Holy shit. I’m about to get tongue-fucked by Axe MacKenzie.
He licks his lips and hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and rips them off with one quick pull.
“That was my only pair, you know,” I say, fake pouting, but really, I’m stalling. I’m so wet, I’m dripping down my legs, and Axe has barely even touched me. I don’t know if I can take much more. I’m already full-body trembling. The way he’s looking at me, the things he says—God, that mouth—he could probably make me come with words alone.
“So perfect.” He starts with his mouth on my nipples, his tongue circling and then sucking them into his mouth. The sound that comes out of me—somewhere between a pant and a growl—makes him groan in response. “You like that, sweetheart?”
I don’t answer—I have no words—especially when I feel his finger trace down my hip, across my lower belly, up the insides of my thighs, around my ass. I should have known he’d be such a fucking tease. Finally, finally, I feel his finger find my slick center, and my entire body tightens.
“Christ, you’re soaking.” He’s breathing hard now—I can see his chest moving up and down—and I want to take off his shirt and his pants; I want all of him, but I’m too overwhelmed. He feels too fucking good. “I have to. I can’t wait one more—”
His words get lost as he buries his face in my pussy at the same time as he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his neck, his hands holding me in place by my ass cheeks, and lowers me onto the settee without his tongue breaking contact.
“Axe,” I say. “Holy shit. Axe.” I have never felt pleasure like this. I feel my eyes leaking—am I crying? I think I’m crying—and I shake my head from side to side. I pull at his tousled hair, softly first, and when he moans into my center, I pull harder.
“So delicious. Come for me, bonny lass. Come all over my face.” His hands hook behind my knees so I’m spread wide open for him, and he eats me with abandon. His tongue swirls against my clit, lapping back and forth, wet, eager, and then suddenly my whole body is shuddering, and I’m falling, falling, falling. I explode in desperate release.
Fifty-Four
Axe
I could watch Josie come forever—her body arching, eyes fluttering, like she’s caught in some perfect storm. I’d never tire of it. I want to study how her body pulses, how her cheeks blush the most delicate pink, how her legs press tight against my ears. I know I will replay this moment—her taste, her smell, her panting;Christ, that panting—over and over till my last breath.
She lies back, her arms spread wide, her lips curled at the edges, luxuriating in the glow of her orgasm. I lie down next to her, my fingers drawing hearts on her stomach.
“Stop staring at me,” she says, even though her eyes are closed.
“I’m not staring,” I say, though of course I am. My dick is pressed hard against my jeans—watching her explode was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life—but I’m trying to keep my cool.
“Axe MacKenzie, stop getting all moony, because I need you to fuck me right now.” Sweet Jesus. Every drop of blood in my body rushes south, and if I don’t get inside her soon, I swear I might die. I start to yank off my shirt, but apparently I’m too slow for her, because Josie sits up and takes over. Within seconds, I’mdown to my skivvies, and then like magic, I’m on my back as naked as the day I was born.
“Are you kidding me with these muscles?” Josie says, looking at my chest with pure, dead lust. I smirk at her. I spend my fair share of time at the gym—mostly to work out my rage—but those hours have paid off. She licks her lips and trails her hand up and down my abs. “Ridiculous.”
She swings her knee over my torso and rubs her wet pussy against me, just once, like a long, languid lick, and I shiver. She takes my cock in her hand, which is now wet from her and my precum, and pumps the shaft.
“You weren’t kidding about needing Magnum XLs,” she says, eyes as wide as saucers. I can’t help but smirk again. “I won’t be able to walk for a week.”
“Worth it,” I say.
“Fuck yeah,” she says. “I’m on the pill and clean.”
“Me, too,” I promise. “Got tested last month.”
She starts to rub against me again. If she sinks down onto me with nothing between us, I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to hold on. I catch her at the hips, flip her onto her back, and hover over her. I take her hands in one of mine and hold them above her head. Just like the simulation and also nothing like the simulation. Because this is real, and Josie is under me, and I can smell and still taste the salty tang of her, and soon, so soon, I’m going to bury myself inside her pussy.
I catch her eyes, and she looks right back, and all I can think islove, love, love. I still for a moment, savoring, my entire body on fire with anticipation. And then slowly, so slowly, because I do not want to hurt her, I push into her. She feels like heaven. Like home. Like the meaning of life.
“Holy shit,” Josie says. “You feel like you were made for me.”
“How can it be like this? It’s never been like this,” I’m moaning into her neck as I slowly, slowly pull out. It’s the most exquisite torture. I’m desperate for her—to feel that wet pussy strangling my dick. Jesus Fucking Christ, this woman.
“Axe. I need you. Harder. Please.”
“Turn over, bonny lass.” She rolls over onto her hands and knees and throws a grin over her shoulder. I wrap her loose hair around my fist so I can pull her head back for a kiss. It’s sloppy and desperate, and I get lost in it before my cock reminds me it cannot wait another second. I grab her around the middle with my other hand so I can look at her perfect ass while I fuck her.
Then, because she asked for it, I slam into that perfect pussy.
“Holy fuck,” Josie says. “So fucking good.”
