His cock inside my pussy and his hand on my clit work together to drive me crazy. He fucks me rudely and selfishly and I love it more than I could have ever dreamed. He’s fucking my pussy like he’s mad at it.
That’s when I realize there’s something else going on. He’s holding something soft and light, a feather maybe, and uses it to stroke the sensitive spot between my pussy and my ass.
What the fuck? Goddesses of the seven Kingdoms, what the hell is he doing to me? He’s trying to make my next orgasm nuclear.
“There’ll be nothing left,” I whisper.
He ignores me and assaults me from all directions. I realize Jax was right and I never really knew what it felt like to be completely alive until now. He rams into me with his brutal rhythm and then strokes me ever so gently, he uncovers and even discovers—yes, discovers—new parts of me, because I swear, I didn’t know those nerves existed.
“Yes,” I scream, afraid he’ll stop, “I. Fucking. Approve.”
“Sweet little slut,” he says, bending his body over mine to bite my earlobe until, yes, oh yes, until he manages to suck my earrings off. Both of them. Good job. The boy is a pro.
That’s my last thought as I explode all over his cock, crying out his name, quaking and trembling uncontrollably.
Jax pulls out when my manic quivering slows from my persistent orgasm, yanking the empty condom off his erection.
I’m confused at first but then he flips me on my back, his moans as loud as anything I’ve ever heard, grunting like a ferocious animal as he squeezes his massive erection and comes all over my breasts and belly, his hot semen lacing my skin in uneven patterns.
“Oh fuck,” he says, as he squeezes the last drops out and then falls to my side with a sigh.
We lie next to each other, panting quietly. “I told you you’d be the death of me, Ella Wade,” he says, running a hand over my breasts, rubbing his sticky cum all over my nipples. “Leave them like that,” he says in a guttural voice. “Don’t shower today.”
“Are you serious?” I say, laughing. “Do you know how much sweat I have on me?”
“Just do it,” he says, giving me a deep, wet kiss.
I try to protest but the truth is I love being covered with his hot load. I love the growing intimacy between us. He might be a mystery to me still but his attention to my needs and feelings has been sincere. Even after having sex with me, he acts like I’m terribly important to him.
Jax sits up, taking a look out of the window. My eyes land on the deep scar on his side again and I reach out to feel the rough skin there.
“How did it happen?” I say.
Jax turns his face to me. It takes him several seconds to answer. “Motorcycle accident,” he says in the end. “Almost lost a kidney.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay, but…”
“But what?”
“How come it’s not visible on any of your photos?”
He shrugs. “Photoshop. Makeup doesn’t work.”
“Is it you that wants it removed from the photos or your employers?”
Jax locks his eyes on mine. “Madison talked about you quite a bit. She even showed me a picture of the two of you together when you were like thirteen or fourteen. She thought you were the beautiful one. I agreed.”
“What?” I say, finding it hard to believe what I’m hearing. “No one was ever prettier than Madison.”
“It’s true,” he says. “On some level, Madison admired you and might even be a little jealous of you. She said you always knew that you wanted to be a writer. She said you were solid in your principles and you’d never hesitate to help someone in need.”
I nod as a lump the size of a golf ball threatens to choke me. Madison was a lost soul, it’s clear to me now. She wanted so hard to have a life of meaning but failed to find a purpose. And I failed her. I failed to hear her cries for help and I went on my merry way. I pretended to be the forgotten one, but I forgot her. I let her go, thinking it was what she wanted.
“Hey, El,” Jax says, catching my tear on the tip of his finger. “I didn’t mean to upset you.” He wraps his arms around me.
“Why did you act like you knew me when we met?” I say, wiping my face with the back of my hand.
“You were the other part of Madison. The one she could never find within herself.” He pauses for a few seconds before he continues. “But also because your face captivated me. You have no idea how subtly beautiful and splendid your face is. How much truth I can read on it.”
“And you are subtly blind, I’m thinking,” I tease.