He pulled the dress down just enough to expose her breasts, still keeping the garment on her body. Her nipples were already hard, begging for attention. He pinched them between his fingers, making her cry out. "You like that?" he asked, twisting slightly. "Yes," she hissed, her head falling back against his shoulder. Jackson spun her around again, pushing her dress up around her waist. His hand dove between her legs, finding the damp spot on her panties. "Already wet for me," he growled, pushing the thin fabric aside. His fingers slid through her slick folds, circling her entrance before pushing two fingers inside her. "Your pussy's fucking soaked." Olivia moaned, her hips bucking against his hand. "More." Jackson worked his fingers in and out, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing in tight circles. "Like that?" "God, yes," she gasped, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Don't stop." He curled his fingers inside her, finding that rough spot that made her legs shake. "Gonna mak