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Unable to help it, I chuckled. “You can prep me.” I kissed him. “I want you to.”

Before I could even react, he rolled over on top of me. I grunted. Jaxon loomed over me, his white hair hanging around my face. I arched up to press my lips to his jaw. “What are you waiting for?”

His mouth crashed into mine, then he ripped away, kissing along my jaw line before moving down my neck. I moaned when he pushed my face to the side and sucked on the skin above my throbbing pulse point. My hips bucked. Fuck. I couldn’t stop crying out as Jaxon sucked and nipped at me until he pulled off with a pop. The abused skin stung in the best possible way.

Growling, Jaxon continued downward in sucking kisses that had me bowing off the bed. I wanted more. I wanted him to leave hickeys all over me. I wanted him to bite me. I wanted him to keep me for the rest of my life. As he continued down, sucking on my belly button, I curled my fingers around his hair. Whines and cries kept slipping out of my throat as he played with me. My dick was bucking and leaking all over the place.

“Please, sweetheart,” I begged. “Please.”

He growled, ignoring me as he continued to suck and lick my skin. His teeth grazed the skin over my hips, and I cried out. My fingers tightened into a fist, practically strangling the strands of his hair. “Jaxon,” I pleaded. “Please. I need more.”

Once again, he ignored me. His teasing, sucking, nibbling kisses continued. All over my hips, over the sensitive skin between my groin and thigh, then to my thighs, where he started to bite me hard enough to bruise.

“Fuck,” I grunted, pre-cum leaking out of my tip and smearing over my stomach. “More.” I wanted—no, needed him to bite me in truth.

Jaxon seemed beyond words because all he did was bite me again, hard enough to leave yet another bruise, but not hard enough to permanently mark me. When he sucked on the bite mark he’d just given me, I gasped at the sharp pain that was immediately followed by pleasure. I gripped his hair and the sheet under me so hard my knuckles burned.

He grabbed my hips and flipped me, ripping my hands from their holds. I gasped, my chest pressing into the bed. Jaxon moved away, and I instantly protested, but I didn’t have time to do much. He yanked me back into him. He’d rearranged himself, leaning back against the headboard. I was now situated in between his legs. His hard cock wasn’t far from me, and my ass was in his face.

As he pulled my hips back even further, I yelped, my hands scrambling on his thighs to hold myself up. I’d never been manhandled like this before, but from my throbbing prick, I could definitely say I liked it. A lot. Jaxon’s massive hands gripped my ass and separated my cheeks, sending warmth to my face. I shouldn’t be embarrassed by being so exposed to him, but fuck, I was. However, it wasn’t just that, though. I was turned on. My hole kept clenching in anticipation of what was to come.

Jaxon didn’t keep me waiting. His tongue dragged over my entrance. I took in a sharp breath. Holy fucking monster god. He lapped and sucked on my hole, sending sparks up my spine. If I’d thought my cock was hard before, I’d known nothing. Fuck. I could come. Just from this. I pushed back onto his tongue, crying out. Whimpers and moans never stopped. I couldn’t help it.

“Nngh,” I grunted when the tip of his tongue wiggled into me. Holy shit. Slurps and wet licking sounded. Jaxon moaned and growled as he wiggled deeper inside of me. I gripped his thighs for everything that I was worth as I shrieked under his ministrations. His fingers dug into me and his thumbs kept me open wide for his tongue to continue attacking me. With every lick, suck, and gentle nibble around my rim, I was loosing my fucking mind.

“More,” I begged. “I need you inside of me.”

His tongue withdrew and a cap popped open with a sharp snap. Jaxon’s voice was a deep rumble as he said, “Need to go slow.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want slow.”

I grunted when Jaxon bit my ass. Hard. He growled, “Let me take care of you.”

Part of me wanted to keep protesting. I wanted Jaxon in my ass, and I wanted him now. However, he was right, and I knew it. His dick wasn’t small. My hole was untouched. We had to be careful, as much as every cell in my body was screaming for him. So I surrendered to him, relaxing as much as I could.

Cold, slick fingers circled my rim, making me tremble. I looked over my shoulder at Jaxon, and he was staring intently at where his fingers were. Over and over again, he spread the lube over my entrance. I shivered. My fingers were holding onto him so tightly that I had to be leaving bruises behind.

“Beautiful,” he whispered.

“Uugh,” I whimpered. “Please, sweetheart. Stop teasing me.”

Without preamble, one of his fingers slid all the way into me. The digit was longer and thicker than his tongue. It stung, but didn’t truly hurt. All I could do was buck and grind back on him. Jaxon snarled as he began shoving his finger in and out of me until I was crying his name like a mantra, like it was my final breath.

The lube cap popped again, then Jaxon returned with two fingers this time. Head bowed, his leaking cock against my cheek, I shoved my ass into the air and ground back on his fingers. I was grunting with each backward thrust, because ohmygod it was good. More than good. It was fucking perfect.

Jaxon’s fingers rubbed against something, and my eyes shot wide as I jerked. “Holy fuck,” I snapped. “Is that what I think it is?”

Jaxon didn’t respond more than a low hum, but his fingers returned. I cried out, my back arching. Yep. That was my prostate, and why hadn’t I been playing with it before this? Three fingers now stretched me open further. It stung and felt fucking amazing at the same time. He continued to tag that perfect spot as he worked more lube into me. His fingers wiggled and scissored, stretching me, but I could barely pay attention to anything besides the pleasure washing through me.

My balls hugged my shaft and tingles began to gather in the small of my back. “Fuck,” I moaned, grabbing the base of my cock as I fought impending release. “Baby, you need to hurry or I’m going to come.”

“Wait,” he snapped.

“I can’t,” I whined. I really couldn’t, but I really, really wanted to come on his cock.

Another finger slipped into me, and I cried out. Holy hells. I was so open, so damn full. Jaxon pumped his fingers in and out of me a few times before he slowly pulled them out. I groaned. My ass clenched automatically. It ached. It was much too empty.

Ever so gently, Jaxon turned me around so I straddled his thighs. He cupped my cheeks, the lube from his fingers getting everywhere. He whispered, “Mine.”