls to the side, and I begin gasping for breath as Jackson slowly removes his hand and gently strokes my hair.
• "That's it," he purrs, his voice low. "That's my girl."