“More? Buttercup, I can talk you out of your damn mind if that’s what you want.” His lips drag lazily down my jaw, his words hot against my skin. “I can tell you exactly how I’m gonna spread those thighs wide and fuck you until you can’t remember your own name. You’ll be begging me to stop, then crying when I don’t.”
Cocky bastard. Though, the heat pooling between my legs as he palms my breast through the thin cotton, his thumb brushing my nipple until it peaks, does something to me. He hums, pleased. “That’s it. You like when I talk dirty to you, don’t you? Gets you all wet, makes your wet pussy throb. I can feel it through your shorts.”
“Jax…” My voice cracks.
He hooks his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, tugging too slow, savoring every second of my torment. “You want me to talk you through it? Tell you exactly how I’m gonna sink into you, inch by inch, until this tight—” he viciously grips my waist. “—little body of yours is stretched around me?” Henips my earlobe, his tongue soothing after. “Or do you want me to tell you what I’m gonna make you do for me? How I’m gonna have you on your knees, drooling on my cock like the desperate little thing you are?”
I shiver violently, my nails digging into his shoulders. I shouldn’t love this as much as I do, but I can’t stop the needy sound that slips out of me. And I’m never needy. But God, I am for him.
He laughs again, dark and rough, enjoying how he has me wrapped around his finger. “That’s my girl. You like these filthy words, don’t you? But what happens when I get these shorts off?”
He fists the material and pulls, and I don’t hesitate to lift in assistance.
“Should I bury my face between your thighs?” His gaze rakes in appraisal of my bare skin. “Lick you until I’m…” He suddenly swallows, eyes stuck on my apex where I know I’ve made a damp outline. He clears his throat before locking his jaw and continuing. “Until I’m drowning on the way I make you cum.”
He tosses my shorts and bites his lip, shaking his head as he takes in one last look at my arousal on my underwear. Flicking his gaze back to mine, I find his eyes have gone ravenous.
“You want that?” he asks with a sudden desperation. “You want to grind on my mouth while I suck your clit?” His voice is more begging than teasing, and I don’t get a word out before he slips a crooked finger between my underwear and pussy, dragging the material up and down, his knuckle grazing my slit where I’m wet and warm.
“Fuck…” he groans. “You’re soaked. You’re begging for it without saying a damn word. You’re such a good girl when your legs are open.”
He suddenly yanks, and then he’s between me, his breath hitting my swollen flesh before I can blink. His groan is guttural,hungry. “Fuck, look at you. Dripping all over yourself. You want me to clean up this mess? You want me to lick every drop?”
I nod, my hips lifting toward him in desperation.
“Yeah, that’s it. Arch that pretty little pussy up for me.” He slips his palms under my ass and holds me up, and then his tongue drags between me. The action is so slow and savoring that my body jerks for more.
My hand flies to his hair, tangling in the thick strands. He chuckles against me, “Mmm, tighter. Use me.”
I do, and he rewards me with a sharp suck around my clit, making me cry out.
“There she is,” he rasps, pulling back just enough to speak, his chin glistening. His eyes burn into mine before dropping right back to my center.
My entire body jolts as his lips seal around my clit again, sucking mercilessly. My eyes roll back as he makes quick, swirling motions with his tongue.
My thighs clamp around his head, but he only digs deeper, sliding two thick fingers into me without warning, curling them until stars explode behind my eyes.
“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls between licks, squeezing my ass, “clenching like you’re trying to milk my fingers already. What’s it gonna be like when it’s my cock stretching you open? When I’m pounding into you and you’re screaming my name?”
I sob out his name, teetering, nails clawing his shoulders.
“That’s right. Cum for me, buttercup. Cum all over my face. Make a fucking mess of me. Then I’ll flip you over and fuck you through the mattress until you can’t walk tomorrow.”
His tongue works faster, rougher, and his fingers piston in and out, curling just right until I’m arching up, choking on a scream. He drags me higher, forcing me to the edge.
“That’s it,” he coaxes against me, his lips slick, his breath hot. “Give it to me. I want every drop. Cum for me like the good girl you are.”
I try to hold on, to resist the wave threatening to pull me under, but he growls into my pussy, sucking my clit hard enough that my vision blanks. My body breaks, shattering as I gush on his lips.
A sob rips out of me, my thighs trembling violently around his head. But Jax doesn’t let go. He drinks me down, groaning like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, his tongue licking me through every spasm, his fingers slowing in tandem.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he says hoarsely, pulling back just enough to look up at me. His chin is drenched, his lips glistening, his expression feral. “Keep soaking me.”
I can barely breathe, my body wracked with aftershocks, but he doesn’t stop, thrusting his fingers deeper, curling them against the spot that has me crying out again.
“I’m not done.” His grin is wicked as he holds me in one hand to slap my ass with the other. “I’m not done until you’re begging me to stop. I’ll make you cum again, and again, until this pussy forgets how to close around anything but me.”
He dives back in, tongue relentless, sucking my clit like he wants to tear another climax out of me. I scream his name again, nails digging into his shoulders, my body already spiraling toward another peak…
