Jaxson (River Pack Wolves 1)(30)

“Olivia.” He was panting as hard as she was. “I’m dying to taste you.”

“I think you just did,” she said with a ghost of a smile.

A quick smirk flashed across his face, but it was replaced just as fast by a hungry look so intense, it made fresh heat flush between her legs.

“That’s not what I meant.” His hands slid down her thighs and slipped under her hiked-up skirt. He shoved it up farther, and his large hands sought out the fabric of her underwear. She startled as he literally ripped her underwear in half. Then he dropped to one knee and pulled her leg over his shoulder.

Oh, God, was he…

“I want to taste you.” He licked his lips and dove between her legs.

She gasped as his tongue flicked across her tender flesh… tasting… testing… Oh God, he was going down on her. She pulsed with need for him, and he responded by pulling her tighter to his lips, using every tool at his disposal—lips, teeth, and tongue, oh God that glorious tongue—to flush waves of pleasure through her. Every touch jolted with electric pleasure. She grasped the back of his head, urging him deeper. He plunged his tongue inside her, making her whimper. Her other hand braced against the desk as her head tipped back, and small moans worked out of her throat. She was breathing so hard, she was becoming light-headed, but he kept working her body, flicking shocks across her tight nub. Tension coiled low in her belly, and she could feel it coming—an orgasm like none she’d ever felt.

“Oh, God, Jaxson,” she moaned. “Please.”

He didn’t answer, just hummed his pleasure against her most sensitive parts, making her shriek a little with the intensity. Then he moved slightly upward, and she had the crazy thought that he might leave her hanging there, right on the precipice, tormented… but then he thrust two fingers inside her.

She gasped at the suddenness of it, and the pleasure. He kept his tongue flicking her nub, but then he started pumping his fingers, faster and faster, building the pleasure so tight and hard, she couldn’t keep it inside. She bucked against him and came on his hand, moaning and shrieking the entire time. She rode and rode his fingers, wrenching every bit of pleasure from them. When her body finally slowed its convulsive waves, the orgasm passing like a quieting storm, Jaxson pulled back and pulled out, taking his red-hot tongue and fingers with him.

He stood and locked gazes with her. “You are so goddamn hot, Olivia.” He practically tore off his belt, then shoved his pants and underwear down, springing his cock free. It was so large, so perfectly thick and long, Olivia couldn’t do anything but stare. She was breathing too hard to say anything coherent.

He stroked himself once, then twice. “Take a good long look. Because you won’t see this again for a while—I plan on burying it inside you for a good, long time.”

An embarrassing whimper escaped her, but Oh my God. What did he expect, saying things like that? Then he moved fast, grabbing her ankles and hoisting them up to his shoulders so that she was forced to lie back on the table. He bent over her, his enormous cock teasing her entrance but not burying inside her, like he promised. Instead, he took his time unbuttoning her blouse. To her amazement, a claw slowly grew from one of his fingers and neatly sliced through her bra, liberating her breasts from their restraints. They bobbed on her chest, and he groaned, holding them with both hands. His eyes were half-lidded with lust.

“You’re everything I want, Olivia,” he breathed as he worked the globes of her breasts. “Everything I need.” He trailed his fingers down her body, hooking them under the waist of her skirt and leaning back to pull it free. She was nearly naked now, as was he. He slid his cock tantalizingly along the hyper-sensitive flesh of between her legs, but still refused to enter and take her the way she wanted.

“What I can’t figure out,” he said, breath short. “Is what I can do for you.”

“I can think of one thing,” she panted and gave him a wide-eyed why are you waiting? look.

He smirked, and then his expression went hungry, a look that sent shivers racing through her. He pressed the head of his cock against her entrance while leaning over her to bore that look of desire straight into her eyes.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, still teasing her.

“God, Jaxson, please.” She grasped at his hands, which were holding her hips motionless so she couldn’t buck against him.

He sighed his pleasure. “I just wanted to hear you beg, sweet Olivia.”

Then he eased his cock into her, slowly and teasingly but oh freaking God he was so big. He stretched and filled her like no man had before. Her back arched, and she moaned uncontrollably. Then he slid almost completely out and thrust back in fast. She gasped, but it was nothing like the moans of pleasure rumbling in his chest. After a few rapid, hard thrusts—and she gloried in all their power—he slipped into a rhythm that was just right. The pressure was building fast inside her, and before she could catch her breath, she was rocketing toward another orgasm.