Her soft tits swallow my length. She sticks her tongue out, trying to lick me when I thrust between them, and each time she flicks my slit, I keep having to force out a heavy breath. She pushes her breasts closer together, increasing the pressure around my dick. I close my eyes, mouth dropping.
“Shit, Juniper. Keep doing that,” I plead.
“Pain looks good on you, Jax,” she says, her lips popping on my tip this time. “Tell me how much you’re ready to come.”
“So ready… Are you ready for my cum?”
“No,” she says, and I groan. She’s fucking with me to see how long I can take it. My eyes open to find her smirking deviously up at me, confirming my suspicions.
“That little smirk isn’t helping,” I say hoarsely, head hanging.
I can’t fucking breathe.
She snickers. “We’ll have to work on your stamina,” she taunts.
“My stamina isn’t the problem when you look like this,” I almost beg. “Fucking gods, Juniper. Do you know how sexy you are beneath me?”
The corner of her lip rises higher, and she sits up slightly. “Do you want to come on these?” she asks.
The sound of my dick sliding between her tits catches my ears. “Juniper, please,” I manage.
“My good little spoon,” she coos. “Come for me, Jax. Cover me.”
The combination of a few more quick thrusts and Juniper reaching for my dick to finish me off is my undoing. Webs of cum stream over her chest, her stuck out tongue, her hands, and her cheeks.
I’ve never created such beautiful art before.
And her…
Juniper’s still staring up at me as I finish. Her lips are milky white, chest dripping. I can’t help grabbing her by the neck and bringing her to my mouth. Tasting myself on her is my new favorite, though I have a feeling her pretty cunt will replace that sooner rather than later.
She draws her lip behind her teeth when we part and smiles up at me. “So, do you want to cuddle?”
“I absolutely want to cuddle.”
Chapter 18
Blaze
Driving is not my favorite.
I’d so much rather walk, but hauling these statues under my arms the entire way to Hudson’s just sounds uncomfortable enough for me to force myself to drive.
I get stuck at one of the stoplights when two of the Rumpus parade floats are crossing over to get parked in the grocery lot until the morning. The entire island is covered in decorations for tomorrow. Ball ornaments hang from the trees, lights wrapped around trunks, cars, businesses, and even attached to the streetlights.
Some of it looks so commercial.
My brother and I may have tospicethings up later.
When I arrive at the bar, I see Jasmine pacing outside on her phone, one hand on her hip. She looks frustrated about something. Still, when she sees me getting the statues out of the trunk, she smiles my way and holds up a finger.
“—yeah. Yeah, please do that. I really need that delivery today. Okay. Yes. Thank you.”
She taps the red button on her screen, stuffs her phone in her pocket, then peers me over. “Mr. Blaze. I missed you yesterday,” she says, and my stomach drops.
Goddamn it?—
“My fucking brother,” I realize, lips pursed.
