Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 41664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
I kissed her again, rougher this time, sliding my tongue deep to tangle with hers. She shuddered, and her hips rolled naturally against me. A sweet moan fell from her lips when I rocked my pelvis and the giant bulge rubbed the perfect spot between her legs. The wall was cold at her back, but I was all heat in front of her, grinding, relentless…so fucking desperate.
“I’ll never get enough of your taste,” I growled into her mouth. Then I dragged my lips down to the spot where her pulse hammered at the side of her neck, biting just hard enough to feel her jump.
Her head tipped back, exposing more of that soft throat to me. That sight alone nearly undid me—flush racing down her chest, lips wet from my bite, and brown eyes gone heavy with want. She was trembling against me but not in fear. No, she was melting into me, into my possession, and every shiver only wound me tighter.
Inside my skull was pure static. Fury at the near miss. Possession like a live wire. Need so sharp it bordered on pain. And underneath it all, the terrifying realization that it was me who was owned.
I didn’t give her a chance to steady herself. One second she was against the door, lips swollen from my kiss, and the next I had her shirt fisted in my hands. A savage jerk, and the buttons scattered across the floor. She gasped, but I was already sliding the bra straps off her shoulders, unclasping the band with one hand like it had been built to obey me. Her tits spilled free, and fuck, my mouth watered.
I pushed her toward the bed, following close while I stripped her down in a blur of movement. My glasses went next, tossed onto the dresser so nothing sat between me and every bare inch of her. Shoes, socks—gone. I hooked her jeans and panties together, dragging them down her legs until she was sprawled out across the mattress, naked and flushed, chest heaving.
For a beat, I just stood there, looking at her. Mine. Spread across my sheets like a feast.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” My cock throbbed so hard it hurt, straining against denim, begging for release.
I climbed onto the bed, bracing over her. My palms closed around her tits, squeezing until she arched with a cry. Then they slid lower, over her belly and down to her thighs. Heat rolled off her skin, and when my fingers grazed her center, wetness coated them instantly. The feel of it—silken, slippery, and obscenely wet—made my cock jerk.
A groan tore out of my chest. “Dripping for me. You like me making a mess out of you, don’t you?”
She moaned her agreement, and her thighs trembled as I spread them wide, pushing her knees flat to the mattress. I wedged my shoulders between them and leaned in, inhaling deep. Fuck. Her arousal filled my lungs like it had been made for me. Better than anything I’d ever breathed.
I gave her a slow lick from bottom to top, savoring the taste. So damn perfect. I drank her like a man crawling out of a drought.
“Have the sweetest fucking pussy, baby,” I muttered against her, my tongue flicking the hood before sliding lower again. “I’m already addicted.”
I gripped her thighs hard, the give of her body under my hands grounding me as much as it ruined me. She tried to squirm, but I pinned her in place, my scruff scraping her inner thighs. Then I buried my face against her and ate.
Her pussy was swollen and dripping—glistening in the low light. The sight of it, open and begging for me, just about snapped something inside me. I stabbed my tongue into her, fucking her with it, groaning as her juices filled my mouth. Her belly quivered with every thrust of my tongue, her head tossing against the sheets, hair fanned wild across my pillow.
“Damn, baby,” I groaned into her, tongue working deep. “So fucking tight. So wet. You’re mine, every inch of you.”
She was thrashing now, begging, her fingers twisting in the sheets and her head thrown back. “Please, Jax. Please—”
I pulled back just enough to growl, “Who owns this pussy? Say it. Scream it. Who the fuck you belong to.”
Her voice broke, sobbing out my name, high and frantic. “You! Jaxton! It's yours!”
That sound of her screaming my real name while my fingers were buried in her pussy ripped something loose inside me. Made the world tilt on its axis. My chest clenched, hunger flooding hotter than before.
I shoved two fingers inside her, curling them just right, pumping hard as my mouth sealed on her clit at last. I sucked and flicked relentlessly, groaning against her so she felt the vibration straight through her nerves.
The orgasm hit her like a freight train, her body bowing off the mattress, a scream tearing out of her throat. Her thighs squeezed my head, muscles clamping, the silken heat trapping me there as she came, but I didn’t let up. She gushed into my mouth, soaking my tongue, clenching my fingers tight as I fucked her through it and drank her down like it was oxygen.