Page 80 of Save Me

“She didn’t say that did she?” He smiles at me.

“Imayhave been paraphrasing.”

“You’re going to give Ryan a heart attack one of these days.” He laughs.

“Then maybe he’ll learn to stop prying.” I smile.

“So, dare I ask what youdidtalk about?”

“I’ll catch you up to speed later, but for now, I want you to fuck me, Mr. Turner… as hard as you want,” I say as I pull my shirt up over my head.

Jax looks at me up and down, his hands stroking my sides slowly, and I feel his desire as his impressive length hardens beneath me.

“You sure you’re ready, love?” he asks.

My lips brush against his as I lean into him, my hand playfully trailing through his hair. “I’m sure,” I say.

Jax kisses me back, his tongue gliding across my lips. I open my mouth for him, allowing him to explore me. He pulls back ever so slightly, our lips still brushing against each other. “In that case, I would be more than happy to oblige,” he whispers, the need in his voice palpable, “but I need one thing from you.”

“Anything.”

“This isn’t role play, this is us. So, if you say stop, I’ll stop. If Ifeelyour body wanting me to stop, I’ll stop. But I need you to communicate with me, I need to know that you’re okay, and that whatever I’m doing isn’t too much, too soon.”

My lips form a smile. “You sound like my therapist.”

He raises an eyebrow.

“Yes, yes, I promise to let you know if I want to stop, if I need to stop.” I smile. “Now enough talking. Are you fucking me or not?” I ask as I look him up and down, my eyes lingering on his lips as I playfully bite my own.

The growl that comes out of his mouth is nothing short of feral, and before I can even take a breath he’s on me, his mouth devouring, claiming, my own as his hands roam my body. There’s nothing gentle about his touch, nothing patient, as he explores every inch of me. He lifts me up as he stands, shoving our dinner plates to the side before setting me down on the kitchen table. I open my mouth to tell him how we should go somewhere else, somewhere we won’t risk Ryan walking in on us again, but before I can even get a word out, his mouth is back on mine.

He pulls my bra down roughly, exposing my breasts, as his tongue and teeth trail down my neck and collarbone before finding my nipple. I writhe under his mouth, as pleasure builds within me, his tongue licking and flicking against the sensitiveflesh as his hands dig into my waist, pulling me towards him. He pulls away from me, but only so his hands can push me back on the table, as he quickly unzips my jeans before pulling them down and throwing them aside. I’m in nothing but my bra and thong, the table cold and hard against my skin as Jax’s hands are warm and rough against me.

But I love it, every touch, bite, lick, and slap he gives me, devouring me as if he needs every inch of me to live. I’m so close to coming undone already, so close to shattering under every lick of his tongue that I don’t even notice his hand moving towards my neck, not until it wraps firmly around my throat, guiding me up towards him, so I’m sitting on the edge of the table.

His mouth finds mine again, claiming me as his. “You good, love?” he asks quietly, his movements slowing for a heartbeat.

I give an enthusiastic nod in return. “I can’t describe how good I am right now.”

He chuckles before kissing me again. “Good. Now get on your knees,” he growls as we come up for air. “And try not to choke.” I look at him as he gives me a devilish grin, but I can see the kindness behind his eyes, see the care and love that’s behind his gaze, despite his words.

I do as he asks, taking his hand as I slide off the table before sinking to my knees as he takes off his shirt.

I reach for his buckle, the metal cold against my hands, pulling his pants down so his cock springs free. I take a moment, admiring every inch of him, before I give him a teasing lick, savoring the taste of his arousal. He runs a hand through my hair and I look up at him, only to find him watching me intently.

“Tap if you need a break.”

I look at him questioningly before I’m caught off guard, his hard length slamming into my mouth as my eyes water, and I try to fit him all in. He slides back and forth, his hand on my head as he keeps a steady rhythm, as if he knows exactly how much I cantake before I need to come up for air. He’s rough, but gentle at the same time, and it’s as if he can feel what I need before I need to ask for it. He keeps up an unrelenting pace, but I never have to tap his leg, never have to let him know that I’m reaching my limit before he pulls me to my feet.

“You are spectacular,” he growls in my ear before his tongue trails down my neck and his teeth sink into my shoulder.

I yelp at the sudden pain, but it’s quickly replaced by kisses as strong hands grip my thighs, lifting me back onto the table.

I run my hands over him, relishing every part of his muscled body. My fingers grasp at his arms, pressing into tattooed flesh as his tongue and hands consume me. With one hand he pulls my thong to the side, before two fingers dip into my core.

“Always so wet for me.” His voice is husky with desire, and my nails bite into him as he swirls my own desire over my clit, my senses coming alive with anticipation and need. He teases me some more, curling his fingers as he moves them in and out of me, faster and faster until his mouth presses between my thighs as well. I moan his name as stars explode around me, my orgasm hitting me hard and fast, my breaths reduced to little more than pants.

“Still want more?” he asks with a grin.

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