Page 121 of Fierce-Jax

“You’re making me sound boring,” he said, flipping her on her back. His hand went between her legs, found her damp, and thrust two fingers in.

She jerked up as if she hadn’t been expecting that from him.

He didn’t want to be the nice guy right now.

The one that was always responsible and did the right thing.

That was romantic and soft and tender.

He wanted to give her something they didn’t normally get to experience.

A little bit of excitement.

A thrill.

He hooked his arm under one of her knees and lifted it up, spreading her wide, then found her opening and slammed in just as fast as he had with her fingers.

She jerked up again, let out a moan, and arched back.

“Again,” she said. “Just like that.”

His hips moved hard into her. The feelings of them skin to skin so deep let him know he might not last as long as he hoped.

But he wanted her to have what she needed.

It wasn’t gentleness.

He didn’t need or want that either.

They needed a fast hurried release.

He was thrusting into her and pulling out all the way, then returning.

Each time she let out another moan, and each time it was louder than the last.

He crushed his mouth to hers, held her pinned down on the bed, and fucked her rather than made love.

Her nails were digging into his ass cheeks, the scratch stinging some but making him continue to pound into her.

He was balanced on one arm so his weight wasn’t crushing her, but he didn’t think she’d mind when her other leg came up and wrapped around his hip.

She was lifting and retreating with him now, rapid deep thrusts as he kept her knee up to her chest.

“I’m going to come,” she said. “Don’t stop what you’re doing for anything.”

It came out almost as a growl. “I can’t even if I want to.”

His voice was foreign to him, almost in pain.

Trying to hold off until she came wasn’t as easy as he hoped.

But she was right that she was close and in the next thrust was arching into him as if her body was contorting into a position most could never achieve.

She was pulsing and throbbing and squeezing him as he came with her.

He finally moved his arm from behind her knee and she laughed and slowly put her leg down. “Oh my God, my leg fell asleep. It doesn’t want to straighten.”

He helped ease it down for her while she moaned and continued to laugh, but then it turned to tears.

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