His eyes gleam, pupils blowing so wide they almost lookblack. That’s how I know he’s on the verge of feral—just the way I like him.
Jax grins wickedly before crawling up my body until he’s straddling my chest. My breath quickens as his thighs bracket my ribs, his impressive cock now mere inches away from my face.
Wanting desperately to touch him, I strain against the tie binding my wrists, but the silk only tightens even more.
“Open,” he commands, his voice a rough growl, sending shivers down my spine.
Eagerly, I part my lips, tilting my head back just enough to get a better angle. He grips his cock at the base, guiding the tip to my waiting mouth.
The salty taste of pre-cum hits my taste buds as he slowly rubs the head of his dick back and forth along the flat surface of my tongue before I wrap my mouth around him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans as I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deep. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby.”
His piercing slides across my tongue, adding a delicious sensation that makes me moan around his length. The vibration of my throat causes him to hiss as he shifts his hand to tangle in my hair.
“You fucking live for it, don’t you?” he asks, eyes locked on mine as he plants his other hand against the wall above my head and starts to thrust. “You love having your mouth fucked while you’re all trussed up and helpless.”
I can only moan in response as my core clenches.
Gradually, he increases the pace, hand tightening in my hair as he fucks my face. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat with each jab, making my eyes water.
“Christ, you look so fucking perfect like this,” he rasps, his breathing becoming ragged. “Those pretty lips stretched around my cock, tits bouncing.”
His thrusts become more deliberate, more controlled, as he watches my face for any sign of discomfort. But all I feel is desire—hot, consuming desire that has me arching beneath him, desperate for more.
Just when I think he’s about to lose control, he pulls back, cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. Whimpering at the loss, I try chasing after it with my lips.
“Fuck.” Jax’s chest heaves as he stares down at me. His eyes are dark with lust, jaw clenched tight as he takes several deep breaths, fighting for control. When he speaks, his voice is dangerously low, sending a fresh wave of arousal straight to my core.
“Do you want me to come in your mouth, or do you want me to fuck your cunt like the dirty little slut you are?”
His crude, deprecating words makes my pussy clench with need. I lick my lips, savoring the taste of him still lingering there.
“I want you to fuck me,” I moan.
“Like…”
“A dirty little slut.”
A primal sound rumbles from his chest. Slowly, he moves down my body and settles between my thighs. Eyes never leaving mine, he notches the head of his cock at my entrance.
“You sure this what you want?” he asks again, slowly rubbing himself through my folds, gathering my arousal, slicking his dick.
“Yes,” I gasp, lifting my hips in an attempt to slide him inside. “Please, Jax.”
He grips my hips, holding me still. “Say it again.”
“Please,” I beg, desperate for him to fill me. “I need you inside me.”
With one powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, making me cry out as my vision blurs.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. “Always so perfect for me.”
But when he starts to move, it’s with slow, deliberate strokes that have me whimpering beneath him. Each thrust drags his piercing along my inner walls, creating a delicious friction that has me panting for more.
“You like that?” he asks, voice strained as he picks up the pace. “You like how I fill you up?”
“Yes,” I moan, tugging at my bound wrists. I want to touch him so badly, to dig my nails into his back and pull him closer. “Harder, Jax. Please.”
