Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Jax was frozen in place, gripping his dick through his pants. Power rippled from him, sheer need that stifled me.
“I wonder if I’ll reach the bathroom before you reach me,” I said, and blinked innocently. I shrugged off his jacket, the scent of him remaining on my skin, tossed it aside, then worked my fingers under the waistband of my yoga pants. I shimmied and tugged them down, exposing my ass, bending and watching him, the tips of my hair sweeping the floor.
His jaw dropped.
Ha.
I snapped upright again and stepped out of the yoga pants.
“Fuck,” Jax said. “You’d better run.”
I giggled and took hold of the doorjamb, swung myself into the hall and started down it.
Jax’s footsteps thundered across the dining room.
My heart punched against my rib cage. I strode down the hall, I didn’t run, not a chance, and past the guest room. I reached his bedroom door and—
Jax’s hand closed around my forearm and spun me on the spot. “I told you, you’d better run.”
“I don’t do what I’m told. I do what I want to do.”
“Good, baby,” he growled. “That’s good.”
“What are you waiting for?” I raised my chin. Touch me. Touch me. Take me!
“Deliverance.” Jax’s grip on my forearm. “Sanity.”
I opened my mouth to reply, but he shoved me against his bedroom door before I could get a word out. It swung inward, and we crashed backward. His arm looped around my waist kept me from falling. He ran me back toward his bed and threw me onto it.
I bounced and let my legs fall open for him. I’d made the decision. I wanted this. One night of bliss with this slick son of a bitch. That was all. And now that the decision was made, I’d do it with everything I had, with all the confidence I felt when dancing.
Music played in my head, the same songs I danced to in the studio, and I threw my arms above my head and lifted my ass off the sheets, bracing my feet and squirming for him, in time to that mental beat.
“Christ,” Jax said and stripped off his belt. He whipped it through the air so it cracked, and it hit a desk in the corner. Next went his shirt. He tore it open and buttons pinged off, hit things, who even cared what. “Take off that fucking sports bra before I tear it off, Riley.”
I did as he asked, contorting my upper body. Cool air washed over my breasts and goose bumps rose on my flesh.
Jax made a strangled noise in his throat.
His chest heaved, those tattoos, demons and beasts and god knew what else, living, walking with each breath. He was magnificent—a broad, barrel chest slimmed down to defined abs. A swimmer’s body.
Serious, serious trouble. Oh my god.
Jax ripped his pants down, and my eyelids fluttered at the sight of him.
“Oh god,” I whispered.
It was thick and long, veined, and perfectly proportioned, with a slight curve to the left. Clean, circumcised with precum glistening at the tip for me. For me.
“Legs back,” he grunted. “Up by your head. Spread those pussy lips for me.”
I lifted my legs and rested them back beside my ears, pinched my nipples, and massaged my breasts with eager fingers.
“Pill?” He asked.
“No,” I replied.
“Shit,” Jax said and walked to his bedside table. He brought out a condom, stripped the wrapper off with his teeth, the smoothed the sheath onto his dick. It strained against the latex, red and angry, desperate for release.
I snaked a hand between my legs and played with my clit, moaned for him.
Jax returned to me, slapped my hand away, then took hold of both thighs and dragged me toward him, crumpling the sheets. “Don’t touch yourself unless I say you can.”
“But—”
“Do you wanna come, Riley?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Then keep your hands out of my way.” He placed the tip of his dick at my entrance and forced it inside in one swift thrust.
I cried out, looped my arms around the backs of my knees and opened myself even wider for him. He was huge. I looked down at the base of his dick, glistening with my fluids as he pounded in and out, in and out.
I clenched tight around him, and it was as if his dick fought me, so fucking hard and thick it split me. It claimed me. It changed me.
“Oh god,” I keened.
He spat on my clit, massaged his saliva into that button, spreading pleasure through my pussy. Each sweep of his rough thumb brought another wave, and I wound tighter and tighter. This was impossible.
This couldn’t be real.
“Jax,” I hissed. “Jax, don’t stop.”
“Stop clenching or I’ll come.”
“I can’t stop. Please, I can’t stop.”
“Then come for me,” he ground it out between his teeth. “I want that tight, pink pussy to—”
I lost it at “pink pussy.” A howl escaped my lips, my eyes squeezed shut, and white hot bliss thundered through my chest, through my abdomen, my stomach, up and down my spine. I lost sense of time and space, lost myself in the image of him, his abdomen glistening with sweat, his focus centered on me, skipping between my pussy, my breasts, and my face.