One solid jerk on my panties freed them from body, and my longing reached a fevered pitch as Jax ran his tongue up the inside of my thigh.
I hissed as his palm ran up my other thigh before his fingers became enveloped in the slick heat of my pussy.
Oh, Jesus! I’m not sure I’ll live through this!
“Jax,” I moaned helplessly. “Please.”
“Fuck! You’re so damn wet, Harlow,” he said roughly. “Do you know how hot it is to feel how much you want me.”
Oh, hell yes, I knew. I’d felt the same animalistic satisfaction when I pushed up against his enormous erection.
It was primal gratification that I couldn’t really describe.
“Yes,” I murmured.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to taste this gorgeous pussy?” he asked as his thumb teased my clit mercilessly.
“No,” I panted.
“Yes!” I screamed as his head disappeared between my thighs.
The first touch of Jax’s wicked tongue stroking from the bottom to the top of my sensitive flesh sent every nerve in my body into overdrive.
He was merciless as he feasted on my pussy like a madman.
He gorged.
He teased.
He ravaged until my heart felt like it was going to pound out of my chest.
“Jax! Oh, God, it’s too much!” I whined, my whole body shaking with a need I’d never experienced before.
My hands tore at the sheets, and my head thrashed as Jax gave me a carnal pleasure that was so staggering I could hardly breathe.
His mouth clamped over my clit, and as it did, I felt my climax start to roll over my body.
It was so powerful that all I could do was spear my hands into Jax’s hair and ride it.
“Yes, Jax. Yes!” I screamed, not caring that the sounds of my pleasure were bouncing off the walls of the large room.
My body trembled as it came down from the most earth-shattering orgasm I’d ever had.
I never knew! I never knew it could be like this!
Jax continued to wring every ounce of pleasure he could get out of me before he slid up my body.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and yanked his mouth down to mine, just as hungry to taste him as he was to savor me.
Tasting myself on his tongue as he devoured my mouth was so sensual that I moaned against his lips.
The second he lifted his head, I demanded, “Fuck me. Fuck me right now.”
“Condom,” he groaned.
“I’m protected and I’m clean.”
“I’m clean, too,” he rasped, his chest heaving. “Haven’t been with anyone for a while now. Only. Wanted. You.”
Hearing Jax make that profession tore me apart.
“Then screw the condom,” I panted as I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You’re mine, Jax Montgomery. You’re never going to need a damn condom again. It’s just you…and me. And if you ever go, I’ll find you, too. I swear I will.”
“Fuck!” he cursed. “Having you claim me is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. I am yours, Harlow. Always will be.”
“Yes,” I called out in a throaty voice as Jax entered me with one powerful surge of his hips.
Jax was built big, but I relished the way he stretched and filled me. The unholy satisfaction was worth a few seconds of discomfort.
When he groaned, and then started to move, I felt like this moment was a culmination of every carnal desire I’d ever harbored about Jax.
And finally satisfying them was transcendent.
I lifted my hips to every thrust, drowning in the bliss of finally having Jax inside me, around me, part of me.
I love you. I love you so much.
I desperately wanted to scream those words out loud, but I bit them back.
I’d probably been in love with Jax for a while now, but I’d never actually said those words, and he’d never said them to me, either.
I don’t want to ruin this moment!
I wasn’t about to do anything that might crush the all-consuming gratification that was thrumming through my body right now.
“Come for me, baby,” he growled into my ear.
Jax’s obsession with making me come made it even more urgent than it already was. I tightened my legs around his waist, and Jax shifted positions until every forceful drive of his cock stimulated my clit.
“Oh, God, Jax, that feels so good,” I cried out, the pleasure so intense that I felt like I was going to come apart.
He put a hand under my ass and pummeled into me until I finally imploded.
“Jax!” I screamed, my short fingernails digging into his back because my release was so violent and powerful.
He followed me over the edge with a masculine, throaty groan of release that completely shattered me.
He rolled me on top of him, his hand still on my ass to keep us locked together.
The only sound in the room was our harsh breathing as our heartrates slowed, and we caught our breath.
I buried my face in his neck, savoring his sweaty, musky scent.
“Worth every fucking minute of suffering,” Jax stated gutturally as he stroked a gentle hand through my hair.
I smiled against his hot, moist skin, my body awash in post orgasmic bliss.
His words had summed up exactly the way I felt, too.
Jax
“What in the hell am I doing wrong?” I asked Molly and Tango as I poked at the contents of the frying pan the next morning. “This does not look like French toast. Do you guys think this looks edible at all?”
The dogs watched me from their place on the floor on the other side of the kitchen island. Neither one of them looked like they had any answers.
“You guys are no help,” I complained as they cocked their heads, and looked at me like I was losing my mind.
Since I was a lousy cook, they probably did think seeing me in the kitchen for any length of time was an unusual sight.
I lifted a brow as I looked from Molly to Tango. “I doubt either one of you would eat this shit.”
Disgusted, I trashed the contents of the frying pan, determined to try again.
Dammit! I wanted to do something nice for Harlow, and making breakfast had seemed like a good idea when I’d first gotten up. Yeah, it would have been easier to just order something in, but what was the point if I hadn’t put the effort in to do it myself?