Page 22 of Faking with Three

“Jax,” she moans, her voice breathy, filled with so much need it makes me shiver. I lift my head, meeting her gaze.

“You’re sure about this?” I ask, my voice lower, rougher than I intended. I want her so badly, I can barely breathe. But I need to be sure.

Her answer is immediate. “Yes,” she whispers, arching up into me. “God, yes.”

I grin and press my hips against hers, letting her feel just how hard I am for her. “Good,” I murmur, because there’s no going back now.

I reach down, fumbling with the button of my jeans. She watches me with hooded eyes, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip. When I finally kick off my jeans and boxers, her eyes go wide, and she lets out a soft gasp.

“Wow,” she says, almost to herself, and it sends a thrill through me. I’m a confident guy, but something about the way she’s looking at me—like she can’t believe this is really happening—makes me feel like I’m on top of the world.

I settle between her legs, hooking one of her thighs over my hip as I lean down to kiss her again. She’s warm and pliant beneath me, her fingers tracing the muscles of my back. I can feel how wet she is against my cock, and it’s taking every ounce of willpower I have not to just push inside her right now.

Instead, I kiss her slowly, deeply, savoring the taste of her. I reach between us, running my fingers down her slit, teasing her clit until she’s moaning into my mouth, her hips bucking up for more.

“Jax, please,” she whispers against my lips, and it’s all the encouragement I need.

I line myself up, meeting her gaze one last time. There’s a flicker of hesitation in her eyes, like she’s nervous, but then she nods, her grip tightening on my shoulders.

I push into her slowly, feeling the slick, tight heat of her around me. She gasps, her head falling back, and I groan, burying my face in her neck. She feels like heaven, like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.

“Fuck, Liv,” I breathe out, trying to keep myself in check, but it’s hard. She’s clenching around me, squeezing me so tight I can barely move.

“You okay?” I manage to ask, lifting my head to look at her.

She nods, her eyes fluttering open. “Yeah,” she whispers, but there’s something shy in her expression. Her hands come up to cover her breasts, like she’s trying to hide herself from me.

I reach up, grabbing her wrists gently, pinning them to the bed above her head. “Don’t do that,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her. “Don’t hide from me. You’re beautiful, Liv.”

Her eyes go wide, and for a second, I think she might cry. But then she pulls me down, kissing me with a fervor that takes my breath away.

I start to move, pulling out slowly before thrusting back in. She gasps, her nails digging into my back, and I can feel the tension coiling in her body, the way she’s clinging to me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.

“That’s it,” I murmur against her lips, rocking into her with slow, deep thrusts. “Take me, Liv. You feel so fucking good.”

She moans, her head falling back, exposing the long line of her throat. I lean down, kissing my way up her neck, nipping at her pulse point. Her breath hitches, her body arching up into mine, and I can tell she’s close. I can feel the way she’s tightening around me, the little gasps and whimpers that escape her lips.

“Jax, I’m gonna—” she starts, but I cut her off with a hard kiss, swallowing her cry as she comes undone beneath me. Her whole body tenses, her thighs clamping around my hips, and I lose it.

I thrust into her one last time, burying myself as deep as I can go, and I come hard, groaning her name against her lips. I can feel her clenching around me, milking every last drop from me, and it’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

For a moment, we just lay there, tangled together, our chests heaving as we try to catch our breath. I’m still inside her, still feeling the little aftershocks of her orgasm, and I don’t want to move. I don’t want this moment to end.

I roll Olivia onto her back, propping myself up on one elbow so I can look down at her. She’s still flushed from our first round, her skin glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. I trace a line downher neck with my fingers, watching her shivering beneath my touch.

“You okay?” I ask, running my thumb along her jaw. She’s so beautiful like this—hair a wild mess, lips swollen and parted, her chest rising and falling with every deep breath she takes.

She gives me a small, breathless laugh. “More than okay,” she says, her voice husky. “But I thought you were worn out.”

I grin down at her, letting my hand wander lower, brushing over her breasts, her nipples hardening under my touch. “Worn out? You’re the one who should be tired,” I tease, leaning down to kiss her neck. “But something tells me you’re not.”

Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she bites her lip, arching up into me. “Jax,” she whispers, a plea that goes straight to my cock. I’m already half-hard again just from looking at her, and the sound of her saying my name like that has me ready for more.

“Round two?” I murmur against her skin, slipping my hand between her thighs. She’s still soaked from before, and I groan, feeling how ready she is for me.

“Yes,” she gasps, her hips bucking up to meet my hand. “God, yes.”

I shift, settling between her legs again, guiding myself to her entrance. I pause for a second, looking down at her, making sure she’s still with me. Her green eyes lock onto mine, filled with so much heat and need that it almost makes me lose control.

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