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)
She gobbled my cock like it had a delicious center.
“Riley, stop,” I said. I was too close to the edge.
“But I love it,” she replied, lips grazing my tip. “I want to make you come. I want to taste you, Jax.”
She swallowed me again, gagged and drew back, sliding those lips, red now from the friction, over my skin, the ridges and veins. She massaged my balls, played with the skin, then pressed two fingers to the expanse of flesh just past them.
“Fuck!” I lurched forward, pleasure shrieking through me. Too close. Too fucking close. I dragged her off my dick, grabbed the back of her neck and forced her to turn, turn, turn until she was on all fours in front of me, her ass in the air.
“You’re next,” I said.
Chapter 12
Riley
I grabbed the pillow at the head of my bed and dragged it toward my chest, clutched it tight and wiggled my ass at Jax behind me.
When we were like this, him touching me, his flavor on my tongue, I lost control. I lost the will to worry. It didn’t matter whether that was a good or a bad thing. It was the truth.
“Hold still,” Jax said and took hold of both of my ass cheeks.
I did as I was told but reluctantly. I was empty, and I had to be filled before I lost my mind. Maybe I already had.
His fingers bit into the meat of my ass and I bit my lip. “Please,” I managed.
“Please what?”
“I need you inside me.”
“Not yet,” Jax replied.
“Huh?” I shifted, but he stopped me with a light spank on the ass.
“Don’t fucking move until I say so. Until you’re dripping with your own cum, Riley. Understand?”
“Yes,” I whispered, careful not to move my head, not to do anything that would end the moment prematurely.
Silence.
The gentle stroke of his tongue from my hole downward to my clit brought a gasp from my lips. I barely managed not to lurch forward. I hugged the pillow tighter, my breasts pressing into it. “More,” I whispered.
He nipped my clit.
“Please. I want more.”
Jax dragged his tongued back up to my entrance and inserted it, pumped it back and forth inside me, tugging my ass cheeks apart as far as they could go. He buried his face in there, ate noisily. The wet, slurping noises were unbearable.
I writhed and his hand came down on my ass cheek again.
“What’d I say?” he asked against my pussy lips. He sucked one into his mouth, licked it, then did the same with the other. “What’d I say, Riley?”
“Don’t move,” I replied.
“Exactly.” He massaged the stinging flesh then returned his attention to my clit. He suckled on it and released one of my cheeks, inserted two fingers and worked them inside me, extra slow.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Oh my god, yes. It’s so good. It’s so fucking good. I love it slow and deep.” His fingers were huge. They hit me exactly where I needed him, and he turned the pads upward, seeking the soft spot inside me that filled me and drove me through the roof.
I jerked again, and he quit suckling on my clit. “Move again and I’m going to stick a finger in your ass. You done that before, Riley?”
“Uh-uh,” I said. And I wanted it. I wanted everything with him, no matter how weird and kinky.
“Then you probably shouldn’t move.” He gave me another languorous lick, moving his fingers painfully slow.
I bucked my hips, purposefully this time.
Jax let out a little grunt of pleasure and nipped my clit. “You asked for it,” he said, and shifted his left hand from my clit. A pause of cold air, the wet sound of him spitting, working his fingers together, and then heat against my asshole.
His lips returned to my pussy, his tongue swirled and teased, fingers pressed into my G-spot, and then…
“Oh my god,” I cried out.
His finger, so thick and long and wet, entered my ass slowly. The pressure of him inside me, in both holes, while his tongue toyed with my bud, sent me screaming into my orgasm.
I shuddered against his lips, clenched around his fingers, bit down on the pillow, my teeth tearing into the fabric, my eyes screwed shut. Muffled shrieks and his cologne drifting through the guest room—I’d never forget this.
The climax receded slowly, the aftershocks bringing thrills of pleasure. I gasped and shifted, his fingers still inside me.
“Good,” Jax said. “That was damn good, girl. You’re so fucking delicious I nearly came.”
“Fuck me,” I replied, around a mouthful of pillow. I spat it out and looked back over my shoulder at him. He stood behind me now and smoothed his hands over my lower back, pressing into the muscles on either side of my spine. I circled my hips, jiggled my hands at him. “Fuck me, please.”