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By:Jordan Marie


I stiffen my tongue and thrust it inside, fucking her with it, grinding her pussy down on me with even more force than she’s using. Above me she’s crying, calling my name—sounding desperate.

“Play with your tits, Bree.”

I can sense her hesitation. “Do as I tell you,” I growl against her clit, and in reward she clamps hard on my face. I move my hand down, sliding it through her cream.

Once I get my fingers covered, I seek out my cock, slickening my shaft with her arousal. I pump my hand up and down my length, imagining it replacing my tongue in her pussy. I suck her clit hard in my mouth and twist it.

I pump and stroke my dick in sync with my tongue as it devours her juicy pussy.

She shatters.

And I nearly explode.

The orgasm barrels through her and it’s my name that she’s screaming. She’s so loud I figure my neighbors might call the cops. Turns out, Bree is not a quiet girl when fucked and damn if I don’t love her even more for it. In fact, I think I will make it my goal to make her strip her vocal cords screaming my name. She tries to twist away from me, the pleasure too much, but I hold her tight, not letting her deny me and not stopping until she comes again and again, exhausted and begging for mercy.

My reward is licking her clean and promising myself that she’ll never get away.





Chapter Twenty-Three





Bree





I’m completely weightless when Jax finally lets me rest. I come close to falling, except he’s holding me up. Slowly, he maneuvers me so that I’m sitting across his lap. His hard cock is hot against my ass—so hard that it causes my insides to quiver. I’m completely wore out, but the feeling of his hard cock rubbing against my ass almost makes me interested in more. Instead, I moan. Jax pulls me so that my head rests on his chest. His fingers comb through my hair. I’ve never been treated gently in my life. Never. But, right now, Jax makes me feel like someone special. Someone cherished. Maybe that’s normal after sex. I’ve never experienced it before, so I couldn’t say. Right now however, I’m going to pretend that what we’re sharing is special. When he kisses the top of my head, I don’t stop the sigh that moves through my lips.

“Are you okay, baby?”

“Better than okay,” I mumble against his neck, kissing it, sucking his salty skin between my teeth.

When he moves to get up, I groan in protest. I try to slide off his lap so he can get up without my added extra weight. He doesn’t let me. Jax grabs me close to him, not letting me move and stands up like it’s nothing. That simple fact makes me feel happy inside. To me it’s proof that I picked the right man to give myself to. Carrying me back to the couch, he lays me on the cushions. I panic, thinking he’s planning on leaving me alone. He grabs an afghan and covers me with it, gently. Placing a kiss on my forehead.

He starts to turn away from me and I grab his hand. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to change the sheets on the bed before you lay on them.”

“I could—”

“It’s my job to take care of you. That’s what I’m doing. You relax. I’ll get this done and take a shower and come back and get you. Your job is to find some way to explain why you won’t be home tonight, because you are not leaving here,” he growls, sending chills running over my body, and the parts of me I swore he completely exhausted start to come to life with just the rumble in his voice.

“Shower? But…”

“A very cold shower,” he says dryly. I can’t help but look down noticing his hard cock jutting out towards me. Tingly awareness inside me brings everything female within me roaring to life. I want that… I want everything he has to give me. A voice inside my brain screams, ‘It’s mine!’

“Let me take care…” I start to offer when he cuts me off.

“No,” he commands, leaving no room for argument, but I try anyway.

“Jax, I want to…”

“To?” he asks and there’s this smile on his face. Satisfied…Arrogant. I’d complain, but it’s a really good look for him.

“To…” I deadpan.

“Say it, baby. Give me the words.” Jax is all hot and demanding.

I look at him, my cheeks turning from pink to a red glow. “To make you come.”

“You will, when it’s time.”

“It looks like it’s time…now,” I argue.

He blows out a breath, his face contorted almost as if he’s physically in pain. “I’m not taking your pussy right now. I told you that.”

“Then I could…you know?” I tell him. His smile deepens and his eyes darken with laughter, but it doesn’t feel like he’s making fun of me. He’s happy.