“Never,” I promise as her pussy squeezes around my pumping fingers. I slow down, just to see if she’ll beg. “You sound so pretty, Hope. I could listen to you all night.”
She barely hesitates. “Jax, please… I want it, let me…”
God, she's incredible. I speed up and feel her come, hips jerking, my name echoing. I watch her face through all of it, how her lips part, how her eyes roll back. It’s fucking perfect.
She collapses back, limp and twitching, her chest heaving. She doesn’t say anything for a minute, just blushes and covers her face with her arm.
I tuck her hair out of her face and kiss her jaw, then her cheek. I want to have her again, make her come a second time, but I can barely think. I’m so hard it hurts.
“Your turn,” she whispers, and I swear I’ve never wanted anything more.
I roll back on the bed and try to undo my pants, but my hands are shaking so badly from my restraint I can barely get my fly open. She laughs and reaches to help, sliding my pants down, then pulling my cock out, and I almost come just from the sight of her fingers wrapped around me.
“You’re so big,” she whispers and a slight smile forms as she notices the piercings.
“Like those too?” I tease and she nods as she bites her bottom lip.
She starts slow and careful as she kisses the head. Then she licks down the shaft, her tongue so goddamn gentle, exploring every inch.
I grip the sheets, letting out a sound that’s halfway between a groan and a prayer. “You’re going to kill me,” I manage, but I don’t try to stop her.
She takes me into her mouth, not all the way, but enough to drive me insane. When her lips glide down farther, I lose it completely; my body shudders, toes curl. My fingers flex sinceI want to grab her hair and shove her down fully so bad, but I know I can’t. I need to let her set the pace.
She looks up at me, her eyes so fucking blue and alive, it almost hurts.
She holds my stare, mouth full of me, cheeks hollowed. The pressure is unreal. Her hand wraps around the base and she bobs, steady, her tongue working the underside with every upstroke. I clench the sheets, desperate not to fuck up the moment by thrusting into her face. She keeps at it, unwavering, eyes glued to mine. Each time she slides down, I can feel her throat tense around the head.
Holy fuck. I’m not going to last. I want to warn her, but my jaw won’t work and my brain is short-circuiting. All I can do is clutch the sheets and try not to lose my goddamn mind.
I can’t breathe.
“Hope, fuck, I…” I warn, voice already shredded.
She pulls off with a gasp, her face flushed, and draws a shaky breath before licking up the side of my cock, slow and deliberate. When she looks up at me, our eyes lock, and I see it—the pride, the need, the craving for approval. I want to tell her she’s amazing, that I’ve never felt anything like this, but mostly I just want to come all over her tongue.
“I don’t want you to come in my mouth, Jax,” she whispers.
A smile curves my lips as I see the glint of desire in her eyes shine brighter. She’s not done. She’s got something else in mind; I can see it in the way she licks her lips, the way her gaze flicks from my cock to my eyes, calculating and hungry. She moves back, pushes down her leggings, and I’m lost for words.
She straddles my hips, careful and trembling a little. I can feel how wet she is through her panties as she grinds down. I grab her waist, steadying her, and she kisses me, deep and soft and a little uncertain.
“I want to feel you inside me when you come,” she whispers, barely audible.
It takes me a second to process it. My brain is fried, my body strung tight, and I want that more than anything.
“My cum belongs inside you, sweetheart,” I groan.
Her hand slides down, guiding the head of my cock to her entrance. She’s still wearing her panties, but she nudges them aside, not even bothering to take them off. I’m so hard and desperate for her I can barely keep still.
She sinks onto me, slow at first, and we both exhale at the same time. She’s so tight, so goddamn soft and hot around me, that I have to dig my nails into her hips so I don’t blow it right that second. She moves, rolling her hips, and I feel her get bolder with each stroke, each ragged inhale. The way she rides me is messy and perfect. Her nails dig into my chest and the way she tightens around me with every roll of her hips… Fuck… I’m seconds from exploding.
My hand glides down, and I thumb her clit, gentle circles.
“Come with me, sweetheart,” I groan and she picks up the pace, grinding on me and I meet her with my thrusts.
“Jax,” she moans and I can feel she’s right on the edge.
“Be a good girl and come for me,” I say and I can see the exact moment she lets go.
