One hand drifted down to slowly play with her clit while the other remained on her nipple, tugging and squeezing.
“God, that feels so good.Don't…” she moaned, sinking lower and rising again.“Jax, don't stop.”
“Ride me, trouble.”
Moaning, she sunk again, taking more this time, and a rhythm built between us.I met every roll of her body, thrusting my hips as the need took over.Leaning forward, she claimed my mouth and increased the pace.I kissed her passionately, letting in the love and light and her.
“Jax, that's… I need…”
“Tell me what you need.”
She groaned.“Deeper.Please, more.”
My hand went up to cup her neck, ripping the bonnet from her head and tossing it somewhere.Her hair fell across her shoulders before I bundled it and tugged.Instinctively, her back arched and she cried out when she got her wish.And breasts bouncing in my face gave me my wish, too.
Win-win situation.
“Like that?”
“Yes, please, oh yes… don't stop!”
“You're in control, love.I should be saying that to you.Ugh, fuck,” I cursed when her pussy clenched around me.
I leaned up, dragging one of her nipples with my teeth as I rammed into her.Her hips grinded against mine as the room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“You're everything for me, trouble.I love you so fucking much.”
She arched further, throwing herself back, and I shot up.This position had me deeper inside her, and from the way her lips parted, I could tell I found her sweet spot.My arm wrapped around her waist and I pulled her into every thrust, lost in the sight of pleasure and sweat coating her skin.
“Oh fuck, Jax, I'm so close,” she cried.
Her breasts bounced with the force, and I kept the same tempo, ready to feel her milk my cock.I gritted my teeth and tried to hold off mine, rubbing furiously against her clit.
“Jaxon!”
The scream tore through her lips as her body convulsed around me.Her legs shook around my waist and her eyes closed.
“Fuck!”I roared, pulling out from her and watching my cum spill all over her pussy and stomach.Groaning, I stroked my cock, wrapping my fingers around it and squeezing it dry.
“Well, that was one way to wake me up,” she breathed out, chest rising and falling.
I huffed out a laugh and bent low to kiss her softly.Then I shifted her so her head was back on the pillow laying comfortably.
“Don't move,” I murmured before getting up and heading to the bathroom.
I heated one of the rags and went back to her, gently wiping her down as she moaned and mewed.Then I dragged the rag across my dick.
“I'd argue that was better than coffee,” I drawled.
“Don't argue with a lawyer, honey.You'll lose.”
“Dear, honey… you really need better nicknames.”I sank in bed and wrapped my arms around her.
“You seem to like being called ‘good boy.’”
I groaned, shutting my eyes as the shudder ran through me.“Don't start with me, trouble.”
She giggled and twisted, reaching for her phone on her nightstand, giving me a perfect view of the tattoo across her shoulder blade.It had healed nicely, and there was never a moment my heart didn't skip a beat just looking at it—it was like my brand on her skin, and fuck, I loved knowing she was mine.
