He draws back, jaw clenched, eyes wild with desire. They scrape to my neck, past my shoulders to my aching breasts. “Fuck, Em.” He pats my nipple with his fingers. “You are fucking beautiful.” His hand comes down quick and hard on my breast. My back arches, pressing closer for his red-hot touch. “Oh, ya like that?” He taps me again, but I’m still trying to catch each breath as my body trembles for him. “Answer me.” His hand flips, striking my other breast.
“Yes,” I cry out. I flinch when his firm hand slaps me harder. “Oh, God, it feels good.”
“Princess, I’m gonna make you feel good all over.” He releases my shirt and steps back. “Take your clothes off.” Without a lick of hesitance, I strip the material free from my burning skin. Beneath hooded eyes, he quietly watches, and patiently waits. “Back against the wall, spread your legs,” he says. Pulling his shirt off, he tosses it on the floor.
Damn! The muscles of his chest, the tightness of his abdomen, and the tatts—he’s pure perfection. My heartbeat thrashes beneath my throbbing breasts as I again do as I’m told.
“Don’t move unless you’re asked.” He moves in, those dark eyes keeping me firmly in my place. His hand lifts, and then it comes down hard on my surging breast. I love the feel of his strength. The relentless bite on my flesh charges me, makes me want more.
“Fuck, Jax!” His hand lifts again, my body stiffens, but he doesn’t strike me this time. He scoops my breast into his warm firm palm and gently squeezes. His head bends downward toward my engorged tip. He gazes up at me from beneath the lids of those sinfully dark eyes as his mouth covers my ripe nipple. His heavy lids lower and a growl vibrates from his lips. He suckles and bites my heated tip, all the while rasping softly against my tingling skin.
Rough kisses score up my body, finally making it to my mouth just as his hand moves between my legs. Fuck, he’s making me want him so bad. Right now, I’d let him do anything to me. He arches away from the kiss and gazes at me for a few quiet seconds. “Tell me, Em, have you been a good girl?”
I know what he’s asking. “Yes.”
His fingers slip a little high up between my thighs, and he stops. “You haven’t played with yourself?”
“No.” God, I need him to touch my pussy. “I waited for you.”
A sexy smile touches his lips. “Good girl.” His hands move to my wrists. “Spread yourself wide so I can see what I’ve waited for.”
His eyes stay on mine as he guides my hands downward and holds them so I can again do as instructed. I open my lower lips for him. I’m wet as hell. His head shifts back and he glances down at my hands as a small smile curves his full lips. “You’re dripping.” The tips of his fingers glide slowly over my exposed flesh. They slide all the way to my ass. I feel the pressure of his fingers at my taut entrance before he comes back to my pussy. Damn, that little tease was exhilarating. I can’t hold back another long-winded cry. “Ah, like your ass played with. That’s good.” His finger enters my pussy hard and fast, and I release another whimper. “Like the rest of you, I’ll be taking that eventually, too.” Holy shit is he really talking about fucking me in the ass. His eyes flash to me. “Ah, I see you’re a little nervous about that?” I nod, biting my bottom lip, still a bit shamefully curious. “That’s good. It tells me that no one else has given you that pleasure yet.” His thumb rubs lightly over the hood of my clit. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle at first when it comes to that,” he says, stroking me to oblivion. “But, right now,” his finger pulls out from me, and the touch of his thumb disappears, “I want to play with your pussy,” he says, lightly tapping it a couple times.
“Shit,” I hiss as my hands pull me further open. Damn. I think I want him to keep doing that. And the more I make those pathetic moans, he does; he spanks my pussy that much harder.
“Fuck, Em.” He grabs my hands and turns me around. His body presses against my back as he crushes me to the wall, and being anywhere, trapped by him, is so hot. “I can’t take it anymore.” His breath sears my neck. “I need to give that ass a proper spanking.” The weight of his body vanishes. “Push it out for me.”
“Like this?” I press my palms into the wall, and I sway my hips back, wanting it.
“Yes. Fuck, princess. Your ass is fucking perfect.” I hear him moving behind me then I see his jeans drop to the floor. There’s a tearing sound behind me. I think he’s putting on a condom. My hips rotate. “Stay still,” he grunts. My heart races as I wait for him to spank me, fuck me. Really, I don’t care what he does to my body just as long as he does something.