Raising his head, his eyes search my face. “You sure?’
“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”
Breath picking up, Jax nods. “I’m clean. Got checked months ago.”
“Good.”
“Now that that’s settled…”
Fuck. The intense stare he’s gifting me with steals what’s left of my sanity.
One tattooed hand moves to collar my throat, and I suck in a ragged breath as the other fists in my hair. His voice hits that lower register, making my stomach swoop and my core pulse with need.
“How do you want me to fuck you, Sasha?”
I want this man to do bad things to me. Very, very bad things.
“Like you hate me.”
His eyes flash with hunger as he tightens his grip on my throat with just enough pressure to make my pulse jump beneath his fingertips.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he growls, voice dropping even lower.
Before I can respond, he crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue and raw need as he devours me, swallowing my moans. His grip in my hair tightens, angling my head exactly how he wants it.
When he pulls back, we’re both panting. His eyes burn into mine as he reaches between us. Wrapping a hand around his thick shaft, he strokes it twice before pressing the pierced head against my entrance.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he commands.
Shit, I couldn’t look away even if I tried.
Jax rubs his dick between my slick folds, using my arousal to get himself wet as he kisses me deep. Then, without warning, he thrusts, filling me completely in one hard stroke.
“Fuck!” I scream, my back arching off the bed. The pain is delicious.
He’s huge—bigger than I remember—the stretch burning in the most incredible way. His piercing adds an extra layer of sensitivity, the metal balls dragging along my inner walls making me go cross-eyed.
“So fucking tight,” he growls against my mouth as he starts to do just as I asked.
Hips slam against mine, each jab harder and more punishing than the last. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive as he pounds into me relentlessly. His breath is hot against my ear, skin slapping against skin.
“Is this what you need?” he grunts, digging his fingersinto my hips hard enough to bruise. “Is this hateful enough for you? Or do you need more?”
“Yes, more,” I gasp, clawing at his back. “Don’t stop.”
Rhythm brutal and perfect, the ridge of his piercing drags against my G-spot with each powerful thrust. Just as the pressure starts to build again, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m right on the edge, he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching. Before I can protest, he flips me over onto my stomach and yanks me up by my hips.
“Hands and knees,” he commands, voice rough with desire.
Immediately I obey, pushing myself up on trembling arms. His palm lands on my ass with a sharp smack that makes me yelp, the sting quickly replaced by the soothing touch of his lips brushing across my rosy flesh.
“Such a perfect ass,” he murmurs as he positions himself behind me.
He enters me again with a thrust so powerful it has me crying out. Large hands grip my waist, thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass as he sets a punishing pace, driving me forward until I have to brace myself against the headboard.
“Fuck, Jax,” I moan, dropping my head to my chest when he hits a spot inside me I had no fucking clue existed.
After several more deep, hard strokes, he slows his pace down a notch. Spreading my ass cheeks, he spits before pressing his thumb gently against my back hole, the unexpected pressure making me gasp.
