Page 45 of Tee’d Up For Trouble

Before I could tear him a new one, he kissed me and began to move. I moaned. Yeah, he was way better than my vibrator, he was probably better than all the sex toys in the world.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so damn good,” he breathed.

I wanted to look away. But the power in his eyes, the appreciation—the…hell, there was no other word for it butreverence—wouldn’t let me.

“Stay with me, darlin’.” He kissed me over and over.

My thighs tensed as I felt the forerunner of release. “Clit?” he asked softly.

“Yes.”

He slid a hand between us and began to thrum where I needed him to so I could fall off the edge with him inside of me. I came in a rush, clenching all around him. His mouth dropped to mine in a bruising kiss, and instead of letting me ride my release, he pushed harder, in and out, extending my orgasm, making me feel like I was floating.

I was a grown lass. I’d had sex before, several times with several partners. I wasn’t indiscriminate, but I was no virgin, and yet, what we were doing together felt new, all fresh, untouched.

What a bunch ofshite….

“Jax.” I lost my train of thought when he pulled out of me.

“I want to watch that ass,” he muttered hoarsely, getting me onto my knees.

He slammed into me as if all patience had left him, as he now wanted release. He leaned and nuzzled me. “Give me your mouth, Dee.”

I did as he asked, and he kissed me again as he held my hips tight and pounded. God, was anything better than this? I couldn’t remember. He felt good. This felt good.

He reared up, taking me with him so my back was plastered to his chest. His hands were on my breasts, squeezing hard.

“I like the feel of your thighs against mine,” he murmured.

My core clenched.

“You feel incredible. I’m going to want inside you all the time, darlin’. Your pussy is…fuck….” He came. I felt his release. As he shuddered, his forehead fell on my shoulder. And then we collapsed, him atop me, both of us breathing hard.

When we were able to speak, my first words were, “How the feck did you know about my rabbit?”

He chuckled and bit my earlobe gently. “Only one way that’s possible, baby.”

He rolled over and took me with him. He slid out of me, and I saw the condom glistening with our juices. He had a nice cock. Averynice cock. He was aneejit, sure, but he knew how to use that damn thing.

Ireallywanted to reduce what happened between us to just sex because my brain couldn’t compute the meaning of the intimacy I’d shared with him, finding my release while I watched him and seeing the possessive flare, and satisfaction in his eyes when I came. But even I wasn’t such a big liar.

“Were you in my room, Yank?”

“Yes.”

I bit his chest. He laughed.

“Jax?”

“Yeah?”

“What if I…what if I regret this tomorrow morning?”

He kissed my hair. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get there, darlin’.”

I loved how calm he was about the inevitable freakout that was coming, which is why he kept asking me to consent to what was going on between us. I loved how gentle he was. I loved…no, I was not going there.

I dozed off and felt him leave me for a while. I heard the toilet flush.

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