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His hand quickly lets go of my hair before he grabs me, hoisting me up over his shoulder as he carries me towards his office. A playful swat against my ass causes me to gasp as laughter escapes his throat. “Tell me, cupcake. Do you like ice cream?”

“What…?” I gasp, trying to process why he is asking me that as he takes me into his office, closing the door behind us.

“Of course you do,” he mutters as if he didn’t even hear me ask him a question. “You used to dig into ice cream like it was going out of fashion when we were kids.”

The moment my feet hit the floor of his office, I’m pressed against the wall. His eyes stare down at me with a hunger that I’ve seen multiple times before. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing…” he replies, the corner of his lips turning up into a devilish smirk as he runs a hand slowly up the side of my cheek. “Just sharing ice cream with someone who means the world to me.”

Why does it sound like he’s talking about more than just Ice cream?

Chapter Thirty-Three: Jaxson

“Icould always tie you up…”

Laughter escapes her as she rolls her eyes, “with what… towels?”

The sarcasm coming from her only makes my smile widen a bit more. “Or rope…”

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She thought I was joking when I said I kept rope in my office. Not that it was meant or purchased for dark or sexual things. In fact, I can’t recall why I had bought the rope. But I did. And I’m thankful I did because looking at her right now splayed against the wall with her arms over her head restricted by rope and a coat hook while her legs are spread wide forme, giving me a view of her gorgeous pussy… I can’t help but wonder how lucky I really am.

I mean… Madison. The gorgeous, bubbly brunette from my childhood wants me.

Running my finger over the silver spoon within the blue bowl I’m holding, I contemplate where to torture her next. For the last thirty minutes, I’d been spreading vanilla ice cream across every sensitive area of her body only to lick it up afterward. Her legs are still shaking from where I’d made her cum only a moment ago. But she isn’t done yet. Hell, this girl can go for hours before she’s ready to throw in the towel.

“Jaxson—” she says breathlessly. Her head tilts back slightly before her eyes meet mine once more, a smile spreading across her lips. “Please… I need you.”

I love it when she begs.

Stepping towards her, I take the time to admire her fully. She wasn’t expecting it when I brought her into the office, pushed her against the wall, and ravished her with my mouth until her legs began to buckle. Hell, she wasn’t expecting a lot of things. And every time I bring something new to the game, she gets the same wide-eyed gaze on her face before biting her lip in anticipation.

Thank God for the birth control she takes. Because if she didn’t, we’d probably have kids running around already and I’m not ready for that.

Lifting the spoon, I let it dabble within the melting white ice cream in the bowl. Swirling it around as I contemplate my next move. Do I want to keep torturing her? Or should I give her what we both desire?

“Do you now?” I ask, watching as she pulls on the ropes unable to move. “I’m not sure you’re ready for that.”

She gasps the moment I let the ice cream run across her erect nipple. The spoon rests there for a moment as she lets out a soft whimper, biting her bottom lip. One might think she isn’t enjoying herself if they just walked in to witness what was going on between the two of us. But I know differently. This girl is a masochist for the pain and denial I constantly bring her.

Setting the spoon and bowl down on a nearby table, I let my fingers dance over the bare skin of her hip before my tongue flicks out to swipeacross her nipple. Licking the sugary mess from it before my mouth fully engulfs her breast.

As much as I want to continue the torture, my cock is strained within my slacks. Begging to be released.

Fumbling with my zipper, I free the hard length of my cock. My hands stroke over it a few times as I continue to pleasure her nipple with my tongue. She’s ready for me, her pussy slick with her arousal when my fingers swipe across her swollen slit. The only signal I need before I rub the head of my cock against her entrance a few times before slowly thrusting inside her.

She gasps at the fullness I bring her. My cock stretches her to the brink as I thrust slowly at first before picking up the pace. Her leg is hiked up to my waist as I hold her in place, refusing to let her do anything but take what I’m giving her.

“Oh my God!” She cries out, my lips brushing against her neck as I cling to her. Fucking her like it’s the last thing I’ll ever be able to do.

“God, you’re so fucking tight,” I groan against her flawless skin beading with sweat.

“Come for me,” she whispers. “I want to feel you fucking twitch inside me.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. She starts panting, her climax coming to a head right before she screams in pleasure. I let out my groan of release, stilling inside her.

Looking down at her, she smiles at me. My lips meet hers for a slow kiss before I finally reach up to release her, relishing in the moment of having her within my arms. Before her feet hit the floor, I untie her so she can clean up.

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