I nodded my head, and he pulled his fingers out of me and laid a hand on my shoulder, pushing me until I laid flat on my back. He sucked his fingers into his mouth. “So sweet, if not sweeter.” He kneeled on the bed and spread my legs apart, filling the space with his body. The long, straining cock stretched above his belly button, and the vein protruded as a ridge filled with blood.
Jaxon Steele was an aphrodisiac. A forbidden fruit. Once you take a bite of him, a craving would form, and it would never be sated. Even if he gave you what you needed, it wouldn’t be enough. You’d ache for him because he made his way into the marrow of your bones, your cells, and he’d ruin you.
“You’re pretty pink pussy is so wet for me, baby.” He dragged his cock through my folds and then slapped the crown on my clit. “Oh, you like that,” he said, continuing to slap the swollen bud.
It was just like when he spanked me, only it was better. My thighs shook with every hit he gave my bundle of nerves, and my body jerked and spasmed. I closed my eyes, waiting for the next hit when he plunged inside me, bare and raw.
He didn’t give me time to accommodate his girth, he hammered into me, fucking me like a man who hadn’t fucked for nearly decade.
I knew that wasn’t true, but he hadn’t fucked me.
And that was the difference.
“Fuck, Quinn. You’re so damn tight. Christ, I want to fill you up all night, drenching you with my come so I can slide inside you whenever I want.”
His dirty words had a gush of cream flowing down his shaft in response. With every hard thrust, my tits bounced, and my nails dug into his chest, crying out with every time he punched the spot in my depths.
Jaxon fell over me and brushed his lips against mine, still pumping his cock into my cunt like a savage beast. “This pussy is mine, Quinn. Do you understand me?” He pulled out, flipped me over onto my stomach, and spanked my ass. Then he speared his nine inches in me again without warning, and I cried out for mercy.
But I didn’t want mercy.
I wanted him to punish me.
I wanted the lawless side of him right now, taking what he wanted without any give-a-damns.
He wrapped his hand around my throat and jerked my neck back, stretching my throat to the max until I found it difficult to breathe. “Do.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Fucking. Understand.” Thrust, thrust. “Me?” Thrust. His voice sounded like he swallowed gravel; it was so low.
“Yes, Jaxon. Yours. It’s only ever been yours,” I admitted, hoping he understood the implication that he has been the only man I had ever been with since Brian wouldn’t have sex with me.
Jaxon’s hips stuttered for a moment; his flaming steel stopped searing my insides for a split second before he gripped the globes of my ass and pounded me into the bed.
Since my face was shoved into the blankets, I couldn’t see when he lifted his hand in the air. All I felt was a quick sting on my ass that had my body soaring over the edge Jaxon had been keeping me on for the last few days. “I’m coming! Jaxon, yes!” I flicked my hair over my shoulder and dared to look at him as my pussy spasmed around him. Sweat shined on his chest and dripped off the ends of his hair.
Right as I was about to come down from my thigh, he pinched my clit, and that forced another orgasm to explode from me, more powerful than the last. Once I was warmed up, I could come every second, and Jaxon always made sure to give me multiple orgasms.
Nothing had changed, and I was fucking glad for it.
“Shit, oh shit, Quinn!” he growled my name and slapped my ass one last time before his hot seed splashed against my contracting walls pulled his come to my womb. “Damn it! Oh, damn it,” he groaned out loud, and for a moment, I thought I did something wrong, but he pulled back to thrust back in. “I’m going to come again, baby. You feel so good; I can’t stop. I can’t—” he planted that big dick in my pussy again, filling me full just like he promised.
I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, sweaty, come dripping down my thighs, and I had never felt more beautiful.
He fell on top of me, bracing his weight on his arms, and kissed the back of my neck. His cock still buried inside me, we laid there, gasping for breath. It had never been like that between us before. Jaxon continued to kiss me and gave my left cheek one good squeezed before falling to the side, his cock finally slipping free.
Yep. Jaxon fucked like a god, and I’d gladly make him my new religion.
Chapter Seventeen
Jaxon
Never in my life had I come twice in a row before. Only Quinn could keep me on an edge like that and ring me dry. I kissed her shoulder, and a sleepy smile grazed her lips. She blinked those doe brown eyes at me, and I wanted to tell her I loved her, but I knew right after sex wasn’t the time to say it. Sure, I’d said it before, but with our history, that was not the time to say it again. Hormones were high, and I wanted her to know I meant it. I wanted her to know that I loved her just the same as I did before, without the sex.
Sex was a bonus with Quinn, and yeah, she was better in bed than any other woman I had ever been with, but that was because Quinn was my heart. A walking, talking, beautiful, version of the better part of me, and I never wanted what we had to be ruined again.
“You’re staring at me.”
“You’re gorgeous when you’re sexed out and tired,” I teased, brushing my finger along her jaw.
“I am thoroughly sexed out,” she yawned, and it ended on a cute high-pitch squeal. “So good,” she murmured. “You have only gotten better at that.”
Damn, she was stroking my ego, and the compliment made me puff my chest a bit. “So have you,” I said, my cock nearly hardening again when I thought of her begging for me.
She snorted. “Don’t know how. I haven’t had sex with anyone but you.”
I didn’t know how not to act happy about that. She had said something similar during sex, but my mind didn’t linger too long on it. I hadn’t wanted to be wrong. And here she was, telling me that I had been the only man before and after. What kind of fucking luck was that? I was confused, thankful, but curious as to why a beautiful woman like her didn’t have sex for the last decade.
“You don’t even have to ask. I can hear your thoughts.”
“You’re inside my head now?”
“The greatest gift a woman has too. I’m not about to go against the female number one rule and spill our secrets,” she giggled, and it was a sound I needed to hear, one of happiness and femininity, one that had been erased from my life for so long I had forgotten what it was like to hear something as simple as true laughter coming from a woman I loved.
My groin itched, ruining the moment, and that was when I realized we still hadn’t cleaned up. Come was drying on me, and I had no doubt it was on her too. I held up a finger to stop her from answering my questions. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back,” I said, rolling off the bed. She was there, all sexy, ass in the air, and still sweating. How the hell was I supposed to concentrate when she looked like that?
“Where are you going?” she asked, flipping over until I saw her breasts. If I didn’t turn around now, I’d slide into her hot, wet pussy again.